Fall into the abyss and be discarded as scrap. The bastards in Vault 073 thought that the scavenger Qi Yuan would rot in the dark red evil spirit and turn into the feces of the aberrant beast. But they forgot one thing: the garbage in the wasteland will ferment.
At the bottom of the abyss, the first generation nano mother core merged with my blood. Eighty percent of the mechanical ascension resulted in not just survival, but a steel fortress capable of crushing all bullshit rules. There is no fancy magic, no bloody reincarnation of cause and effect. My tracks are driven by 75 million cylinders in the sandbox universe; my exhaust pipe spits out high-dimensional black smoke that can kill gods. From this moment on, the wasteland is no longer the end. It's my back garden. The Creator's Laboratory? Crush. Collections court for corporate alliances? Smashed. Zero's hourglass? Welded to death. The game node of the Fourth Disaster? All changed into heavy industry assembly lines. Someone asked me, why are you so crazy? Because every rust on my body is tempered with the ashes of gods; every drop of oil in my fuel tank is squeezed from the brains of false gods. I will set the rules of this multiverse.
The way of heaven, the laws, and the fourth wall are all fucking paper in front of my chaotic tar-burning steamroller.
When the tracks ran over the keyboard, when the black smoke blinded the screen, and when I picked up the carbon-based waste that was hiding behind the computer and typing, he finally understood——
Once the internal combustion engine of the Heavy Industry Empire is ignited, there is no possibility of it shutting down.
Wherever the tracks pass, there are the only laws of physics.
As for you? Obediently tighten the screws for me.
