[Cyberpunk × Ancient Martial Arts Mecha × Wasteland Comeback]
The year 2049. Cangliang City.
In this cold age, where AI calculates everything perfectly and genes determine social class, a poor person’s life is worth less than a string of code.
Eighteen-year-old Chou Jianming has a genetic defect and is paralyzed from the neck down.
In everyone else’s eyes, he’s a pile of industrial waste that should have been scrapped long ago.
That is, until he drags his cheap, nearly obsolete, battered prosthetic body into Chang’an City, a lawless land.
There, there is no AI, no surveillance, only loess, torches, and a group of madmen abandoned by the times.
They tell him: “The prosthetics may be fake, but you’re alive.”
While everyone assumes he can only cling to life, they have no idea
just how many insane metal components that battered body can be fitted with;
or what ancient roar lies hidden deep in that paralyzed spinal cord, powerful enough to shatter the sound barrier!
“If this steel jungle has no room for flesh and blood, then I’ll use all this scrap metal on my body to smash your perfect sky to pieces!”
From a good-for-nothing in a wheelchair to a god of slaughter clad head to toe in metal.
A story about how an insignificant nobody topples the gods.
