To become a savior, you first have to become an executioner. The System puts a price on my good deeds: kill one to save ten, slaughter a city to protect a nation!
When the radiation snow of nuclear winter blankets the Northern Hemisphere and the plutocrats sip synthetic coffee beneath their domes, the displaced spread the legend of the “Iron Buddha”:
> He tears apart a giant beast’s mech to rescue a child, then massacres everyone in a federal bank vault the very next second;
> He grants the elderly a new lease on life, then turns an entire medical team into ingots of metal;
> The double brand of savior and executioner comes from the parasitic core screaming in his spine
> *“Warning! Morality value below critical threshold. Executing cleansing protocol: trade Shelter 03 for vaccines in the East District!”*
>
> Now, Lin Jin grips his still blood-dripping chainsaw sword, while two lines churn through his quantum mind:
> **Survival Mission**: Protect the last human seed vault behind you
> **Entropy Core Directive**: Exterminate all carbon-based life in this region
>
> “Everyone, get ready to witness
> **Just how many times must a demon kill himself before he learns to be human?**”
Nothing.