Miken Mushroom, Radiation Wasteland.
Almost all the survivors had fallen into madness, disbelief, and agonized wails, unable to sleep day or night...
Many hoped that when they woke up, it would all turn out to be a dream.
The neighboring Eastern Continent was still fine, and people could still go online to watch movies every day.
The satellite network was still operating. Looking at their phones, all sorts of online entertainment continued as usual, as if the world were still at peace.
Yet after waking and sleeping, sleeping and waking, everything they once had truly never returned.
All they could see and hear were ruins, mangled corpses, smoke and dust, and wails of agony.
However, the reason the word "almost" was used was that there was still a group of survivors driven mad with excitement...
In an underground cell made of steel cages somewhere.
"Hahaha, wonderful! I've wanted to blow everything up for a long time. Thank God, He heard and granted my wish!"
A professional man wearing glasses, who looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, clung to the window and looked outside, roaring as he did so.
The entire underground cell was buried beneath the ground. Only a small window covered with rebar grating was exposed aboveground for ventilation.
That was precisely why the Miken Mushrooms had not wiped them out in a single wave.
"Yeah, now we can get out! No one will control us anymore!" a young Yellow Hair said excitedly.
"Freedom—we've finally embraced it again!"
"Haha, hahaha, wonderful! Those damned vultures are finished, all finished!"
They were a group of lunatics, vicious criminals.
Even those who appeared refined and cultured had blood all over their hands.
They were ecstatic, roaring wildly, never once considering that in such a massive disaster, their own family and friends—even those who