We agreed to become a mechanic by scavenging wasteland, but why did we rub the mecha with our hands and dismantle the god?
Lin Che, a low-level mechanic at the abandoned mine in Xihuang, had only a rusty carving knife and his father's chopped bones.
No spiritual essence? Use fierce oil explosion to drive the hydraulic pump!
Not angry? Use a 20,000-turn bone drill to disassemble the mecha joints!
No divine armor? Then take out the old ghost from the divine armor and build your own machine with the bones of the gods!
When all the people of Kyushu are still kneeling down to worship the God of Steel——
With his hands full of black engine oil, starting from the rusty gears at the bottom, he wanted to dismantle this three-thousand-year-old meat grinder into scrap metal piece by piece.
