From the heart

You wake up to find yourself in a post-apocalyptic world where humanity resides in High Towers, and monsters roam outside. 
Your eyes can see peculiar remarks:
【There are Two Evil Fallen hiding 1600 meters away. When you're extremely angry, you can feed them well with a simple sliding tackle.】
【Before you start cooking, you'd better check its pocket. Don't develop the bad habit of monster killing without looting.】
【It's surprising that someone would stare at their own face. I admit your face is quite immersive. If I were human, I'd give you a 9 out of 10. Of course, I'm a 97. Don't ask why I'm hundred mark system】
【The other party is a big shot whose level is far above yours. I have three pieces of advice for you: grovel, grovel, or grovel. About its weakness? Better not place your hopes on me as I'm just a small remark with limited abilities.】
The High Tower, symbolic of the apocalypse, the deformed monsters attracted to malicious thoughts outside, the high-stakes gamble of the powerful, the perilous situations of explorers, the traps in the end times—
Under your eyes, everything is presented in a mischievous style.
All darkness, nowhere to hide!

Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

: "At that time, when the white fog gathers, the entire team must be ready,"


"How could the team, even in such an atrocious state, make their way through the densely packed evil white fog? Is there something deeply hidden within this white fog capable of causing such terrible transformation?"


It was indeed the team, but the tall and thin one in particular... that orangutan-like creature clad in red armor; it was only now that Yinxuan realized the origin of that...


Just thirteen minutes before, two persons who had been on the brink of death instantly recovered their strength, both Five Nines and the white fog at their peak form.


He felt that, at least, he had some understanding of the white fog, which had a certain "public knowledge of non-possessive spiritual items" that needed to be collected. It was already good news that he could gather his belongings,


Chapter 36: The Prototype of the Shelter