After disappearing for three months, Su Yi, who had only just come of age, had somehow developed postwar PTSD.

When he ate, he only touched prepackaged, plastic-sealed food? He was afraid someone had poisoned it… When he slept, he had to keep his eyes half-open with a knife at hand? He was afraid assassins would attack… When he ran into a beautiful woman, he only dared to glance once? He was afraid that if he looked one more time, she would explode…

Childhood sweetheart: “How did your combat skills get so good?”

Mother: “I feel like my son just came back from Syria.”

Classmate: “I don’t dare comment. Last week, he pulled a knife just because his dorm roommate was snoring.”

One instant for them; ten years for me.

Ten years in the Wasteland could change a person in countless ways: their moral character, personality, strength, and even their ability to fit back into modern society. That kind of feeling was lonely. No one could understand it.

Until one day, as Su Yi passed by a convenience store, a girl who had likewise crossed over from the Wasteland burst into the shop and shouted at him:

“I am willing to activate the nuclear bomb and take the enemy down with me!”

“Lord Sequence Two, sir! Soldier Unit Luo Lixi, codename 748923, reporting to you!”

Emotionless Soldier Units. Spreading radiation. Abilities that made you crazier the more you used them. Unpredictable opponents. Divine relics that could control time, but required you to sacrifice your entire family.

Su Yi had not changed. The world had.

Faced with everything in this world, he had no choice but to don his armor and return to battle once more:

“Before the Wasteland descended, you called me a madman. I won’t argue with that. After the Wasteland descends, what should you call me?”