Want to watch something like "Others are trying to survive in the apocalypse, but you cook hotpot and eat potato chips?" Content. I've seen systems, infrastructure, stockpiling, RVs, mutated animals and plants, superpowers, and rebirth. I'm really exhausted! ! ! ! ! ! Looking for a post-apocalyptic novel without cp
Group portrait? What is obscene development and dimensionality reduction attack? [Early stage: Stock up on supplies. Build infrastructure. Obscene development] [Mid stage: Behind-the-scenes flow. Establish a legion. Dimensionality reduction strike] [Later stage: Aircraft carrier fleet group. Global competition]
The flood is coming! I built a building with 24 female colleagues to survive, but they didn't tell me that they were all awakened to the [Acacia System]! Even the once aloof female CEO changed on this day...? ?
The first book has just been completed, a masterpiece of Tomato Doomsday. The second book is a new book and has just started. As for the third book, it is the real need for the doomsday [Star]
There are both Doomsday Island and One Piece, [multiple heroines] [stars] [no system] [not licking dogs] [opinionated humor], you have to eat them all. [Laughs][laughs]
Recommended book post: "There's Something Wrong About This Corpse Collector" --- One-sentence recommendation My name is Chen Mo, and I work as a corpse collector. Turbid blood, the lowest level, has no awakening, no potential and no hope. But I can hear what the dead man was thinking at the end. --- You thought this was a wasted counterattack story. Chen Mo, 25 years old, is anemic, hypotensive, and has been refused blood donation three times. The end of the world is coming, others have awakened the power of controlling fire, and he can't even lift a steel bar. He was assigned to the corpse recovery team. They picked up dead people from the rubble every day, registered them, burned them, and recorded work points. No one wants to do this job - it's dirty, unlucky, and easily infected by mutant zombies. But that's fine with him. Dead people can't talk and don't have to deal with people. Until one day, he came across the body of a little girl. The girl was five or six years old. She was holding a fruit candy in her hand. The wrapper was wrinkled but not opened. There was a "ding" in his head - not an auditory hallucination, but her last words. She was thinking: Will her mother be unhappy if she hasn't eaten the candy yet? Only then did he realize that he was not useless. Turbid blood is not weak, it is "blank paper" - it can bear anything. He could hear the dying thoughts of the dead. Not a complete thought, just fragments. A word, a picture, an emotion. Those charred figures in the ancestral realm that the world regarded as "monsters" are not enemies, but a cry for help. Every ancestral realm is a projection of historical trauma, with the last words of hundreds and thousands of deceased people trapped inside. They are waiting. Waiting for someone to tell them - "I heard you." But he also paid the price. After clearing the first ancestral realm, the medical department detected unknown crystals in the nuclei of his blood cells. Doctors said he wasn't a carrier - something stranger. Only later did he realize that he was no longer "alive" from the first time he entered the ancestral realm. His heart beats with the source of matter, and his breathing is maintained by the ancient continent. The price of the echoer: you must first become a dead person before you can speak for the dead. And what he has to face next is not the three or five ancestral realms, but the last words of the 1.37 Million civilizations deep in the heart of the earth. Before the end of the previous universe, the last thoughts of all civilizations were compressed into a seed and sealed into the core of the earth. Now the seeds are awake. The first question when I woke up was - "Will the civilization of the next universe be like us?" The person who answered this question was a corpse collector. He has no power, no power, no rank, and he may have a low sense of existence in society because of his stupid mouth. When others tried to win over him, he said, "The transportation team still has work to do." When others threatened him, he said, "We'll talk about it after it's done." His only weapon is a register with the name of every dead person he has ever collected. Zhou Xiaohe, Liu Jianshe, Zhou Suzhen, Zhang Meng. Each name is followed by a sentence - what the person was thinking before he died. Later, he held this register, walked into the center of the earth, and read the names to the earth one by one. The Earth was silent for a long time and said four words: "Acceptance passed." But this book is not about his story of passing the customs. It's about after he clears the level. He put away the nuclear bomb, closed the cracks, and waited for the survivors from the previous universe. Then what? Then he returned to the transport team and continued collecting the bodies. Lao Yang in the cafeteria gave him an extra spoonful of meat and told him not to embarrass Base 0731. Co-worker Ma Yuan removed a screw from the truck engine and gave it to him, saying, "You block it from the front while I repair the car from behind." Foreman Zhao pushed the crowbar into his hand, and he pushed it back: "This is for beating people. I went to talk." He never acted like a hero from beginning to end. What he does is collect corpses. But he doesn't just collect dead people - he collects forgotten people, ignored voices, and the "care" in the smallest details of civilization. --- If you want to watch—— · A male protagonist who never speaks, does the cruelest things in the most silent way · The end of the world is not a background, but the heaviness and reality that permeates every page · In the Infinite Ancestral Realm, the way to clear the level is not to kill monsters but to "respond" - to respond to the forgotten pain · There is no harem, no clever villain, no Long Aotian · Registers, paper flowers, bone chopping knives, old atlases, every image has a beginning and an end · At the end, the male protagonist did not dominate. He returned to his original job, and then added a line on the title page of the old atlas: "Do you still want to go? Go." Then "There's Something Wrong About This Corpse Collector" may be to your liking. ---Civilization does not rely on heroes to save it, but on someone remembering every ordinary person who died.
Doomsday Zhutianliu, Heroes of the Ancient Dragon, Yitian, Tianlong, Tang Dynasty, Fengyun, Yangshen, Royal Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhetian, Journey to the West, the more they go on, the more exciting they become, and they are worth watching!