I'm a Scoundrel in the Wasteland

In the embers of civilization, steel and flesh reshaped the era. High walls collapsed, alien species ran rampant, and the old order became illusory. When he woke up from the ruins, he only had the will to survive, no gift, and no way out. The bone-corroding poison is deeply rooted in the blood, traveling in the sky, hiding in the darkness, carrying the power of strange beasts, but vowing to guard the last line of defense of people's hearts, holding the desolate soul in his hand, using the spine of the city-destroying beast as his bones, and thousands of dead souls as his blades. He once crawled in the dust, and will eventually stand on the top of the penalty area. This is not the struggle of one person, but the resistance of an era. When the fire burns out the night, the name of the fifth city will be engraved by the hands of living people! At the end of the era, do humans deserve the light? The answer is not in the hands of gods. And in the backbone of the ant. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.