When the doomsday virus swept across the world and mankind fell into the abyss of despair, Lin Mo awakened a unique power-infinite synthesis. While others were still fighting for a piece of moldy bread, he could already turn scrap iron into fine steel armor, and turn mutant beast flesh and blood into genetic medicine. When the survivor base was crumbling in the tide of corpses, he silently took out the synthetic plasma cannon. "I am not a savior," Lin Mo looked at the swarm of synthetic drones flying in the sky, "I am just an arms dealer who is forced to do business."
