The crystal dust storm tore apart reality, and Lu Yuan and his broken pickup truck were thrown into an endless and dangerous path.
When the "Highway Survival System" was forcibly bound, bloodthirsty crystal spiny monsters were crawling outside the window.
The fuel is running out, the wrench is stained with blood, and the only chance is to keep this iron lump alive——
Welding steel plates, adding machine guns, melting and casting active crystal nuclei...
The old pickup maniacally evolved into a mechanical behemoth "Titan".
And the system's cold warning flashed: [Cognitive pollution +0.1%].
On this life-devouring road, is there an oasis at the end of the steering wheel, or is it a deeper trap?
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No head, no background. I don't know what to say. It's hard to say.
No head, no background. I don't know what to say. It's hard to say.