Star Core Whisper

——Under the rusty order, living is resistance There is no tomorrow in the Freeport, only the numbers on the ration coupons. What was once the last refuge of civilization is now a scrap metal graveyard divided between scavengers, gangs and bureaucrats. Strange white crystals oozed from the underground waterways, and polymers fused with flesh and blood crawled out of the garbage. The sentry tower only cared about whether the Eden Caravan's trucks could pass on time. Lin Yuan is a field team member of the sentry tower. His tasks are to repair patrol cars, eliminate mutants, report abnormalities - and then watch the reports being pressed into drawers. He touched the cold iron gate of Area G, saw his companions turned into charred corpses in the pile of scrap cars, and also received the "purifying spray" handed over by the businessman. The smell was pungent, but no one dared to ask about the ingredients. When the blue crystals precipitated from the old battery, when the Chiya Gang's torches connected into a red line, when the pendant felt slightly hot around his neck... He finally understood: The so-called apocalypse does not mean that the world dies, but that the living learn to pretend to be asleep. And he chose to walk into the darkness with his eyes open.