"Three thousand stars hang in the sky, and three thousand cities fall on the ground." This is a phrase that everyone is familiar with in this continent. \nWhen the star hanging high in the sky falls, the gears of fate begin to turn. \nStrange radiation creates distortions, and the illusory star beasts smile hideously. \nAfter destruction, is there a new life? Or is it a deeper despair? \nThe star city built by the stars has become the last pure land of mankind. \nTime flies, in hundreds of years, the number of 3,000 Star Cities has fallen to less than 1,000. \nStrict classes, rigid systems, through the backwater-like status quo, can only see the gradual end of extinction. Inside Star City is a false Garden of Eden, and outside Star City is a bloody and cruel wasteland. \nSome people are not chic, and some people just want a way to live but can't. Someone waved a lot of bills, looked at the neon-lit skyscrapers, and said this is heaven. Someone touched their parched lips, looked at the radioactive water, and said this is hell. \nHe took off his sunglasses and poked his fingertips into his eyes, which were empty. "Ah, this... I can't see it either. Put on your sunglasses, lean your cane, and head to the next target star city. \n "I'm just a mediocre traveler who goes to various star cities to check in, and by the way, gets system rewards. \nAs for this terrible world, so the big federation can't save it, can I be expected to be blind? ”