A hundred-meter square stele plummeted from beyond the skies, triggering a nuclear blast upon impact. Major cities worldwide were turned to scorched earth overnight, and the old order was abolished on the spot. Nuclear radiation meant a death sentence; all of humanity skirted around the quarantine zones, except for Lu Chen. Ever since the night he was expelled as a top-tier special operations ace and defied orders to rescue thirty thousand civilians, he never intended to play by anyone's rules again. Stele core? That's his stocking warehouse. Devouring steles to evolve, forging divine weapons, a single man subduing an entire army. After decoding the deep space signal, there were only two words: Feeding. Extraterrestrial civilizations are nurturing something on Earth, and Lu Chen might just be the bait they targeted. Between apocalyptic disasters and a private armory, there is only a single phrase from him: Delivery received.