In the year 199X of the Western calendar, nuclear war broke out among the nations. Civilization regressed, populations plummeted, and resources grew scarce. Humanity descended into lawless infighting. This apocalyptic world needed a savior.
The scorching sun beat down on the earth. Ruined cities dotted the endless, barren plains.
Gales swept up the yellow sand. Forget green plants and mountain springs-even stray dogs and cats were pitifully scarce.
Among the crumbling buildings.
A muscular man draped in rags took advantage of the lack of guards and dragged his gravely wounded body toward the well, step by step. With the last of his strength, he cranked up the wooden bucket.
"Who's there?!"
A gaunt man had just come out of the toilet when he spotted him. He immediately shouted, "Someone come quick! Someone's stealing water!"
"Well, well! You dare steal our water?"
"And a filthy beggar, at that!"
"Beat him to death!"
More than a dozen sallow, emaciated people swarmed out of the shadows of the surrounding ruined walls and surrounded him.
Some were still pulling up their pants, while others ran out bare-assed, their erections still standing tall.
"Water... water..."
Thud!
Before they could lay a hand on him, the man collapsed headfirst onto the ground.
"Is he dead?"
Someone worked up the courage to approach and check his breathing. "He just passed out."
"Should we throw him out?"
One person tried to "loot the body," but the moment he unfastened the leather garment, he exclaimed, "Holy shit! He's ripped!"
Everyone looked over, swallowing audibly one after another.
"H-he really is..."
"I've never seen anyone so... wow, his muscles are so hard."
Several aging women, their beauty long faded, listlessly poked their heads out of the shadows. Their tops were visibly tattered.
Even they showed a flicker of interest