Leave This Chaotic World to Me Alone to Save?

Source energy was once the pulse of the world. At that time, the gears can blossom into roses, and the birds can be embedded with eternal springs; the mechanical arms can condense morning dew, and the spiritual fire can forge gears that can dream - the source energy flows like water, giving the steel a temperature and the sparks a shape. Until the source energy crystal core supporting the world shatters. The light rain falls to the ground, and those who touch it will be torn apart: gears are drilled out of the bones of some people, and they become roaring living machines; some people are burned by spiritual energy into semi-transparent fire ghosts, which can burn through steel while floating. The survivors clutched the fragments of unbalanced source energy in their bodies and eventually divided into two groups: One group crushes psychic energy and nails machinery into bones and blood, and is a pure mechanical person; the other group strips off gears and lets spiritual energy burn in the blood vessels, and is a psyker. In the dark night, a few people occasionally try to integrate the two, but they are always burned by the "error". Those scattered red and white lines are like broken strings that can no longer play the original tune. Until he showed up. The most primitive source energy surged in his body, like unbroken sunlight. What's even more surprising is that he can see the "errors" in the world - the white lines on the loose joints of the pure machine, the red lines running wild in the body of the psyker, and even the unhealed tear marks on the body of the living fire ghost. He stood on the ruins of machinery and psychic energy. The light in his palms was both cold and hard as steel and as warm as fire. Perhaps, the broken source energy crystal core is waiting for such a hand to turn the world's gears back to their original position.