Hello, Universe? Anyone there? I’m buying scrap!
Lin Dang scrapped a noble’s testing mech and walked away with a debt of ten billion pots! Pots? That’s right, the hard currency you can use to stew interstellar ribs!
On the brink of being stewed himself, he awakened an absurdly powerful talent: [Mech Empathy]. He could hear the final wishes of junk mechs! A toaster wants to go clubbing? Consider it done! He also discovered a universal truth: combat power = degree of rust × age² × obsession! The more busted, the stronger? Now this is right up his alley!
And so the universe’s poorest (and smelliest) mech squad made its debut:
Their everyday life:
Military academy training? Rustproofing with bug poop, incredibly effective (and the smell is even more incredible)!
A bug revolution? Knit the queen bee mech a lace electromagnetic cape and max out her affection!
A parliamentary showdown? A parliamentarian: “Ladies and gentlemen, resistance is fut, ugh... this is delicious!” (Meme status guaranteed)
Ultimate weapon? A paper airplane folded from a ten-billion-debt IOU! The noble flagship: I’m falling apart...
The universe’s top headlines:
“Shocking! A Slacker Shot just caused an SSS-rank meltdown!” “Hello Kitty-painted mechs infiltrate enemy lines, leaving the enemy’s System laughing so hard it crashes” “Mech barbecue party at the edge of a black hole, noble flagship begs for the cumin version”
This is a universe-spanning (idiotic) revolution sparked by:
· Luosifen engines · Square-dancing music · Noble blood pressure · And ten billion pots
Our slogan: Scrap lasts forever, and one pot gets passed down forever! Heirs to the pots (and civilization), move out!
