In 2388, the earth finally entered the cyberpunk era.
Frustrated bounty hunter Ma Juan accidentally traveled to the super Earth-Ram six hundred light years away. This place is like a pure land favored by the universe: the sea and land are vast, the rivers are clear, and the three-wheeled moon hangs in the night sky. Green glass sheds cold light, the red copper moon is as silent as an abandoned space station, and the obsidian black moon slowly returns from the end of ancient mythology, as huge as an approaching black continent.
Ram has an absurd yet delicate balance. The "arrow trees" all over the mountains and plains ignore defenses and have a one-in-a-million absolute death penalty, allowing low-level civilians to form a natural "nuclear deterrent" against high-level mages. Magic crystals, staffs, parliaments, dragons and ancient ruins jointly support the magical order of this world.
But this has little to do with Ma Juan.
As a Cyberman with a half-body oil leaking prosthetic body, he faces only one desperate situation every day: how to find a charger in a world that doesn't even have sockets.
Go to the lightning mage to "grab electricity", go to the black market to dig out magic crystals, use infrared to scan fireballs, use water flow as a rheostat, and use a high-frequency vibrating knife to cut through the spell shield. Magic cannot be blasphemed? Ma Juan only saw voltage, heat, errors and a bunch of formulas that could be disassembled.
Just when he finally managed to get a full battery life and prepare to retire in this pure land without plutocratic bills, he discovered that the balance of the planet was a scam that could explode at any time. Outside the sky, the countdown to the black moon's fall has quietly begun.
"I just want to recharge my batteries quietly, is it so difficult?"
Ma Juan sighed, looked at the world that was about to collapse, and raised the sparkling mechanical arm again.
