What Kind of Cyberpsychosis, Just a Martial Artist?

In the year 273 of the Icarus calendar, the corporate war seems to have been forgotten by everyone. Mega corporations control your life from cradle to grave. Some artificial intelligences are unwilling to stay safely in the shrines built for them by the company. Prepare to rush into human society like a swarm of bees. And humans? Human beings are no longer human beings. They are machines, beasts, and individuals divided by society. "What about you? Are you going to just go with this damn history, or are you going to give this crazy world a hard shove and burn it all down?" "If you don't understand what it means, let's start fighting!" Obtain the power of [Prototypes] and [Collectibles] from the long river of human collective consciousness. This is a story about using your brain and failing, so you use your iron fist to blow everything up. (Does this dice not have 10?) Martial Arts [Wear Armor]: To pursue the pinnacle of battlefield martial arts, a martial artist should wear armor! The ability to control the armor has reached MAX! [Five Steps of Splattering Blood]: Forbids the special abilities of all [Prototypes] and [Collectibles] within five steps. On the huge viaduct under the dark night sky, a black box dropped from the sky. The young man slapped the black box hard with his palm. "Whatever it is, put on your armor!" "Bitch! Face me!" Ps: Most of the residents in this worldview are generally not well educated, and swearing and swearing are everywhere. If you mind, please stay at the border of the civilized world.