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When Lin Li was cornered by a swarm of mutated rats for the third time, he finally confirmed that he had awakened the most useless skill in the apocalypse - [Basic Item Identification]. This ability to even read the wrong production date of bottled water is equivalent to a death notice in a wasteland filled with flesh and blood. Until that rainy night, when he was about to die, he accidentally triggered the flashing "+1" in his skill bar. It turns out that his sequence has no upper limit, and he can obtain new skills every ten mutants he hunts, and every ten basic skills... Can be fused into a war machine like [Flame Jet]. Now, this former convenience store clerk drives a modified oil tanker, and the dashboard is filled with metal nameplates recording 237 skills. The madman from the Academy of Sciences who wanted to dissect him was tied up in the back seat, and the warlord's envoy who wanted to recruit him was sitting in the passenger seat. The destination flashing on the GPS was the restricted area known as the "Sequencer Cemetery" where my sister last sent the signal. At the end of this road paved with blood, what awaits him is not only the whereabouts of his relatives, but also the ultimate choice that all Sequencers will eventually face: when your skill tree extends enough to reshape the world, are you a hunter or... Prey of a higher dimension?