Other people’s Systems give them divine gear, powerful techniques, and invincible cheat codes.
My System gives me countdowns, blueprints, and a line that says, “If you can do it, then you do it.”
Other people’s mechs have nuclear fusion reactors, dark matter engines, and particle cannons firing in unison.
My mech has a Haier washing machine motor, a Gree air conditioner compressor, and a Supor pressure cooker for a shield.
Other people’s ultimate goal: conquer the universe and surround themselves with wives and concubines.
My ultimate goal: cobble together a piece of junk that can throw one punch, eight minutes before the nuclear blast.
Oh, right. I forgot to mention something.
This System was sent to the present me by the me who lived before the heat death of the universe.
And I’m going to use this pile of junk to defeat the universe itself.
