Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train - Chapter 237: Devouring Nuclear Power

Are you tired of the oppressive Government system? The rich remain wealthy, while the poor stay destitute. The law favors the powerful and influential, showing special treatment to those with status, while ignoring the plight of ordinary citizens. They proclaim “ignorance of the law excuses no one,” yet those in power easily manipulate and control the law to their advantage, trampling anyone in their path as long as they have money and wealth.In this compelling novel, a seemingly foolish character emerges, not as a hero, but as the remedy to the unavoidable ills of society. Through his journey, He will challenge the status quo, confront the corruption, and offer hope to those who have been oppressed for far too long Shedding light by using his own blood on the injustices of the world and inspiring a call for change.

In the current era, people are either normal or are with ‘special abilities’. Cases related to the latter are managed by the “National Anomaly Prevention and Control and Special Species Management Office”.
Qi Zheng Emperor Sheng Lingyuan was reawakened a thousand years later after he jumped off the fiery Red Lake. Xuan Ji, a newly transferred staff to the Reparations Division of the Deviant Control Office, finds himself having to clean up the mess of a revived tyrannical monarch. The two seemed to share something from the past, but unbeknownst to them, a big conspiracy is stirring right underneath their noses that could destroy the balance of the world.

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.