A Global Year of Famine, and I Have Infinite Land

[Revenge-seeking, disfigured beauty reborn as the bottom x iron-blooded, double-standard mad dog (crossed out) wolfdog top] In the fourth year of the cataclysm, Qi Zheng died. The rebel leader imprisoned him in a dark room, disfigured him, and dismembered him. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the early days of the apocalypse’s arrival: A geomagnetic storm and solar flares struck at once, the energy grid collapsed, natural disasters raged, and civilization fell. The mechanical voice that had once given him power and led him to ruin sounded again: “Welcome back to the Infinite Territory System.” The price of being reborn was that half his face was covered in burn scars, leaving him looking like a demon. But Qi Zheng had long since stopped caring about appearances. All he wanted was power: enough to crush betrayal and rule the wasteland. The pure water worth a fortune in the wasteland, the globally crippled energy grid, and a technological tower far beyond its time... His territory was the only order in an inferno, a beacon that shone through the endless night. While others struggled against the bitter cold and radiation, roses bloomed in his city, where spring lasted all year. As his territory expanded and the System’s energy revived, the scars on his face gradually began to fade. With every rise in power, his appearance healed a little more, as if touched by a miracle. Later, he met the legendary “Fiend God,” said to be madder than any ferocious beast. But before Qi Zheng, the man sheathed his fangs, knelt on one knee, and offered his bloodstained loyalty: “I will protect your territory. I will enforce your rules.” Others called Qi Zheng crazy, ugly, and sickly, but he thought the city lord looked breathtakingly beautiful even when coughing up blood. Others accused Qi Zheng of cruelty, so he crushed their throats and thought the city lord was too kind for letting trash speak at all. Survivors outside the city said Qi Zheng was greedy and sinister, wringing every last bit from the land. The residents inside hugged the food and drinking water they’d been given and loudly protested, “The city lord is wonderful.” Survivors outside the city said Qi Zheng was obsessive and erratic, with a mind as unfathomable as a ferocious beast’s. The residents beneath the city walls gazed at the figure protecting their territory, eyes shining. “Our city lord is the best in the world!” Survivors outside the city said Qi Zheng was hideously disfigured, more terrifying than a monster. The residents inside opened their mouths, staring at Qi Zheng, whose face had returned to its original state, dumbstruck... “Like hell! Our city lord is the most beautiful person in the world! We’ll fight you tasteless losers!” There was one thing all survivors, inside and outside the city, agreed on: Qi Zheng had tamed a mad dog who kept strangers at a distance. And that mad dog was the only one who had witnessed with his own eyes how a god brushed the dust away. Couple: A ruthless, unhinged, sickly beauty bottom x an iron-blooded, double-standard, straightforward wolfdog top. A powerful pairing built on creating order together. Theme: World peace