Traveling to the end of the world, Lindsay has not awakened her powers, gained no space, and has not been bound to any Roush subsystem. She was kicked out of the large survivor base at the beginning because she was a "fixer" and in an era when everyone was struggling to survive, she could neither fight nor breastfeed, and was a waste of food. Lindsay wiped the engine oil on his face, looked at the "safe zone" behind him that was maintained by plunder and internal fighting, sneered, drove the small four-wheel drive car he assembled, and stepped on the accelerator towards the free wasteland. The end of the world in other people's eyes: zombies! Monster! Mutated plants! How terrible! The apocalypse in Lindsay's eyes: abandoned engines (can be used), solar panels (good things), scrapped armored vehicles (dismantled), urban communication base stations (can be repaired)... There are treasures everywhere! While others were still breaking their heads over a pack of compressed biscuits, Lindsay had already installed herself a whole-house solar power supply, a water purification circulation system and an automated defense turret. While others were still hiding in Tibet to avoid the tide of corpses, Lindsay drove her magically modified "mobile fortress" and ran rampant in the wasteland, picking up a chatty little follower and a taciturn but powerful former bodyguard. Gradually, a legend spread in the wasteland: deep in the garbage mountain, there lived a female technician who could turn scrap metal into magical weapons. As long as you can afford the price, she can even build a Gundam for you. One day, the person in charge of the base who had kicked her out humbly came to her door with a generous gift and asked for technical support. Lindsay, who was feeding engine oil to her mechanical dog, didn't even raise her head: "Oh?
