Black fog descends and the world becomes a wasteland. Alien beasts are rampant and civilization is in decline.
Lin Mo, a thin young man struggling at the bottom of the wasteland and making a living by disposing of corpses, believed in the Taoist philosophy that "living" is everything.
No one knows that he possesses a mythical talent - [Extraction of the Dead].
[Extraction successful! Gain strength +5, agility +3]
[Extraction successful! Skill acquired: Precision Shooting]
[Extraction successful! Obtain special attributes: claws tear!
While the dignitaries were still fighting over a tube of genetic medicine, Lin Momo dragged the body of a giant dragon into his personal space.
In the space, the black soil surged, and the corpses turned into the purest nutrients, giving birth to rice, melons and fruits that exuded the breath of life.
While others were struggling to survive in the wasteland, Lin Mo was farming leisurely in the wasteland.
"What? The troops are approaching the city and the fortress is about to be breached?"
Lin Mo gnawed on the cucumber he had just picked and glanced at the long list of astronomical attributes on the panel.
"Oh, then I'll go out."
In the wasteland, the myth was born.
