The spine is rusty alloy and the heart is a defunct nuclear reactor.
In this era of never-ending neon rain, cultivating immortality is the exclusive preserve of the rich, while the poor only deserve to rot in the slums.
Until I picked up a ring.
Contains the Wanjie Mall, where discarded parts can be exchanged for elixirs and magic weapons.
The thunder tribulation turned into a high-voltage cable, and the flying sword was hidden in the mechanical arm.
The traitor brother wants to use digital technology to ascend? I directly sacrificed my remaining life and froze the city's logic code.
The empress of the empire is coming to clean up the rebels? I took out the Wanjie Nuclear Weapon with my backhand.
Either kneel or format.
I am the only true god in this scrap metal world.
