A Trillion Tons of Strength, Building on Blue Star While Laying Low

I woke up one day with the strength of a trillion tons.

After successfully eating myself into bankruptcy, I decided to hand myself over to the country.

I thought I would become a walking strategic superweapon,

but the first task the country gave me was working on infrastructure.

Tossing a tunnel boring machine two thousand kilometers away to the Western Frontier was just a warm-up.

It took hurling a 200-ton rocket into space with my bare hands to pass my probation.

I dug through the Roof of the World and brought rain to the northwestern wastelands.

They called it the “Eye of God.”

I carved a thousand-mile canal in a single day, and satellite maps were updated overnight.

While other countries were still arguing over a single project for ten years,

I was building islands in the South China Sea with my bare hands and punching a super typhoon apart in the Pacific.

When personal might meets the will of a nation, everything changes:

my day job is completing these “impossible” projects.

And it all began when I tossed a 200-ton rocket into space.