Armor Hero: The Dark Emperor

The sour smell of instant noodle broth mingled with the scorched odor of a machine’s heat sink, defining the atmosphere of this rental room, barely ten square meters in size.

I jolted awake among scattered circuit boards and draft papers covered in densely packed formulas. The back of my neck was stiff and aching from sleeping hunched over for too long. Before me sat a secondhand server I’d assembled myself, humming away. Its screen was still lit, displaying an energy simulation program that had only run halfway.

“The internet on Earth… can be converted into tangible energy… They don’t understand… none of them understand!”

A rush of unwillingness, resentment, and obsession welled up uncontrollably. It was the lingering fixation of the original owner, Ba Dou. I, a soul from another world, was now occupying the body of a tragic figure from the first season of Armor Hero, a man whose talent went unrecognized and who was ultimately exploited by the Shadow Realm, becoming a vessel for Lufa’s resurrection.

I had neither a fortune nor people fawning over me. All I had was this shabby, cluttered rental room, with half a month’s rent overdue, and a theory that everyone regarded as “crazy.”

I knew I didn’t have much time. According to the plot, the Shadow Realm would soon discover me and my theory. Chou Jiang would come knocking, tempting me with money and “recognition” and dragging me into an abyss from which there was no return.

Was I doomed to repeat that predetermined tragedy? To be used as a tool by the Shadow Realm, just like the original owner, and then treated as a disposable vessel by Lufa?

Despair and resentment, sharp as icy venomous snakes, gnawed at my heart. I hated how powerless this body was. I hated being trapped in such a miserable situation despite knowing what was coming!

“Power… I need power! Even if it’s the power of darkness”