Dirty New World

Kyushu, the green moon, breeds filth; Struggle, survive, disasters are rampant. Deep madness, twisted will, fog covering the road ahead, fate that chokes people's throats... In this world favored by gods and gods, the lights will go out... "... Well, well, I understand the truth. So, who am I? Where am I? The important thing is where my hands and feet are. Tsk tsk, this is so fun. Why do I turn into a moth... Or a group of them." Mo Qingxing looked at himself with big eyes and small eyes, looking a little confused.