Thousands of years ago, he was the chief formation master of the Qin Dynasty, and accompanied the First Emperor to conquer the six kingdoms.
Ten thousand years later, he woke up in a garbage dump, and the world was already a wasteland of neon and steel.
The plutocrats are on top, prosthetics are harvesting souls, and the Oracle Company is trying to excavate the tomb of the First Emperor in the hope of immortality.
Su Chen held the rusty wrench and looked at the power base stations, high-voltage cables, and network signals all over the city.
"Isn't the entire city just a ready-made formation?"
Plug in the power, and Leifa comes to the world.
Deprived of luck, the mecha spontaneously combusts.
When Su Chen stepped on the golden dragon and overlooked all living beings on the top of the skyscraper.
The so-called gods of this world are trembling.
"Whoever touches my things will die."
