"As far as I know, before the Great Destruction, the people who lived on this land built many large shelters and air-raid bunkers to prepare for possible catastrophes.
It was said that at the time, the two most powerful factions in the world were fighting for supremacy: the Eagles and the Bears. Later, the Bears declined, and the people of this land rose up, calling themselves the Dragons. They continued their struggle against the Eagles. They were our ancestors.
Although the Bears had declined, they still created the mighty Northern Bear God, which ranked among the top three in combat power.
Besides the Eagles, Dragons, and Bears, there were other formidable factions in this world, and all of them were drawn into the war of the Great Destruction.
Before the Dragons rose to power, they had already built some large shelters and air-raid bunkers to defend against invasions by the Northern Bears.
When the war of the Great Destruction broke out, many people quickly entered those shelters, taking advantage of their location and access to information.
The leaders at the time also deliberately selected certain elites to enter, making preparations for the worst-case scenario of rebuilding civilization.
The people in those shelters reproduced generation after generation, viewing the outside world as a bloody purgatory and rarely venturing out.
Or rather, they never ventured out at all. They even established harsh laws forbidding discussion of the outside world.
The shelter I came from was Shelter No. 11, a relatively high-ranking medium-sized shelter.
When I was young, I was something of a rebel. I was determined to see the outside world, and I had some unrealistic dreams too.
About twelve years ago, I escaped while the shelter's ventilation system was being cleaned. Then I wandered all the way here, dodging countless radiation