Everyone thought that Ye Cijing was just a mechanical repairman who picked up rubbish in the wasteland, and that he should have awakened his brain or powers, but he only turned on the useless skill of "mechanical repair".
Until the beast wave broke through the city, every scrapped engine and every rusty mecha he had touched was running on its own, shining scarlet light in the night sky.
The apocalyptic overlord looked at the base surrounded by mechanical frenzy, and his voice trembled: "Is this what you said... Harmless technician?"
