Wasteland Pollution: Global Infrastructure Starts with Me

Fifty years ago, Le Chien died as a martyr to purify global pollution. She thought she would have a future with grasslands, rivers, and children running in the sun. Fifty years later, she woke up from the clone body, only to find that the world was even worse. The sky dome blocked off the wasteland, alien species were rampant, humans gave up 80% of their territory, and the pure land she believed had become a garbage dump. What's even more ironic is that her photo was printed on the bulletin board, with a red cross on her face, and thousands of people called her a liar and a sinner. Only then did she know that on the third day of her martyrdom, pollution broke out in the city, and tens of millions of people were buried in purgatory. The New Federation took advantage of the situation to encircle and suppress all her old troops, and the survivors fled into exile without a trace. Someone was tampering with her behind her back. Someone made her the scapegoat for the world. OK, good. Li Jian laughed in anger, clenched his gun and declared war on the world. The people of the New Federation laughed at her for overestimating her abilities, but those people forgot that her name was engraved on all the foundations of the human base. Li Jian has the most complete technology tree in the wasteland world in his mind. A sky dome that can isolate pollution? Sorry, she designed it. The only ecological corridor humanity hopes for in the wasteland? Sorry, she gave birth to it. Eternal purifying energy? Sin is supplied by the energy in her body. In seven days, a new base was built. The alien species were wiped out, and the ecological corridor was sprouting branches in the ruins. Li Jian regained the lost land, burned the wanted notice, uprooted the mastermind behind the scenes, and stood on the newly reborn city wall, overlooking the surging green tide under his feet. This time, she won't be a martyr. She wanted to purify this wasteland inch by inch with her own hands.