Red Wolf Sets Sail: from Wasteland to Stars

Traveling to the wasteland world, I became the "strongest" but penniless mercenary Sabretooth in history. He was full of confidence and prepared to start the game to become a god, but he was taught how to be a human being by a group of mutated rats, and he was lying next to a garbage dump doubting life. It was then that a broken system bound me. It can't make me stronger, but it can summon a group of "fourth natural disasters" who call themselves "players". I said: "The boss is in front, who can fight?" The "players" had a green light in their eyes and rushed forward with novice daggers on their shoulders. The scene was very bloody for a time. They invent tanks, mechas, and even feed back real-world technology. They call me a "cold NPC city lord", but they don't know that every night in my dream, I bear the saber-tooth gaze of the original owner. When I walked toward the moon step by step under the gunfire of the cold-blooded party, and when I uncovered the truth about the "shackles of the world," I realized that I could no longer look back on this huge gamble on civilization. "If this is the fate of mankind, then it's up to me to break down this wall."