Psionic Era: Rise of the Dictator

Surgeon Lin Ye died suddenly on the operating table. When he opened his eyes, it was already hell. The first second of traveling through the parallel world is the beginning of the doomsday when psionic energy sweeps through and zombies run rampant. On the campus where flesh and blood were everywhere, others screamed in fear, but he calmly held the fire ax tightly - thirty years of rationality and scalpel-like precision were his only luggage. Until the desperate situation, the [Absolute Reaper System] was coldly activated. Kill, harvest, evolve. Life essence strengthens the body, soul fragments temper the will, and evolution points unlock killing skills. He saw the rules clearly: there is no morality in the last days, only harvesting and being harvested. While the survivor is still performing hypocrisy for a piece of bread, he has begun to dissect the weaknesses of this collapsed world. Zombies, mutants, psionic energy aggregates... Are all the fuel for his evolution. When the Church preached divine evolution, the Federation was still alive, and the Orcs were separatist, he had already forged the "Night City" in the ruins and formulated the cold code of the New Era. "I don't save the world, I just perform the final surgical operation for civilization - remove the carrion and keep the fire." This is the apocalyptic aesthetics of the loner, and it is also the most ruthless way for rationalists to ascend to the gods in the era of madness.