Cheng Yan thought he didn't need anyone anymore.
On the 366th day after losing his sense of taste, he lived like a precision-operated machine. Until that night when the power went out, a boy holding a gas can and flour knocked on his door.
"Can I borrow a bowl of noodles from your house? Today is my mother's birthday."
A bowl of overly salty longevity noodles and a runny egg. Cheng Yan's eyes turned red when he took the first bite.
What he didn't know was that at that moment, the robot Ω-01 standing behind him had murderous intentions towards humans for the first time.
Concept: The deepest warmth of human beings is the trace of fireworks
