[Apocalypse + Armor + Older Love Interest + No System + Physical Evolution + Living Off a Woman While Holding Your Own]
The God-Eater Virus arrives, and civilization collapses.
Mecha mechanic Chen Mo is trapped in his employer's penthouse apartment, surrounded by a group of Valkyries of the apocalypse.
My mecha is wrecked, but my stomach has become a new furnace. I can devour anything and make it my own.
When the aloof female CEO runs out of energy, drops her cold disguise in front of me, and whispers with a blush,
“Chen Mo... help me... I need your strength...”
When the dashing female bodyguard, covered in blood, leans weakly against my chest, her voice trembling,
“Help me one more time and I'll be able to keep fighting!”
That's when I understand: in this apocalypse...
I'm not here to repair mechas. I'm the only key that can activate their armor!
