From the start, I was thrown into a furnace burning at ten thousand degrees. At death's door, I awakened the God-Tier Mechanic System!
From then on, the scrap metal everyone else dismissed became god-tier material in my eyes!
A decommissioned civilian mech? I'll rebuild it into the "Phantom Reaper," a god-slaying machine!
An obsolete transport ship engine? I'll slap it onto a fighter and overturn the entire theory of mobility!
The whole universe laughed at me for scavenging junk, until my "junk army" conquered the sea of stars. Only then did everyone realize in terror that the so-called "junk collector" was the true God of Mechanics!
