Global Engulfment

In the wasteland, human life is worth less than a wild dog. Outside the fortress, the refugees were so hungry that they stuffed dirt into their mouths, hoping to kill their own brothers with a knife just for a mouthful of rotten cans. What about inside the fortress? Oh, it's just a more beautifully built prison. Those high-ranking big shots divide people into three, six or nine grades. The lives of the poor are just a number in their eyes. If a group dies, another group will be brought in from outside to make up for it. It took him dying once to understand this truth. In his last life, he sacrificed his life for the fortress, rushing into the restricted area to kill mutant beasts for them, blocking the tide of corpses for them, but in the end he got a bullet shot from behind, and no one even took the bones. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the beginning of the wasteland. In this life, he will not be a dog for anyone. No food? There were "ingredients" everywhere, and he swallowed them all in his stomach to refine those man-eating monsters. Using his body as a furnace and his teeth as blades, the evil energy surged into a sea in his body. While others live in the wasteland, he makes a living in the wasteland.