Blood Rust Era

[Blood rust is the blade, reincarnation is the salary] The Rust City has been dark for three hundred years, the gears are always moving like a life-eating maw, gold chains are embedded in the wrists, and flesh and blood are taxed - Chain Worker No. Until the early hours of bleeding, the clavicle broke and gave birth to red crystals, and the black rust crystals eroded blood through the steel, and the bones trembled like bronze bells. He was shocked to realize that the Blood Rust Realm was never a gift. It was the accumulated resentment of hundreds of millions of slave workers for three hundred years. It was the edge tempered by 7,749 reincarnations, crystallized into a blade in the blood vessels. "They say there is no solution to reincarnation? A golden chain is hard to break?" Ren tore off the disintegrating shackles, and the red crystal claws tore through the blood mist. The whimper of the reverse chain machine was intertwined with the whisper of the ancient king. He pointed directly at the dome star hub battleship, "Today, I will burn my destiny with black rust - so what if I reincarnate 7749 times? I want to be the first person in the world of rust to smash gears!" [Industrial Wasteland × Flesh Ascension × Reincarnation Resistance] From the blood-oozing slave workers who are left to be slaughtered, to the red crystal ferocious beasts that tear apart floating battleships, When the purifiers of the Star Hub approach with sonic cannons, when the hatch of the reverse chain machine hides the ultimate truth, He uses flesh and blood as salary and rust as a blade, vowing to carve the rust of "freedom" at the end of 7749 reincarnations—— Labor is never a shackle, it is the fire that ignites the sky, and the first step to ignite the fire is to let the blood rust through fate first!