This world treats people as fuel.
Mining zones, debt, drugs, cultivation techniques, war: every seemingly civilized system is, at its core, a machine that devours life.
He was born a mine slave.
His number, his debts, even his family ties had all been entered into the ledger long ago.
Until that day, when he discovered that he could devour, analyze, and turn the world's powers against it.
From fighting his way out of the mines to tearing through the capital's class barriers;
from bloody battles in the lawless lands to uncovering the truth behind the "human slaughterhouse":
only when he stood at the pinnacle of the world did he realize that
so-called transcendence was merely a higher level of livestock farming.
So-called powerhouses were simply fuel chosen for the next stage.
That day, he stopped fighting merely to stay alive.
He would make this world
stop using people to generate power.
