"Can this world really still be saved?"
"God, please save us!"
"Stop praying. We were abandoned by the gods long ago..."
[Level 9 Platform World · Black Death's Stiff Wind]
In this world, countless bones lay buried beneath the desert.
Humans could only cling to life in shelters built by their predecessors in the Underground World.
Morudo, Fourth Shelter.
This had once been a bustling city.
Now, not a single person remained aboveground.
At the Outpost Observation Station, a middle-aged man named Wang Hao watched the situation outside with lifeless eyes.
He was reasonably satisfied with this job.
Even though, after entering this outpost observation facility, there was no entertainment whatsoever beyond the scenery that never changed.
If not for the people from the shelter bringing him supplies every month, he would not even have had anyone to talk to.
But he had gotten used to it.
After all, it was better than being killed outside by those moving skeletons infected with the plague.
It was just that almost a week had passed since the usual supply delivery date.
His emergency supplies were nearly exhausted. If no one came to deliver more, he would have to risk going back to the shelter to see what was happening.
"November twenty-third. Everything outside is as usual. Skeleton numbers have not decreased. Following that freezing rain, the outdoor temperature dropped to 33 degrees, relatively cool. Northwesterly winds, force three to four... uh, what's that?"
Making his voice recording, Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and peered carefully through the electronic observation port at the dust billowing in the distance.
And as that dust drew ever closer.
He saw it clearly.
That seemed to be a train?
Yes, it had to be a train! And it was something from another world!
Why did