What would a world look like after being completely shaped by Feirotus Rules?
First, satellites would lose synchronization. Then data centers would suffer frequent, untraceable errors. Automated control systems across the world would contradict one another, and precision weapons would suddenly fail at the worst possible moments.
At first, human scientists would try adding redundancy and building backup systems. But every additional safeguard meant more parts, more programs, and more links that could go wrong.
In the end, people had no choice but to abandon the technological civilization they had once been so proud of.
To avoid descending into chaos, the vast majority of high-tech facilities around the globe were deliberately dismantled, sealed away, or downgraded. Humanity in this world had to learn to rely once more on mechanical water pumps, diesel engines, paper maps, and human messengers to keep society functioning.
Then came the Dusk War triggered by the Black Spirit King Returns. Like the final straw that broke the camel's back, the war completely crushed everything human civilization had once taken pride in. Most governments around the world collapsed. National administrations could no longer maintain nationwide transportation or energy systems. Cities and settlements were forced apart, and a world once connected by high-speed networks regressed into isolated "islands."
The borders and flags of the old era gradually lost their meaning, replaced by a chaotic landscape jointly established by warlords, Mutants, religious groups, and survivors.
"Shit!"
After learning about everything in this world, Miles could not help swearing. "How the hell did this place get so fucked up?!"
However, Quentin seemed to have a different opinion of Miles's assessment.
"Really? We don't think it's that bad."
Quentin sneered. "At least there aren't any damn government bureaucrats anymore. No satellites watching us, and no armies or mercenaries suddenly showing