Throne of Ember: Rules for Surviving a Nuclear Explosion

[Year 15 of the Radiation Era, the first rule of survival in the ruins: don't let mutants taste your blood] When Lin Jin's fingertips brushed against the radiation cloud, the energy fluctuations within a five-kilometer radius turned into a three-dimensional map that stung his nerves. Chen Yan, a poisonous-tongued mechanic, kicked away the rusty steel behemoth and threw the homemade electromagnetic gun over his shoulder: "Trash, didn't you see the three hundred radioactive cockroaches having a feast of flesh and blood in the southeast corner?" The twin flames tore apart the curtain of eternal night, the tyrant's mecha army was burning, and the clone army of the mysterious organization let out an inhuman roar. They don't know that the most deadly source of radiation in this wasteland war is hidden in the truth of human civilization's suicide.