With a loud explosion, a rain of blood fell across the sky and earth, dyeing the dim yellow river a blood-red color.
The seventy-year-long apocalypse had ended. Fewer than one-tenth of humanity survived. As the darkness dispersed, long-lost light once again reignited, again reignited, in the dull and numb eyes of humanity. However, toward the hope that had returned, no one cheered or rejoiced. What existed instead was mourning and weeping spread across every corner of the world.
On this very day—the end of disaster and the opening of a new world—their hero had fallen. For this world, for bringing back hope and the lost light, their hero had given his life.
Looking at the warm yellow sunset, the surviving humans stepped out one by one from their hiding cages, using their exhausted bodies to emit hoarse and sorrowful cries.
His name was An Guang. He was born in the Third Street refugee district twenty years after the apocalypse. At that time, zombies were besieging the city, and the battle lasted three months. When he descended into this hell, that war had just been won, and the surviving humans once again welcomed a small and fragile hope. Because of this, his mother named him An Guang, meaning “light within darkness.”
At five years old, his mother starved to death on that small wooden plank bed, and was then taken away by the patrol guard team for disposal.
At six, he awakened his ability and formed a team to leave the city.
At seven, he became the tyrant of the refugee district.
At ten, he took control of the Third Street forces, mainly composed of refugees, thugs, and desperadoes.
At twelve, he entered the Second Street, where ability users gathered.
At fifteen, he entered the military.
At seventeen, he obtained the rank of colonel.
At twenty, zombies entered the city, devouring living beings in large numbers, and the city fell. He was later saved by the Young Prince of Wolong Base.
At twenty-three, he assisted the Young Prince in taking power.
At twenty-five, he helped the Young Prince unify seventeen bases, and Wolong Base rose to become the main city of China.
At twenty-eight, at level 30 of abilities, he became the number one expert in China.
At thirty, he began the purge of zombies and the reclamation of fallen cities.
At thirty-five, a great disaster suddenly descended: volcanic eruptions, floods, earthquakes, and a snowstorm that froze the world for two years without melting. Humanity suffered heavy losses, and so did the zombies.
At forty, the final battle between humans and zombies broke out.
At forty-five, eighty percent of the fallen cities had been reclaimed. On the last day of that year, he fought the Zombie King and died together with it. All things returned to one; humanity began again.
That year, he was forty-six years old.