A Perfect-Score Mecha, and You’re Telling Me the Author Became a Security Guard?

After transmigrating to a parallel world, Lin Xuan bound himself to the “Great Nation Military Industry System” and, from the start, built a seventh-generation fighter jet engine with his bare hands for his graduation project.

He thought he would be fast-tracked onto the national team, but who could have guessed this lousy System was a loan shark?

The System had fronted the cost of the materials. Even though Lin Xuan built a perfect project, he ended up owing the System 500,000 yuan. If he didn’t repay it on time, he’d be eliminated.

With no other choice, Lin Xuan dumped the jet engine in the lab, grabbed his things, and fled overnight. He took a job as a security guard in an upscale residential complex for 8,000 yuan a month.

His departure was all it took to drive the entire military into a frenzy.

“What did you say? A national treasure, a genius who built a seventh-generation engine, can’t afford the lab supplies?”

“He vanished without a trace? Someone took his place?”

“What do you mean a local academic mogul has a son with the same name who submitted the exact same project?”

With the National Security Bureau getting involved, military vehicles surrounded the entire city, and a sweeping crackdown began.

A military bigwig, eyes bloodshot, roared, “Bring him back alive, or bring me his body! Lock down the school later and root out that oligarch! Chamber every gun, and shoot anyone who dares to stop us!”

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan stood at the residential complex gate with a riot fork in hand. “Food deliveries aren’t allowed in. Those are the rules.”