Devouring Mortals

When you open "The Devouring Mortal", what comes to your face is not the cold iron dust of the mecha, but a wisp of sparks from the breath of a mortal. Chu Longyuan held the broken core in his hand and stepped slowly out of the scrapyard. Behind his back was the stubbornness of a mortal looking up to the stars. The author uses poetic brushstrokes to wonderfully blend the giant steel body with the exhaled breath - the mecha is no longer a heartless iron shell, which gradually generates warmth as the true energy flows; Qigong is not just a myth, it is condensed into touchable light through the mechanical structure. The six star realms are like six volumes of long poems, the dusty cowardice, the sharpness of thousands of machines, the gloom of the netherworld... Each realm is a projection of the state of mind, and every swallow is an interrogation and echo of "Why am I fighting?" The most touching thing lies in the "mortal background" that has never been extinguished. Even if he could swallow the stars, the protagonist would still frown at separation and mourn for sacrifice. When the end came, he chose to bear the weight of creation as a mortal - that was not to become a god, but to temper the softest persistence in human nature into the toughest law in the universe. This is not only a story about upgrading and breaking boundaries, but also a starry sky narrative poem written for all ordinary souls: even if you are as small as a dust particle, your heart can also hide in the sea of ​​stars; even if the road is lonely, your footsteps will eventually become a river of stars.