[Wasteland Survival × Farming and Management × Fourth Cataclysm]
I'm Le Jian, a "pollution host on the brink of death" with no time left.
Just as I was thrown into the rust soil to die, the System that had been loading for nineteen years finally came online.
I thought I'd gotten a wasteland survival script.
Then I realized everyone else was here to "play a game." They could log off and respawn.
And I was the only [Variable] in this world.
The players want to take down the world, the "designers" want to play me to death, and the "pruners" want to smash me flat.
I turned around and accepted the only mission: [Purify the rust soil and restart civilization].
Now they call me the "God of Ecology," a "BUG-level existence."
I pick up my gun and grin:
"One bug is a bug. A whole pile of bugs? That's the answer to this version."
