Others rely on luck to draw cards, while Rosen relies on burning his life to draw cards.
What's even worse is that he can only have one clone at a time. When the old clone dies, the starting price of the new clone doubles.
First time smoking, 1 year.
Second time, 2 years.
The third time, 4 years.
The fourth time... Does he dare to smoke again?
But he had to smoke.
Because the wasteland is full of people who need to be judged. Child eaters, human traffickers, merchants who hoard food, false prophets who paralyze survivors with happiness - these people are all waiting for someone to tell them: the end of the world does not mean there are no rules.
As a result, a man named Rosen walked out of Ashes Street. He used his fists, daggers, holy light, and clones obtained by burning his life time and time again to carve an iron law in the wasteland——
No one can treat other people's lives as consumables.
