Blueprint of Destruction

Iron Fortress calls me a traitor, number 737. My left arm is a cold killing machine, but my right eye still retains the extravagant hope of seeing green. Binding the [Blueprint of Destruction], I can understand the weaknesses of all things - the walls of the fortress, the core of mutants, and even the rules of life and death in this world. They ordered me to destroy the last green-eyed girl in the wasteland, calling her a "tumor of civilization." When I pulled the trigger, the bullet hit the fortress defender behind me. Because the system prompt flashes: [Destroy her, and the world will fall into darkness forever. Save her and you will make the entire civilization your enemy. Now, as the pursuers' artillery fire illuminates hell, I plunge the broken robotic arm into the earth. Either use these eyes to witness the end, or use these hands... To carve a way out of this hopeless wasteland.