Three hundred years after the cataclysm, aliens colonized and humans fell to the bottom of the food chain.
Some people are born as pure-blooded aliens, and the color of the sky and earth changes when they breathe;
Someone awakens S-level powers and raises his hand to burn the city;
Some people have their backs on the rebels, and their resources are stacked to overflowing.
And Lin Mo, a low-level hybrid who didn't even bother to recruit alien hybrids——
F- talent, trashy bloodline, and ugly looks.
The only system bound to it is called [Diligence can compensate for weakness], which cannot be drawn, cannot be redeemed, does not give task guidance, and even ridicules him every day.
There is only one way to upgrade: repeat, repeat.
Others can master it after practicing it once, but he practiced it ten thousand times.
When others advance through drug addiction, he uses his lifespan to fill it in.
Some said he was stupid, some said he was crazy, and even more said he was destined not to survive this winter.
Lin Mo didn't refute.
He just gets up on time at four in the morning and punches the air.
On the 1,847th day, the C-class alienated supervisor who once crushed his ribs was punched through his throat.
On the 3,200th day, he changed the winning streak in the arena.
Day 10,000——
The A-level executive officer of the Star Spirit Tribe looked down at him like an ant:
"Despicable creature, why do you stand in front of me?"
Lin Mo moved his knuckles, and the joints made a crisp sound like fried beans.
"I have nothing but my liver."
"With this punch of mine——"
"Practed 4.73 Million times."
