In this cyber era where prosthetics are king and neural implants are rampant, flesh and blood is the epitaph of the weak, and steel is the passport of the strong.
But Li Yimo is an anomaly. He doesn't have a chip, not an electronic nerve. He only has scars that have been tempered for many times, and an "original body" that has broken through the genetic lock.
He was once a death row inmate numbered 9527, and the most feared failed experimental product of the Tiangong Group. Three years ago, he was thrown into the wasteland like garbage; three years later, he returned from hell to the world with a cyborg hound and a virus girl with the ability to destroy the world.
Facing the towering Tiangong Tower, facing the mecha legions filled with gods and Buddhas. Li Yimo lit a low-quality cigarette and raised his bandaged fist.
"You believe in steel, and I believe in bones." "I heard that you claim to be gods? That's good, I'm here to pay your respects."
——This is not just a story of revenge, it is a story of a rusty bone that blocks the gears of the entire precision world.
