Wasteland Planet.
A308 Area, White Rock Sanctuary City.
Blue Star Calendar, September 12, 2025.
It had been exactly three days since half of humanity on Blue Star transmigrated here.
At this moment.
In front of the Sanctuary City gate.
Tens of thousands of gaunt, ragged Wasteland Wanderers lined up in a long queue outside the gate.
Some of them were expressionless, eyes full of numbness and despair.
Some were wounded, legs broken off or pale bones exposed to the air, yet it didn't draw even a glance from those around them.
Others stood there blankly, gazing at the towering city gate, crying and laughing at the same time, even letting out bizarre screams.
Most of these refugees were from Blue Star.
The spot where they transmigrated was also near White Rock Sanctuary City.
At the city gate.
A youth, barefoot, skin and bones, with only a piece of tattered cloth on his body, walked out with heavy steps.
