——All of this...is a nightmare...
After many years, Xiang Shan's skin once again felt the familiar scorching air—perhaps even hotter here.
Just like last time, a group of Peacekeeping Forces wearing blue berets appeared in front of him.
But this wasn't Indonesia in Asia; it was Sheluke Midom in Africa.
The forties had just begun, and humanity's most glorious future had just started to unfold. For Xiang Shan, this should have been a splendid era like drinking fine wine.
But reality slapped the sea of corpses and blood across his face.
It was a real sea of corpses and blood. On the yellow land, there were streaks of dark brown residue. A swarm of flies made noises like engines. A lot of black things were haphazardly stacked together, like sandcastles piled up by children. The overwhelming stench seemed to seep into Xiang Shan's top-grade mask.
He almost vomited.
It's hard to imagine this is the 21st century.
This is actually the 21st century.
After the world war, still...
