Earth.
The vast people of Dragon Country were crying out for sustenance.
After the initial "Apocalyptic Battle Royale," those who had survived until now were either exceptionally lucky or possessed extraordinary qualities.
Xie Jin belonged to the extremely lucky kind.
Unfortunately, his luck had only lasted for nearly a year before coming to an abrupt end.
After several major crises broke out in the upscale residential complex where he lived—the security team taking control, residents rioting, mutated beasts attacking the buildings—he had still managed to survive with his wife and daughter.
The true tragedy occurred in the latter half.
A group of superhumans moved into the complex and discovered him and the other survivors.
He was a rich second-generation heir obsessed with looks. Although nearly a year had passed since the catastrophe, his wife was still fairly attractive, so naturally, she was about to become someone else's wife...
Over the past two days, his wife had been trying to ingratiate herself with a superhuman.
Yet that superhuman had been rather cold toward their family.
It was not because his wife could not share hardship with him, but because she wanted to protect their daughter.
"Honey, this is bread Liu Hui gave us..."
Inside the luxuriously decorated yet thoroughly dilapidated dormitory, Wang Nan carried a piece of bread over to Xie Jin.
"I don't want it!"
"It's for our daughter..."
Hearing that, Xie Jin's expression twisted as he gave a sickly smile. "Thank you."
Wang Nan said nothing. She looked toward the sleeping girl on the bed beside them. The girl was only eleven or twelve, her skin an unhealthy pale white, her cheeks sunken, and her hair lacking a young girl's usual sheen, dry and withered instead.
Xie Jin suddenly asked, "Are you getting ready to leave?"
"Yes. I don't