I Was a Soldier in the Dark Ages

When the sun went out and eternal night fell, humans huddled in the cold ruins for hundreds of years. They said that I was the last "King of Soldiers" - a title that only existed in legends from the old era. But now, I drag my rusted mechanical prosthetic limbs and scavenge in the radioactive wasteland for a living. Until the "old barracks" buried deep underground suddenly called me: "Identity confirmed. The seventh generation war intelligence carrier, please accept command of humanity's last line of defense." Fluorescence danced on the worn tactical eyepiece, and the killing instinct that had been dormant for thirty years began to awaken. What's even weirder is that the souls of those dead comrades who should only exist in memory, One after another, they emerged from the darkness and put the rusty weapons back into my hands: "Captain, it's time to take us... And charge again." And the moment I gripped the handle of the gun again, A shuddering sound of chewing came from deep underground—— It turns out that the dark ages never devour only light. [Above the wasteland, the King of Soldiers returns] This is a story about destruction and protection, forgetting and remembering. When civilization is extinguished, the last man who remembers how to fight must face the deepest fears for those who have forgotten how to resist.