"That can truly be called Hell; regardless of the past glory of civilization, now only ruins remain."
"Those who go inside see nothing but the wreckage of buildings and monsters twisted by radiation, with no intelligent life to communicate with."
"To be honest, the humans of our world have also been through an apocalypse, yet we survived, propagated, and rebuilt civilization, which is like winning a cosmic lottery."
"How do you know so much?"
Fei Ying fiddled with the Butterfly Knife, squatted down, and waved the tip in front of the Masked Guest's nose:
"Are you making up stories to fool us?"
"I'm not making it up! I crawled out of there alive!"
The Masked Guest's voice suddenly rose, and he suddenly lifted his hand to take off the mask on his face, revealing an extremely ugly face.
That face was covered with dark purple spots, like scars gnawed by mold, terrifyingly hideous.
