Humanity scrapes by on the wasteland.
I can see the evolutionary paths of all things.
In Jiangnan Base City, Lin Mo, a slum boy, awakens the legendary [Eye of Truth] in a desperate bid to save his terminally ill younger sister.
Other people's cultivation means grueling practice, enduring hardship, and risking their lives.
His means deduction, optimization, and adding points.
One look at a veteran's scar, and he can see how to heal it.
One look at a mutant beast's weakness, and he can see the angle for a killing blow.
One look at an enemy's technique, and he can see its flaws and the path to advancing it.
From then on, the wasteland gains a madman who refuses to act human.
Others practice their punches a thousand times a day. He does it ten thousand times.
Others avoid the contaminated zones. He charges right into them, risking everything.
Others spend ten years honing a sword. He fights his way through the entire recruit camp in three months.
Old Dog says, “That kid's not human. He's a wolf.”
His brother says, “Following him is worth dying for.”
His enemies say, “He's no evolver. He's a walking disaster.”
Only that girl asks with red-rimmed eyes as he lies covered in wounds, “Is it worth it?”
Lin Mo wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and grins. “My sister's still alive. That's enough.”
Later, humanity faces the greatest beast tide in its history.
Later, the ancient road through the stars opens, and the outer gods descend.
Later, everyone spreads the word:
That madman who clawed his way out of the slums is heading for the throne of the one true god.
Extreme combat style + data vision, decisive and relentless, full of fiery passion.
