Space-Time Disease: Yao

In an evolutionary era where the brain determines everything and armors divide hierarchies, a ruin survivor put on a ring that did not belong to any known system. There was no shadow of the beast in his transformation, only a starry sky that was dying. Lin Ping had been picking up rubbish in the ruins for ten years, and the colonial uniform he wore had been pieced together three times. Half of his nano-units had fallen off, and he had to rely on terrain to hunt the lowest-level Abyssal beasts. Wherever the city defense army's symbiosis armor stood, the pressure made him unable to kneel down. Until the C-level abyssal beast tore his clothes apart, and the black bronze ring that had been worn for ten years and had never been abnormal shined. There is no belt, no buttons, the purple-gold energy seeps out from under the skin and condenses simultaneously with the physical body. With one punch, the abyssal beast flew out and crashed through three walls. After the war, he couldn't even breathe. A voice sounded in my mind: "My name is Yao. I don't remember the rest." He thought it was a gift from God. Later I learned that all evolution is a disease. And he is the only key to the diseased node.