Best Wishes for the Wasteland Tomorrow

A hundred years after the disaster, the world is in ruins. The gentlemen in the inner city are drunk and dreaming of neon lights and narcotics, the workers in the outer city are up early and late at night just for a sip of nutrient solution, and the people in the wilderness can't even hope to see the sun the next day. Outside the city, mutated disaster beasts patrolled in the radiation dust; in the sky, extraordinary beings with supernatural powers looked down on all living beings like ants. As the last firebrand, he is the only person who has seen a beautiful society. From a chess piece in the branch to a chess player in the head office, and finally, sitting on the iron throne of the city lord. Overlooking this completely decayed structure. "I'll punch it through." Song Xun said so.