No Difference

Li Qi donned his mecha and came outside.

Outside was a scene of apocalypse.

The desolate streets no longer held the prosperity of a cyberpunk metropolis.

Corpses lay strewn across the streets, and trails of dried blood had pulled dark-red roads across the pavement.

There were hardly any wild animals. The Forward Alliance had never cared much about them and had wiped out nearly all of them. The streets bore countless marks of destruction. The once smoothly flowing traffic had become cars crashing everywhere, leaving behind heaps of wreckage from traffic accidents.

Yet matching this desolate scene was the fresh wind blowing in from all around.

Li Qi closed his eyes.

The environment around him began to change.

This was not a true change. He was merely deducing the circumstances of that time based on what he saw.

The wind around him was thick with the stench of blood.

Before him, the city had once held tens of millions of people rushing about to make a living. They had all been ordinary citizens, living through an ordinary day.

Then, a world-class mothership suddenly descended from the sky.

And with it came the apocalypse.

The deduction began accelerating.

The assassin mechas' attack, the people's panic, cars crashing wildly, street-side fire hydrants bursting as a result, water spraying everywhere, white columns of water adding endless chaos, exploding vehicles, flickering cables, collapsing buildings—

Then, everything returned to silence. The gangs and the Bug People brought a new order. All civilians were forcibly led to concentration camps, and the streets took on the look of a world "after humanity vanished."

Amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only some scavengers that had flown in from the wild sat alone upon them, as though they had not been affected in the slightest.

Then Li