Me and My Puree

In the autumn of 2052, after 22 years of dormancy, I thought I had escaped a catastrophe, but I woke up in a worse world. "This is punishment" "This is cleansing" "This is renewal" People born in this world are destined to witness the tragedy of blood and bones. As I get closer to the end in this world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the truth makes me deviate more from common sense. (Not a harem, not a cool article, not systematic, not brainless, not invincible, please enter with caution)