Traveling Through a Seventy-Year-Old Man, I Went Crazy

I once thought that dying to save others was the end of glory. Until the King of Hell told me—— "Sorry, I seduced the wrong soul. You still have sixty years left in your life." Lin Feng, who died to save a child, encountered the underworld's year-end KPI sprint. An error in entering the same name and surname caused him, a 23-year-old young man, to be mistakenly sent to the apocalyptic battlefield where spiritual energy was revived. Traveling through is hell. He became a 71-year-old soldier who was seriously injured and dying. He fell under the torn city wall by the beast tide and only had 77 days left to live. Alien beasts are roaring, civilization is collapsing, and his body is finding it difficult to even stand up. While young people were still fighting for cultivation resources, Lin Feng had already begun the cruelest deal: Burn one day's longevity to exchange for a moment of peak combat power; Kill a strange beast and seize a glimmer of life. Starting from dragging the seriously wounded body and stabbing the first Skull Wolf to death with a wooden stick; Start by lighting a bonfire in the wilderness and looking up at the bloody sky; Starting from using modern wisdom to rebuild order in the last days of the wilderness—— He used his flaming lifespan to burn a path of protection on the frozen soil. When all space passages are completely opened, the alien world begins to arrive. The young strong men trembled and retreated. Only the white-haired old man stepped forward slowly and smiled: "In my life, I have lived in two different eras. It's worth it." "Now, it's time to take my time—" "It's your future." What he burned was never just life. It is the last torch that someone stubbornly holds up when civilization is about to end. "A seventy-year-old soldier, burning his life to guard the world." "When life becomes currency, I trade dusk for dawn."