[Lord][Survival][Doomsday][Weird][Disaster][Construction][Farming]

This is the graveyard of civilization, burying the corpses of countless worlds.

The death of civilization is just as natural as the rise and fall of stars.

In this world surrounded by despair and doomsday, wanting to stay alive has become an impossible luxury.

Hunger, darkness, chaos, monsters, weirdness, ancient gods, the extraordinary, fog, gods, fire, deep sea, holy city, and endless doomsday disasters.

Lu Xuanhe and millions of people on Earth came to this world under unpredictable circumstances.

The deep sea called for his arrival.

So, in the middle of the doomsday storm that destroys everything, the Lord of the Deep Sea, starts from a small wooden house.

Mu Liang traveled to a ruined world.

The land of this world has lost its vitality and turned into a wasteland. The water source is polluted, the sky is blocked by dust, and there is no sunlight.

The surviving humans are facing various fatal crises from food shortages, harsh environments, mutants...

Mu Liang just awakened a special talent, absorbing energy to gain the power of evolution, which can allow all things to transcend their own limits and further sublimate and evolve.

A small sapling, with the power of evolution, infinitely evolves into a world tree that covers the sky and the sun. A small tortoise,

infinitely sublimated and evolved into a black tortoise, carrying the world tree on its back.

A small spider evolved into a white silk evil god? Can it control the fate of all things?

Mu Liang: "I have a black tortoise as huge as a continent, and a world tree that controls the weather... I am a country of my own."

Week 1 "1,224 people are squeezed into 40 carriages, but only 2 people can live in the front of the train - what makes you qualified to get in?"

Month 1 "Zombies will evolve, and trains must evolve too: 1.2 cm steel plates have been welded, and a machine gun position on the roof has been reserved."

Month 2 "With talent, the research and development progress is different. The survival exoskeleton: Scavenger-1 type has taken shape."

Month 3 The train driver who tore the armor, the boy in a wheelchair holding up the train, the female master who rubbed the flesh and blood mecha with her hands...

- "Conductor's Log" We crushed the tide of corpses with steel wheels, connected the broken tracks with supernatural powers, set up flamethrowers in the plant frenzy, and when other survivors begged to get on the train, my attendant was baking cranberry cookies.