The neon lights of Xinqiong City are always woven with false prosperity, and in the gaps of the steel jungle, there is darkness under the monopoly of consortiums. Prosthetic transformation and ancient martial arts collide in the cyber wave, and the boundary between flesh and machine becomes increasingly blurred. He is a lonely soul wandering in the gray area. His modified prosthetics hide a deadly edge, and the old blade on his waist reflects the glimmer of troubled times. He was once an outcast of the underground forces, but because he was unwilling to join in the evil, he became a desperado pursued by consortiums and feared by the underworld. He disdains the constraints of rules and walks on the edge of order like a prodigal. He supports others when they are weak and kills them when they are evil, tearing apart the curtain of decay in his own way. In the neon-lit streets, he resolved the crisis of the people at the bottom; in the shadow of the abandoned industrial area, he fought against the cold-blooded Cyborg army; under the building of the floating consortium, he planted the fire to subvert hegemony. There is no fixed destination, no eternal allies, only the blade in his hand and the meaning in his heart, supporting him to walk alone in the wasteland-like cyber city. He interprets chivalry with unruliness, cuts through the darkness with sharpness, and in the game of technology and human nature, he walks a legendary path belonging to the prodigal son.
