Red! His vision was filled with red.
Fragments of crimson last words poured into Bai Zhou's body.
Interlacing light and shadow flickered madly before Bai Zhou's eyes like a comic strip.
He saw an inconspicuous corner of history—
And the unknown life of a "nobody."
A wind reeking of corpses swept across the wasteland.
Ale, a wily old veteran, skillfully hid in the most inconspicuous corner of the trench.
Whenever a sound came from afar, Ale would be like a startled mole, desperately trying to bury his head in the dirt.
His high-raised backside was left sticking out in a comical display.
—Before the zombie horde came surging from the horizon and the flames of war spread to Sky City, Ale had been a thief.
He stole chickens and dogs, mean and crafty; his neighbors guarded against him, and his parents were ashamed of him.
He had even been hastily conscripted straight out of prison.
At first, he had been glad to be assigned to a rear-camp kitchen as a cook.
Being a cook was great! Safe, and he could even sneak himself extra food.
As long as he stayed obediently in the rear, he would surely be able to hold on until the war ended and he could go home—but before long, he no longer thought so.
With news arriving from the front that Laia of Light had been completely wiped out, Grief-stricken humanity had nowhere left to retreat.
Now, the front line was the rear, and the rear was the front line.
New recruits often became corpses before they could even hold their blades steady—or something worse, staggering off to join the endless corpse horde on the other side—
Through war after war, the comrades beside Ale changed crop after crop like chives.
Even his entire unit had