(This story has no System, no harem, and no romance, only men locked in bloody, tearful battles.)
Kneel before the holographic projection of the Three Pure Ones, and inherit the mechanical crane.
Pay homage to the mechanical, cobbled-together Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and claim the Cyber Sutra!
If a combat suit in the future were named the Poet Immortal, what kind of moves would it have?
What if it were named Joan of Arc, Lord Wu'an, Yue Wumu, Jormungandr, Izanami, Alexander, the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...
What kind of scene would it be if people battled in armor named after mythological and historical figures, or even the stars in the sky?
And what will the man called the greatest criminal the Earth Federation has seen in a thousand years do, now that he has appeared before the public again after ten years?
It's very beautiful. It's written vividly and vividly. It's so beautiful. I cried when I read it. It's touching. I love it so much.
The author is my roommate. His literary talent is astonishing. I didn't expect that we descendants of the Manchu people would have such a great writer. It's so honorable to give Nan Mu the spotlight.