[Apocalypse, wild imagination, sandbox cultivation power fantasy, unconventional survival story, no female lead]
Year 160 of the End Times, Western Settlement Camp.
The Western Settlement Camp, hailed as the City of Superpowered People, was now shrouded in gloom. Countless humanoid mechs hovered in the air, surrounding the entire camp.
Sisle, the camp's leader, couldn't help roaring in fury.
"Can someone tell me why we, the so-called City of Superpowered People, have fewer superpowered people than that bunch in Eastern District Three?"
"Can someone tell me why we can't use our powers?"
Sisle's roar was soon answered.
"Lord Sisle, according to reliable sources, the leader of Eastern District Three and his people can grow stronger just by scavenging garbage..."
Sisle: "????"
It's not an old routine, it's quite novel, not bad!