No. C 347

In the Western Plateau, people have no names, only work license numbers. C-347 is the silent one in the mine. Until he smashed the supervisor's throat bone with a wrench and escaped into the abandoned mine tunnel with seven death row prisoners. The south called him a rat, the north called him a mine thief, and even the gang that took him in only regarded him as a tool that could repair mechas. When he loses everything, he makes the world pay This world runs on black gold, relies on gears meshing, and relies on lies to maintain stability. And he just wants to be remembered: I am not C-347, my name is Wu Jin. When the cannon muzzle of Gray Ridge Mountain is aimed at the granary, when the iron gate of Kunlun Pass locks the retreat, The man who climbed out of the slag finally became the fire that ignited everything.