Blue Star, Daxia.
Jiangcheng University.
Male dormitory building.
Tang Yunxuan stared at the helmet placed on the table before him, his eyes full of confusion.
"How could it be?"
"The crossing is over, how come the helmet popped up again?"
This helmet, Tang Yunxuan was all too familiar with, was exactly the internal testing helmet of the 'Wasteland' game.
The cataclysm, or rather before the crossing happened, he stared at the helmet for two days straight.
"Details, patterns, material, texture..."
"Identical!"
Tang Yunxuan repeatedly confirmed, arriving at a conclusion.
"Should I wear it?"
"What will happen if I wear it?"
"Will there be a hundred percent crossing again?"
Various thoughts intertwined in Tang Yunxuan's mind.
He looked up, gazing out the window.
The sky remained somber.
After the cataclysm, Blue Star's population halved, technology withered, energy paralyzed.
To this day, order has not been restored.
This is because...
