Wasteland: The Cultivator Who Emerged from the Undercity

[No System]+ [Urban]+ [High Martial]+ [Superpowers]+ [Wasteland]+ [Slow burn]

Zhang the Lame looked at the people surrounding him so completely that not even a drop of water could get through. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his sallow face bore an indelible air of defeat. He touched his crippled leg, bitterness filling his weary eyes.

“I’ve accepted that I’m no genius. I’ve stopped aiming for the sky, stopped thinking I’m special, and stopped being arrogant.”

“I quit. I ran away. I accepted my fate.”

“I’ve accepted that I’m nothing but a good-for-nothing. I’ve stopped dreaming and stopped struggling.”

“I just want to scrape by and stay alive. But why... Why do you still make things so hard for me when all I want is to be ordinary?”

His bitterness was like thousand-year-old ice, impossible to melt.

Once an ordinary genius, now a crippled good-for-nothing, he let out a defiant roar across this Wasteland.

“Do ordinary people deserve to die? No! I’ll live just to prove you wrong!!!”