After transmigrating and being reborn, Lin Ming discovered that Chinese is a divine script and the key to cultivation in this world.

He stood there, like a god at the pinnacle of divine power, exuding an overwhelming affinity for all kinds of great principles, making it impossible to refuse him.

Someone asked, "Brother Lin Ming, how exactly do you comprehend this divine script?"

Lin Ming: "Sorry, I was born with this skill."

Some people sarcastically commented, "Can't you teach them?"

Lin Ming: "Can you teach instinct to others?"

Having survived the experimental explosion, I am no longer myself, and the world is no longer the home I remember. The wilderness is vast and boundless, yet it no longer belongs to humanity, and cities are nothing more than thirty-six enormous, hedonistic prisons.

Guns, armor, mechanical prosthetics, supernatural abilities, forbidden artifacts, mutated beings, variants, unknown life forms, forbidden lands...

Humanity's anthem is an anthem of courage; light has never truly faded. This is the legend of a "Homeless One."