Shrouded in gray fog, the doomsday wasteland. This is the final buffer zone between human civilization and alien mutations - the Seventh Isolation Zone.
While everyone relied on prosthetic modifications, polymer materials, and genetic medicines to survive in the wasteland, Lu Chen only had a pure body, wore a shabby assault jacket, and used a rusty blunt knife to do the lowest level of "cleaner" work on the edge of the gray fog.
Toxic corrosion? Erase with bare hands.
Motorized monster? Kill instantly with one knife.
The inner city plutocrats thought he was just a lucky scavenger, until that day, a distress signal that detonated the restricted area awakened the true terror deep in the gray fog... And the man under the hood just impatiently took out his rusty iron knife.
"You're making me pick up trash."
