Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
“He came from the empire. The heart should have been lost there, and it can be found from his memories. However, his memories were torn apart by the virus, and the virus was wiped out by me. If I want to restore this virus, I need to use the power of the mainframe to do the calculations. It will take some time, and even if I find his memories and know where the heart was lost, based on his condition, there is a 90% chance that the heart no longer exists in this world.”
The God of technology muttered to himself as he sighed in his heart. He could only put this choice aside.