"If this world only allows geniuses to pilot mechas, then I will use a pile of scrap metal to tear open this sky."
In the ninth district of Dongyun, there is no sunshine all year round. This is a graveyard of scrap metal and a prison for the poor.
Zhang Mo, an orphan who repairs cars, only has thirty-five coins left in his pocket. He just wants to pass the college entrance examination and earn a solid job. Until he gave his only breakfast to a homeless girl, he accidentally got into trouble with the "Tianshu Project" that could devour the world.
The exoskeleton army regards human life as nothing, and the noble mecha laughs at the lower class like ants.
Everyone said: Accept your fate, you are just a repairman.
Zhang Mo said nothing. He wiped off the greasy dirt on his hands, looked at the red lines connecting life and death of all things in his field of vision, picked up a rusty iron bar, and grinned:
"You say this is scrap metal? Then I will use this pile of scrap metal to build a magical machine that can protect my family."
This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a group of people abandoned by the world, supporting each other in the mud and trying to light a lamp.
An intelligence dealer who is greedy for money but values justice, a timid tech geek who dares to hack into the system, an amnesiac girl who wants to remember the taste of meat buns...
When the shackles of rules are cut into the flesh and blood, someone has to stand up.
Even if you are covered in patches, even if you are the enemy of the whole world.
"My name is Zhang Mo, from District 9."
"My mecha is broken, but it can win."
"As long as I'm still standing, no one can cross this line and touch my people."
In the wasteland, the spirit of the machine is still alive. Let's see how wild fire can start a prairie fire.
