There are no heroes in the wasteland.
Zhao Yun knows this better than anyone else. He watched with his own eyes the people in the stronghold stabbing each other for half a bottle of water, and watched with his own eyes his trusted brother selling him to alien beasts as food rations.
After his rebirth, he only wanted to do one thing - live alone to the end.
But he picked up someone.
Xie Feng, a technician from the Old Era Research Institute, is smarter than ten big men with swords. She can't fight, but she can purify water, dismantle traps, and find things he can't understand from the ruins.
She didn't trust anyone, and neither did he.
Two people live together, each getting what he needs, and no one owes anything to the other.
But there is no shortage of troublemakers in the wasteland. The knives from Heiyan Village, the guns from the Wandering Gang, the intelligence secretly handed out by traveling merchants - everyone is staring at their little possessions.
Zhao Yun stuck the knife on the ground and said, "If you want to rob it, come here."
He didn't expect anyone to be on his side.
But that night, Xie Feng handed him a modified crossbow, Chao Meng put the ax on his shoulder, and even Ji Zhao, who was blinded by money, quietly closed the door.
Zhao Yun suddenly realized that he had trusted the wrong person in his previous life, but that didn't mean that everyone in this life could not be trusted.
