Li Xu stood up again in the ruins. Opposite him were thousands of non-human and non-corpse people whose brains had been eroded by the virus and were going crazy at the moment. He was a survivor of this city and the successor selected in this catastrophe. Above that dead city was the Master who looked down upon the human dust beneath their feet.
Lan Qiu sat in front of the computer, looking at Li Xu, who was fighting against thousands of people. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was worried and dissatisfied, but his narrow eyes showed unobstructed excitement.
"I decided to make him my successor, codename - Gray."
Main point of view: Attack, similar to an article on raising, a little wolf dog grows into a big wolf dog, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~
Intention: None