Weird? I'm Not a Monster

Mortals cultivate pain, powerful men cultivate others I don't know where I came from or where I should go. This is the "Rust Iron City", and there are only two ways for people to die here. In this city, they were corroded by acid rain, torn apart by mechanical beasts, and died in the garbage. In this city, as a battery, he died under the "pastoral law" of the city lord. Human life is like an ant. Under the Era, someone saw a madman stepping onto the stairs and breaking the cage. He whispered softly to all living beings-- "He's been here"