When Chen Mo, a modern mechanical doctor, touched the bronze tripod in the museum, he opened his eyes to the ancient times when famine was raging.
The little finger of his left hand began to become transparent, and his father's last words echoed in his ears: "Technology without warmth is not worthy of being called craftsmanship." In the broken kiln, he used bamboo fiber to improve the bearings, so that the dry land could gush out clear springs; in front of the Dragon King Temple, he faced the crisis of Thousand Machine Locks, just to find a way for three hundred strong men to survive.
The Caoyun Gang regarded him as a thorn in their side, and the managers of Guancheng City called him "the remnant of the Mo clan", but the people picked up his scattered technical sparks in the ruins and called him the "God of Craftsman".
He laughed and tore the statue into pieces: "I'm not a god, I'm just a craftsman who wants the gears to learn to cry."
When the Jiuding shook and time and space intertwined, Chen Mo stood at the crossroads of civilization: Should he conquer the world with technology, or let the world straighten up because of technology?
Technology should be used by the weak - this is not only his oath, but also his heartbeat across thousands of years.
