Apocalyptic Wasteland: Five Hundred Thousand People Crush the Wastes

When other people transmigrate, they get run over by a truck, meet a white-haired god, and recruit beast-eared girls.

But our entire Shuangqing University City, including its 500,000 students and staff and the very land beneath it, was forcibly packed up and thrown into a post-apocalyptic wasteland!

No magic? No System?

What the heck is there to panic about? We've got a state key laboratory and 500,000 college students whose “early-morning-class resentment” is more intense than a vengeful ghost's!

The wasteland warlords were thrilled to see this group of tender-skinned “two-legged sheep.” “Charge! Take their money, food, and women!”

What greeted them instead was a civilization-shattering, next-generation beatdown:

The engineering students hand-built exoskeletons overnight: “Flesh is weak. Ascend with mecha!”

The chemistry bros started up the burners: “Hey, friend! Try our special C4 gift pack!”

The medical students held down a mutated direwolf. “Don't kill it! This rare specimen is enough for three SCI papers. Catching it alive is a guaranteed grad school recommendation!”

When the steel tide swept across the wasteland, the natives finally understood through tears:

Never mess with college students who come with their own military-industrial complex. These punks are the real Fourth Calamity!