Starship Daoshu: Captain of the Spark of Civilization

The obsession in his heart that he did not want to die urged the frail young man to resolutely move towards a new world. He climbed hundreds of thousands of mountains and trudged through miasmatic swamps, each step carrying countless blood and tears. Even though the edge of the bone blade had long been rusty and mottled, he still tried his best, using his remaining body as a shield and his will as a blade, to carve out a way for the creatures at the bottom. Mean? Shameless? Play hard? The world only saw his bloody hands, but they didn't know what kind of truth he was carrying... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.