In his previous life, he was a playboy who was world-weary, but he wanted to pursue all kinds of impossible things in an attempt to change the status quo. Who would have thought that he would actually successfully travel through a tornado, but God's will caused him to wake up. When he woke up, he found that he was in a pile of dead people, war horses neighing, and wolf smoke was everywhere. The city had been massacred.
As if God hadn't had enough fun, she opened her mouth to scream, but she only made a hoarse dying sound. This body turned out to be mute. The soldiers behind her were walking toward her, and she knew that returning to the pile of dead people would lead to death. But oh but ah, how can she stir up this stagnant water of fate?
"Little thing, why don't you beg for mercy?" I looked up and there he was, wearing golden scale armor, like a god.
Who are you? Who am I? In this desolate and cold world, will you accompany me and return together?