Open your eyes; this is a mysterious new world.

Steam boilers are blazing, driving humongous steel cities through dark winds and fog-covered wilderness. Predation, fuel collection and treasure hunting…

This is a land full of mysteries where countless glorious civilisations’ remains and legends from ancient times are buried.

Mechanical civilisation, magic civilisation, martial arts civilisation, transcendental civilisation… Wasteland hunters explore the ancient ruins and unearth the inheritance and treasures left by various ancient civilisations that litter the lands. They mingle to create a wonderful and fantastic steampunk mechanical era.

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A dragon knight: “Isn’t that guy a surgeon? How come his power is even greater than mine!”

A grand priest: “I couldn’t save that man with my divine magic, but that guy actually saved him with a scalpel…”

A fanatical fiend follower: “Is he a follower of my lord and is his body immortal?”

Rayne: “It takes great effort to produce miracles… I am a surgeon of death as well as a tanky melee healer!”

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.

At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

The world is destroyed, the era is restarted, and the survival qualification called the lord is issued to everyone.

Territories, heroes, arms, treasures, resources, all the servers achieved by thousands of continents are open.

Qin Muye looked at his own panel like a cannon fodder, with a broken suffix, and he was rather weeping without tears.

There is no god-level talent, no hidden hints, and no anti-sky career.

“If that’s the case, then there is only one way to live.”

In the gloomy underground city, there are countless ancient ruins and treasures buried here.

Strange, aberrant, cursed thing…

Abyss, catacombs, ancient gods, mythological races…

Mechanic, curse seal planting, giant city black tower…

All kinds of strange alchemy, add a spoonful of steampunk, and two spoonfuls of mysterious and extraordinary, mixing up a colorful fantasy world.

Me, the puppet alchemist.

One person is the legion!

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance.

It was a weird club that sold strange items and with a servant girl that had 300 years of working experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club to exchange anything precious they own for what they want. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Every successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little.

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.”

As thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.