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When he wakes up in the bath of the gods, the world has been dead for sixty years. And he will kill the new god with his own hands! In the steel jungle made of runes, a stingy little fat fish blocked the upper limit of his spiritual power - "Uncle Fish, give me some strength! The opponent is an immortal-level mechanical race!" "Humph, an ant is worthy of my full strength? Thirty percent of your spiritual power is enough for you to kill it... Barely!" Han Dong, an ordinary archeology student. In an accident sixty years ago, he and the iceberg goddess Fang Guyu fell into a mysterious bath and fell into a deep sleep outside of time. When he opened his eyes again, the earth had changed beyond recognition: cities were in ruins, alien beasts were occupying the sky, and runes were crawling like blood vessels all over the steel structures and black armored warriors. He wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength didn't allow it. He just wants to be a salted fish, but trouble follows him! The Zangzhuo plan was completely bankrupt. The soul of the second class was burning, Han Dong raised his knife to the sky: Immortal-level machine? Cut it in two! God-level minions? Completely destroyed! The kingdom of the dead, the secret realm beyond the sky... His arrogant figure breaks all rules, and the torrent of runes is invincible! Until the final decision came - in order to prevent the disaster of the world, he burned his soul and became the last barrier of mankind. Fang Guyu tore apart the long river of time and space and swam upstream three times, just to change his fate of death. Three reversals, three defeats. The gears of fate, between the starting point and the end, carve an unsolvable tragic cycle... "This time, I not only want to kill the gods -" Han Dong pointed his blade directly at the sky and smiled wildly. "I want to chop this damn fateful thread together and feed it to the fish!"