The end of the world is coming, gray fog swallows the city, alien beasts run rampant, and global civilization retreats overnight.
Others awakened flames, thunder and lightning, and madness, but Lin Xu was only bound to an underground maintenance station that was about to be scrapped.
Everyone thought he was useless.
Until he discovered that his base could edit entries.
[Old Tricycle] Added entries: tracked armor, automatic fire control, fuel efficiency, upgraded to a wasteland tank.
[Scrap Robot Arm] Added entries: self-repair, heavy-duty hydraulics, melee combat, and upgrade to an engineering mecha.
[Underground Maintenance Station] Added entries: automatic production, drone hive, mecha assembly line, upgraded to steel base.
While the survivors were still fighting for a piece of compressed biscuit, Lin Xu had already pulled up the mechanical army, pushed back the zombie tide, suppressed the alien beasts, reclaimed the city, and established the first base in the wasteland.
Some say he was just lucky.
Later, millions of mechas lined up in the wasteland, and the helicarrier covered the gray fog. Lin Xu stood in front of the Iron Throne, watching the god-level AI of the old world revive, and said calmly:
"From today on, the end of the world is under my control."
