(No system, no invincibility, emphasis on humanity, no routines, cool combat-oriented writing, growth-oriented protagonist, mechanical ascension in exchange for combat power, prosthetic body upgrade flow) (Group portraits, supporting characters are not facial makeup, each has its own survival philosophy)
I woke up from a hundred years of refrigeration, and the world has been swallowed up by nuclear polar night.
The sun has not risen for a hundred years, and the cold winter will never recede.
Evil religions are rampant and human life is as cheap as an ant.
I exchanged my flesh and blood for a prosthetic body, and from being a harvested person, I smashed the order of the wasteland with each punch, and became a prosthetic judge.
