Apocalyptic Wasteland: My Mutation Illustration Book Can Be Upgraded

"In the third year of the apocalypse, I was squatting behind a mountain of garbage, chewing moldy compressed biscuits, and listened to the distant shelter guards calling me the 'king of trash.' They didn't know - the mutation illustration in my pocket just flashed golden light, and the genetic map of the third-order ironback lizard that I stabbed to death half an hour ago was marking four evolutionary routes. When the red mist spread over the ruined city, the group of 'beneficiaries' who had robbed me of my crystal core came around with weapons raised, saying that they would 'do justice for heaven'. I crushed the newly analyzed 'metallic skin' gene card in my pocket and watched their bullets burst into sparks on my arm. Until the woman who always wore silver earrings appeared. She glanced at the hundreds of maps in my illustrated book and suddenly smiled: "Researcher Shen, you hid it deep enough - your mentor's notes should be returned to their original owners." ' This time, I won't be a waste anymore This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.