Thousands of tanks thunder down the roads. Hundreds of armed helicopters roar overhead like the God of Thunder, while the synchronized footsteps of a hundred thousand soldiers armed to the teeth make the earth tremble.
Lin An is protected at the very center, surrounded by a crowd of beautiful female agents whose faces are tense with anxiety.
"I'm really not an alien. I was born and raised on Earth! What? This isn't Earth? So I really am an alien?"
Lin An is at a loss. He really isn't an alien.
Even though he casually built hundreds of stars, thousands of Wanderer mechs, tens of thousands of Iron Man suits, hundreds of thousands of Gundams, millions of Captain Americas, and tens of millions of Winter Soldiers.
"I'm really not an alien. You have to believe me!"
All of humanity: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything God Lin says is right. You're not an alien, you're a god! Is that good enough, God Lin? Could you put down the golden cudgel in your hand now?"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
100,000 Is a bit too little and 10 dimensions are just right.