The Person is Nice, Just a Little Bad

Beyond Tower City, in the wilderness, the shrill howl of Fighter Jets streaking across the sky sounded once again.

And then came the Loud explosions of bombardment.

The Wilderness trembled, mountains shuddered, and houses, fortifications, or suspected targets falling apart amid the flames.

Soon, everything abruptly ceased. After a routine, aimless bombardment, the combat formation departed and vanished from sight.

A few minutes later, raging winds swept through, sending sand and stones flying as they swallowed The entire world.

In this excessively vast Wilderness, rifts and weathered giant rocks lay everywhere.

At times, the earth would bulge, and huge Worms crawled out from underground, devouring lizards and hyenas before being preyed upon by other beasts. Before their corpses could even rot in the Wilderness, they were picked clean by hordes of scavengers drawn by the scent.

It was like hell.

There was nothing but desolation.

After a convoy of armored vehicles reached the designated location, it slowly came to a stop. During a brief lull in the storm, drones were deployed to scan the surroundings.

Once they confirmed there were no hidden dangers, fully armed soldiers disembarked. The observers quickly began surveying the terrain while the others stood guard around the perimeter.

Smoking, stomping their feet, taking a leak, stretching their legs.

They had long since grown used to it.

"Fuck, this damn life is completely unbearable."

Liang Mo tipped back his head and guzzled the water from his flask. He splashed the last few drops over himself, but under the blazing sun, his lips quickly dried out again.

With every breath, Dust scraped into his throat and lungs like tiny blades, bringing waves of raw, dull pain.

Behind him stood jagged mountains intertwined like blades; ahead lay an endless expanse of desert and rifts. Farther still, the haze had