Does the whole school laugh at me for being a bone-picking trash collector?
Little do they know, four big shots are fighting to be my teammates, all to repay my father's kindness.
In the wasteland of the Seventh Era, humanity huddles beneath steel domes, barely clinging to life as radiation and bones blanket the wilderness.
No one knows that the beating heart I brought back is the ultimate legacy my parents left me:
a [Bone Armor System] that can devour all things and rewrite the rules.
Others wear clothes; I wear bones. Others level up through meditation; I level up by breaking down bones and plundering their power.
Fate Mark Vessels? I can bear an unlimited number of powers.
Star Mark Plunder? Kill an enemy, and I can strip away their abilities too.
The misspelled characters I carved as a three-year-old became the ultimate key to the entire wasteland.
From an ant in a garbage dump to a god who rewrites the laws of the universe.
With nothing but a set of bones, I smashed the gods' chessboard to pieces.
If you're tired of the same old formulas, come see how an ordinary man carves out a third path amid the ruins.
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