Rust-colored snow flakes hit the broken glass windows, making a harsh sound like sandpaper rubbing against metal.
When Ling Wei opened her eyes suddenly, half-melted ice crystals were still stuck on her eyelashes. She coughed and raised her upper body. The burning pain in her throat was so real that she subconsciously touched her neck - there were no hideous bullet holes there, only a thin layer of frost-covered dirt.
"Still alive?"
The hoarse voice rolled out of her own throat, turning like rusty gears. Ling Wei lowered her head and saw that she was wrapped in a tattered men's military coat, the cuffs of which were frayed to reveal the black cotton wool inside. The skin touched by the fingertips was cold and rough, with several unhealed scratches and dark red blood scabs.
This is not her body.
In other words, not the body she had when she died.
The last frame of memory was the explosion of fire in the underground fortress. The hot air waves blew off her protective helmet, and the traitor's face blurred into a twisted smile in the thick smoke. "Sister, it's time to give up this throne to me." Su Qing's voice was like a poisonous snake's letter, licking her exposed ear. Then there was the deafening roar, and the heartbreaking pain as it was swallowed up by the flames.
She should have been reduced to ashes in that explosion, buried deep in the radiation-filled core of the earth together with the "Iron Alliance" she spent ten years of hard work building.
But now...
Purpose: Reconstruction of civilization, duel of ideas, blackening and redemption