Other people transmigrate and rise from being good-for-nothings. I, Lin Chen, transmigrated too, and I'm still a good-for-nothing.
At the Longyuan Training Camp, where everyone is an elite, my talents are scavenging, cooking instant noodles, and using the word “handsome” to explain away anything that makes no sense.
Then I found a mecha that could talk.
It said it was an ancient divine weapon, a national treasure, code-named Zhurong.
I said, “What a coincidence, my nickname is ‘Little Flame.’ Together, we're barely a cigarette lighter.”
Then the lighter... I mean, Zhurong, burst into flames.
Alien invasions, bloody battles at the border, the legacy of our forebears, the fate of our nation...
I just want to slack off, but they keep insisting I become a hero.
Fine, then.
I'll keep eating instant noodles, keep piloting the mecha, and keep beating up aliens!
