The twentieth day of the second month of Wasteland Year Two was a commemorative day that occupied more than ten pages in the annals of the Wasteland.
Some called it "Doomsday," because this was precisely where humanity's civilization began to collapse.
All the laws and rules left behind by the "pre-" era became things of the past, and unrestrained chaos became the mainstream of the Wasteland.
Humanity began slaughtering one another, distrusting one another, and even launching large-scale wars against one another.
Sacrifice and casualties became the norm in this age of survival.
At the same time, however, some called it "Newborn Day," because as the ruins of the old rules continued to collapse, flowers of new rules began to break through the earth.
It gave the survivors hope of staying alive and helped more and more people discover the talents buried deep within their genes.
If the first five thousand years of human evolution could be called an adventure chapter titled "Taking Risks,"
then from the moment Newborn Day was born,
a brave chapter titled "Acting Bravely" officially began!
Giant Tree Root Sea Area.
Before the moment the clock struck midnight and the disaster ended, the station had already grown quiet ahead of time.
Apart from a few audacious drunks gathered at the docks, bragging and blowing smoke, the only people still daring to remain outside were the workers clearing and transferring garbage.
The reason was simple.
Regardless of who became the owner of the station, its most basic functions would always require labor.
Apart from that,
the other irrelevant survivors had long since hidden themselves away, waiting for the chaos that was about to begin to end.
Perhaps three days, perhaps five, perhaps a week, or even longer.
No one knew how long this chaos would last.
But