Chapter 1: Into the Bone Wasteland

Eighty-one trials marked the journey west in search of salvation, each one a brutal test—think of it like crossing the country in a Mad Max road trip, where every mile throws a new mutated nightmare at you.

If you grew up on stories about wild cross-country journeys, you know that every mile comes with its own set of nightmares. But in this world, the monsters aren’t just in your head—they’re real, mutated, and hungry for flesh.

But why are there no monsters in our world today?

You ever wonder why the old legends seem to vanish? Maybe the monsters just learned to hide better, or maybe something wiped them out for good. Either way, the world feels emptier now, but not always safer.

In truth, the Journey to the West was not a myth, but an ancient prophecy.

Most folks think stories like that are just tall tales, but sometimes the oldest myths hold the darkest truths. Turns out, our journey west wasn’t just a story—it was carved into the very bedrock of our world, as if destiny itself set the route.

When humanity’s final nuclear bomb detonated, the world shrank to just four continents.

After the last bomb fell, the world wasn’t just broken—it was carved up, the old borders erased, leaving only four scattered continents clinging to survival. You can still see the scars if you know where to look.

That world, where bones formed ridges and skeletons rose like forests, came into being…

Picture a landscape so twisted that the hills are made of bones, forests of skeletons stretching up like the petrified remains of ancient giants. It’s not just a wasteland—it’s a graveyard that keeps growing, swallowing everything in its path.