In the ruins after the world's collapse, civilization was reborn. Skyscrapers sprouted anew along a perilous cliff's edge. The Chosen flourished in the shadows—extraordinary individuals wielding immense power, cloaked in mystique and reverence. Selected by destiny, they were deemed one among tens of thousands. Yet Ji Jue dismisses such fate. His sole desire: to look beyond destiny itself. '...' The chronicler ceased writing, studying the grease-stained mechanic across from him. 'So this is why you've smuggled forbidden weapons, funded subversive organizations, incited polar warfare, and orchestrated your secret plan to dominate the world?' Ji Jue's response was cold and cutting: 'None of your damn business. I'm just a mechanic.'