Cyber ​​Cultivator: I Chew the Mecha Like a Brittle Bone

"Lu Xiao, that's the Lin family's superconducting flying sword worth 300 million. Did you... Eat it?" "Crack." Lu Xiao swallowed the last mouthful of alloy and patted his belly, "The taste is just average. I'll try strawberry flavor next time." The Demon God of the Upper World, Lu Xiao, traveled across the wasteland with his soul and discovered that the practitioners in this world did not practice Qi, but instead practiced "Cyber Core". Top mecha? That's the crunchy chicken flavor. Star Reactor? That's fizzy, ice-cold Coke. A mechanical beast raised by a chaebol? That's prepared food that will wag its tail. While others were beating their heads to pieces over a star stone, Lu Xiao squatted in their warehouse and worried: If you eat too much of this stuff, you will easily get acid reflux, so you need some nano-armor to relieve it. Don't talk to me about the glory of technological civilization. In front of the devil's appetite, the entire starry sky is just a plate of barbecue sprinkled with cumin.