Wasteland Chief Artist

That day the setting sun fell from the west, the world was separated by countless rules, and pollution invaded the real world. Some people believe in gods in exchange for strength, while others hide in the small world and spend the rest of their lives. —— As a substitute, Han Shuang took the initiative to integrate into the pollution after his resurrection and became a wasteland artist. This collapsed world has forgotten a kind of power: It's not a gun, it's not a supernatural power, it's poetry that has long been cut off. The more people preach it and the deeper the resonance, the stronger it becomes. And those who still believe in steel and flesh and blood in the wasteland do not want to see someone rewrite their order with a few sentences from the old world.