"When the rules of the world begin to rust..."
In the new era, Blue Star is decaying at the legal level. Filth seeps from the core of the earth, metal mold grows in reinforced concrete cities, and humans retreat into tomb-like deep-seated fortresses. Warriors temper their essence, ignite their blood, and forge their souls, fighting for a glimmer of hope in the crumbling order.
The seventh deep excavation layer of Rusty Iron City.
There is always severe pain hidden in Lu Zhen's left hand - there is a "Rust Talisman" embedded there that eats the residue of the law. It is both poisonous and tinder. When the predator with deformed flesh and flesh tore apart the platform, the eyes of the dying person reflected the red lines rising from the young man's palm: they were the scorching sun that burned away the filth, and the pen that rewrote the abyss of the sky.
"They want my rust charm?"
"No... What they should be afraid of is my rusty martial arts!"
