Radiation rages, wind and sand fill the sky, and civilization is reduced to ruins made of twisted steel bars and discarded armor.
In this "rust age" where even low-quality black powder reloaded bullets are hard currency and a filter mask is required to breathe a breath of air, Lu Yuan seems out of place.
He had no nasty radiation spots, and his skin was so healthy that it was almost pale;
A single old-time original brass bullet he throws casually can scare the most vicious plunderers into weakness;
What's even more terrible is that he always carries a mysterious canvas bag that is one meter long and weighs 40 kilograms.
The smugglers, mercenaries, and chaebol wild dogs in the wasteland took notice and thought that the bag contained a heavy firearm from the old era that could change the power structure.
Only Lu Yuan himself knew two things:
First, he actually only had the brass bullet in his pocket, which was used to scare people just now.
Second, the "old guy" in his bag that was making a mechanical clicking sound... Didn't need regular bullets at all.
When the sleeping metal beast opens his eyes in the wilderness, the gears of the wasteland will turn again.
