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This is my story, a story about being carefree and free in the apocalypse, and done from the heart. There is no country, no law, and no system here. It seems that everything is the most primitive barbarism, and it also seems that everything is the most advanced. And the prerequisite for all this is to survive... When did the end of the world begin? I don't know, the world changed as soon as I woke up, as if... It was yesterday.

Also known as "Jiashen National Disaster", on April 24, 1644 AD, that is, March 18th in the 17th year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng was about to break through the Forbidden City and enter. Emperor Chongzhen began to arrange funeral arrangements. In the night, drizzle continued, Emperor Chongzhen felt that he was unable to save the day, and hanged himself on March 19th. This is known in history as "Jiashen National Disaster." However, an unexpected change came quietly this night... I am the fourth son of Emperor Chongzhen? This, is this the Ming Dynasty? ! Why is my dad going to hang himself tonight!? Stop it!