Faceless Land

In an isolated island galaxy at the edge of the universe, a lie that has lasted for hundreds of years is imprisoned under a dim energy shield. Above the dome is Central City, which claims to be a god. The powerful have implanted bio-metal into their spines, excluding all emotions and desires, in exchange for eternal life and the extremely cold rule of absolute rationality; Under the dome is a huge ruin called Dunshuk City. Countless people at the bottom are rotting like gears in the poisonous gas and mire. Here, even tears and sorrow are defined by the law as a genetic terminal disease that must be destroyed. When she was twelve years old, Zhijin smelled the cannibalistic smell of steel for the first time while holding the ashes swept out by her adoptive parents from the "purification warehouse". In order to keep the girl who weaved the white rope for him in the acid rain alive, he had no choice but to go to the abyss. He sacrificed himself to the devil entrenched in the wasteland, nailing a cold first-generation metal spine into his flesh and blood. He thought it was just a bloody war climbing upwards. He crossed the ranks by stepping on dead bones, fought through the night, and finally stood in the shadow of the false god's throne, becoming the coldest butcher's knife on this huge machine. But he didn't guess at the cost. The domineering and absolute computing power in his spine was like a slow avalanche, quietly burying his humanity. He gradually lost his sense of pain and compassion, and eventually even "love" was reduced to a string of precise and dead data. The soul is drying up inside this imperial dog. In countless dead late nights, he had to stand in front of the mirror, relying on his calculation power to precisely manipulate his facial nerves, practicing how to smile in vain toward a void reflection. He counts