[Interstellar Calendar Year 2349·Rust Belt Colony]
When the siren pierced the bloody star curtain, Lin Jin was squatting in the wreckage of the abandoned starship, eating the last half of an energy biscuit.
The inferior gene ring on her wrist suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light - it was a compulsory recruitment order from the home planet "Tianshu", and eight large gilt characters were burned on her retina: "Experimental Subject No. 49, Return to the team immediately."
"Return to the team?" She licked the metal shavings at the corner of her mouth, and her fingertips casually traced the convex modified joints on the back of her neck.
Three years ago, when her genetic medal was ripped off by her family in public and thrown into the Rust Belt, they said she was a "failure" and a "zero-level inferior" who should buy a quota from a wealthy family to even breathe.
But now, when the meteorite tide outside the galaxy tears apart space, and when the mechas of the eight wealthy families are shattered like paper toys in the energy turbulence, these noble "pure-bloods" finally remember what kind of monster they have buried in her genetic chain.
Lin Jin smiled when the roar of the star core resonance ran from the soles of his feet into his spine.
She looked at the silver-blue light flow surging in the palm of her hand - it was the "Eye of God" that could predict the trajectory of entropy flow, and it was the "Star Core Memory" that would be awakened by touching the ruins of ancient civilizations.
It turns out that the so-called "failure of transformation" is just a "forbidden key" trapped by the family with a genetic lock; it turns out that the "cosmic order" they have promoted for generations is just a power game fed by the blood of millions of Rust Belt people.
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