A crystal dust storm tears reality apart, hurling Lu Yuan and his battered pickup onto a perilous road without end.
When the “Highway Survival System” forcibly binds itself to him, bloodthirsty crystal-spined monsters are already crawling all over the windows.
Fuel is running low, his wrench is stained with blood, and his only chance of survival is to keep this hunk of metal alive.
Weld on steel plates, mount machine guns, forge living crystal cores...
The old pickup undergoes a frenzied evolution, transforming into a mechanical behemoth: the Titan.
Meanwhile, the System's cold warning flashes: [Cognitive contamination +0.1%].
On this road that devours lives, does the wheel lead to an oasis, or to an even deeper trap?
No head, no background. I don't know what to say. It's hard to say.