
by Litrpgwriter65
The world didn't end with a war. It just faded into an endless desert.Jack is twenty-five, alone, and the very last living member of the Red Tribe. In a lawless wasteland plagued by shifting sandstorms, sudden downpours, and lethal bandits, survival isn't a goal—it's a daily battle.In this world, firearms are a forbidden relic of the past. Disputes are settled up close and personal with pneumatic cord-swords, weapons that snap into lethal blades at the press of a button. Jack doesn't crave power or glory. He just wants to survive the wastes and bring a fragile peace to a lawless world.But when you're the last of your kind, peace is the hardest thing to fight for.
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