My True Name Holds the Sword, and the Judgment Is Final

Chaos is the only background, and pain is the only coordinate. Lynch woke up from the ruins covered with radioactive dust, with an alien bone blade stuck in his chest, and there was only one cold command left in his mind: [System initialization completed...] The world of amnesia is a dangerous hunting ground. Chimeric predators, radiation aberrations, and even humans themselves are all predators that choose and devour others. The only thing I can rely on is the strange vision that emerges in my eyes, which can see all things [True Name]. Tamper with material properties, guide energy flow, and even... Write life forms. But this power is accompanied by the [rejection reaction] of the world and the burning [entropy marks] on the body. From ruins to high walls, from "Dirty Finger" Mo to "Arbitrator" Antigone, Lynch relied on the absolutely rational "optimal solution" to climb all the way up. He gradually discovered that behind this disaster called "The Great Annihilation", there was a plan called "Prometheus", the "Void Singers" who tried to purify everything, and the "Void Singers" who sang the praises of nothingness. And he himself was the core of that disaster. When the vengeful tyrant finally retrieves his past, he faces the final choice: to become a practitioner of the cold tyranny of the "optimal solution", or... To become its judge? ​​[Keywords of this book]​​: hard-core science fiction apocalypse, calm rational flow, setting party, grammatical elements, philosophical speculation)