State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
"Xuna, what do you wish to do?" Yihan asked, only expressing a mild frown at the war. After all, war was plenty common in their world. And as an engineer from the Fornol Empire, he had witnessed his fair share of war.
It was only because he was fed up with it did he accompany his dad to escape from the Fornol Empire to live a life of peace at the Galtori Village that was now the West Guardian Village.
"That's a Stage 2 Blight Human," Xuna said as she noticed the green hair of the other party parted in two. "Aren't you curious about how you'll fare against him? He seems strong even among Blight Humans."
"Besides, as long as he's killed, this war might stop."
"Hmm…" Yihan didn't simply rush out at her words as he first observed the battle. The invading side had around two thousand soldiers while the defending side had less than three hundred.