The Iron Throne: Doomsday Year 117

When Lu Mingyan woke up, he traveled to the end of the world that had lasted for one hundred and seventeen years. Traveling with him was the most powerful combat auxiliary chip "Pangu" in the 23rd century. This is his golden finger in this world and the only "person" he knows in this life. The orcs grew on the ruins, while the humans huddled behind the last few city walls, like a group of trapped beasts waiting to die. They call him a monster because he kills orcs without mercy. They said he was a hero because he single-handedly prevented the fall of a city. The Federation put a chain on him and called him "Weapon." The rebels held him up on the altar and called him "Hope." And he just sat on the broken wall, cleaning the knife, and said to the cold voice in his head: "Pangu, can you figure out which of them will fall out first?" A line of words slowly popped up on the screen: "Winning rate: 47.3%" "The optimal solution: kill through the throne of the beast clan" "Host, are you afraid?" He sheathed the knife, stood up, and smiled. "Afraid. But sitting here is still sitting. Let's go." In the winter many years after the end, Lu Ming walked toward the hinterland of the Orcs alone. Behind him is a city that is about to collapse, and above his head is a sky that has sunk for a hundred years.