After transmigrating to a post-apocalyptic world, Luo Xue became a destitute vagrant, barely surviving from day to day.

Fortunately, she gained the opportunity to experience dream lives in a world of immortal martial arts.

Each time she enters a dream, she lives a brand new life, and only with the death of that life does the dream come to an end.

Everything from the dream world is brought back to reality, and everything in reality is likewise reflected in the dream.

Dream life after dream life, encounter after unforgettable encounter.

“Is this a dream?”

“Is it really a dream?”

“Or perhaps… reality is the dream?”

After experiencing countless dreams, when Luo Xue wakes up once more, innumerable threads of fate are tightly intertwined with her own.

“Perhaps it’s because I don’t know it’s a dream that I, a wanderer, chase after illusions.”

One hundred well-known facts about Miss Luo Yan——

【1: Time waits for no one, unless that person is Miss Luo Yan.】

【2: What’s the difference between the Eternally Slumbering, Ice Coffin Weapons, and Primordial Demons for Miss Luo Yan? Answer: There is no difference.】

【3: There is no theory of evolution in the world, only a “List of Creatures Miss Luo Yan Allows to Live”.】

【4: If you can see Miss Luo Yan, then Miss Luo Yan can also see you; if you cannot see Miss Luo Yan, then you are not far from death.】

【5: There are no weapons of mass destruction, only Miss Luo Yan.】

【……】

【101: Although it’s very hard to believe, I regret to inform you that there is no exaggeration in the above facts.】

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Serious Synopsis:

The Calamity Tide ushered in a new era. Countless giant cities rose from the ground, and mysteries and disasters spread panic. The girl Luo Yan, bearing all the malice of the world, walks a path paved with countless corpses, strolling across the land of suffering.

“My name is Luo Ling.”

“I’m just an ordinary high school student.”

“I always thought so, until one day… I got sick.”

“After getting sick, the world seemed to become a little different…”

The girl muttered to herself, standing before a grotesque being that was only half there. In her hand, she held the other half of the grotesque being, slowly bringing it to her mouth.

Grotesque beings disguised as humans are running rampant, flesh-eating demons cry out in anguish, and a mournful songstress chants softly, awakening something dormant in the void.

“No one can escape this.”

“No… one.”