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?Total developed planets: Over 10 billion.
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?Earth: Unregistered. Status: Food harvesting zone.
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?CR System (Combat Rating):
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?Normal Humans: CR 1000 (Bottom of the food chain, trash genes).
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?Armed Military: CR 1200.
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?Human Elites: CR 1500.
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?Crustacean Race (Foot Soldiers): CR 10000 to 15000 (Ultra-hard shell, innate physical prowess).
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?This vast and brilliant universe has 10 billion highly developed planets recorded on the Galactic Map.
?Earth... has never been among them.
?In 2060, the sky shattered. Proud humanity suddenly realized they were never citizens of the cosmos. In the eyes of superior civilizations, this species with a combat rating of merely 100 was not even classified as "intelligent beings". They were categorized under a cruel and cold label: Cosmic junk food.
?When the reptilian Crustacean race invaded, there was no great patriotic war, because between the hunter and the livestock, it was merely called a harvest.
?Towering living guillotines, clad in ultra-hard shells with a CR of 2000, easily tore apart humanity's most outstanding elites (CR 400) as effortlessly as shredding damp paper. Borders were erased, and global militaries collapsed in utter despair within the blink of an eye. The resistance forces were crushed and shattered; the survivors had to dig deep underground, hiding like bugs deprived of sunlight.
?The blue planet was terraformed. Magnificent cities were leveled, replaced by massive "human livestock farms" reeking of rust and fresh blood.
?Humans were herded into cold metal pens. Blocks of human flesh were carved up by mindless machinery, frozen in cans, and loaded onto colossal spaceships to be exported to the poorest corners of the universe, serving as cheap food for starving, lower-tier races.
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?Inside the cramped iron cages, wails and screams initially echoed endlessly. But they soon died out. The alien masters complained that the "livestock" were too noisy. Using thermal tongs, they coldly cut off the tongues and pierced the eardrums of everyone locked inside. A deadly silence enveloped the farms, leaving only muffled groans suffocating in their throats.
?And when a disease suddenly broke out in a camp, the Crustaceans wasted no medicine on treatment. Their sole method of disposal was a cleansing by hellfire. Tens of thousands of lives were trapped in a sea of red flames. They reached their charred, flesh-peeling hands through the iron bars, struggling mutely in absolute silence before turning into a pile of pitch-black ash.
?Ashes filled the sky, blanketing the ruins of a dead civilization.
?In the midst of that bloody hell, filled with ashes and the stench of burnt flesh, there was Stone.
?She was no mutant warrior, nor did she possess any messianic superpowers. Before 2060, Stone was just an obedient female student fresh out of college, holding her degree and embracing countless dreams of a peaceful life. But the spiked boots of the Crustaceans trampled it all. Her entire family was crushed into a pulp of flesh and blood during the very first days of the alien legion's invasion.
?Now, Stone was nothing more than a being with humanity's trash genes (CR 100). A scrawny, grimy, ragged girl drifting at the very bottom of this apocalyptic mire.
?Poverty and misery could not kill her ridiculously meddlesome nature. Stone begged to join a battered underground resistance group, but she didn't wield a gun. Who would give a gun to someone as weak as her? She became a lowly civilian chore girl. Her daily job was cleaning up, mopping pools of stagnant blood, and crawling into giant, foul-smelling scrap heaps to scavenge. She dug for every scrap of leftover food and every shattered piece of machinery to bring back, trying to save pathetic refugees just like herself.
?Everyone in the underground base considered her a lunatic. Because in an era where even breathing too loudly was a crime, at a time when their species was being dragged out to be canned as meat, this foolish chore girl stubbornly clung to a delusion of extreme absurdity: Humanity, with absolute certainty, will eventually win.
?However, the wheel of fate always takes turns that mock the entire universe.
?What would drive people the most insane, the most haunting thing in this bloody history, wasn't the foolishness of that trash-gene student. It was the majestic title that would later become inextricably linked to this ragged chore girl.
?A title that would make all sovereign civilizations tremble, and force all of humanity to bow down in reverence:
?The Ruler.
?Author's Note (From a gray amateur):
?I've outlined and scribbled around this plotline, totaling enough to fill about 2000 chapters. However, the upload speed here will be quite slow. The reason is that I want to create the illustrations myself to most accurately convey the visuals running through my head.
?A little warning: This is a story about a maddening, dark, and desperate post-apocalyptic world. If you are a "white-colored" reader (who prefers bright and rosy things), this journey will be quite suffocating and shocking for you. Please consider carefully before reading further, because the creator of this world is a "gray" author.