Wasteland Planet.
A308 Area, White Rock Sanctuary City.
Blue Star Calendar, September 12, 2025.
It has been exactly three days since half of humanity from Blue Star transmigrated here.
At this moment.
At the gate of the Sanctuary City.
Tens of thousands of scrawny, yellow-skinned Wasteland Wanderers in tattered clothes were lined up in a long queue at the city gate.
Some of them were expressionless, their eyes filled with numbness and despair.
Some were wounded, with broken legs and feet—white bones exposed to the air—yet it didn't draw any extra attention from people around them.
Others just stood dumbly in place, looking at the towering gate to the Sanctuary City, crying and laughing, even making strange howling noises.
Most of these refugees came from Blue Star.
Their transmigration spots were all near White Rock Sanctuary City.
At the city gate.
A young man, barefoot, skin and bones, with nothing but a ragged cloth draped over him, walked out with heavy steps.
