In the 22nd century, the earth turned into a radioactive wasteland due to the "Big Crunch". The survivors huddled in the underground city "Yuanxu" and lingered in the shadow of the ruler "Tiangong Mansion".
Shiying, the sharpest knife of the Shadow Ruins organization.
The prosthetic body "Candle Dragon" implanted in the right eye can predict life and death, but the incomplete Qi core in the body is like a countdown - every time an overclocking martial arts is used, the organs deteriorate by one point. She took on all the deals that would lead to death, until she went berserk and dying during a certain mission, and the blood-devouring black ring on her wrist suddenly came to life.
Mo Chen, an abandoned weapon from Tiangong Mansion.
When he transformed into a young man in black, his fingertips could crush bullets, but his breath was colder than a machine: "The binding agreement has taken effect. Your survival rate is 12%. It is recommended to hand over control of the body." He is a killing machine without pain, but the truth of the "Big Crunch" is locked deep in the code. Every time he touches the memory restricted area, the body will burst into blood.
- When she returned from a bloody bath, he reported the wound data with an expressionless face, but raised the temperature of the medical cabin by 3°C;
- He studied "human aesthetics" and said in a tactical analysis tone: "The heartbeat has accelerated by 23%. It is recommended to stop staring at my projection."
- Until the holographic mask of the leader of the Shadow Market shattered, revealing the same face as the master of Tiangong Palace - it turned out that the death of his sister was actually a sacrificial drama directed by a superior.
On the dome of Tiangong Mansion, Mo Chen held the hilt of the sword handed over by Shi Ying. Three thousand stars exploded between their interlocked fingers.
"Congratulations, you taught me the last lesson——"
The ghost of AI dissipates in the data flow,
"Death with your lover is the most beautiful paradox of probability."
And many years later, when the green buds penetrated the radiation clouds, Shi Ying caressed the blue prosthetic flash of his right eye, and chuckled like a sigh:
"Teach me again... How to love this human world that you have calculated thousands of times."
Concept: Romanticism of death and human nature