In the year 3030 of the star calendar, in the wasteland, Her Royal Highness stepped on my maintenance fee into the mud, "How can a trash repairer be worthy of touching my S-class mecha?" - The next second, the fighter plane disintegrated, and when she knelt down and begged me to take action, all the mecha masters in the wasteland were laughing. But no one knows that I carry the lost S-class mecha design of the entire Star Alliance in my pocket, and the screwdriver in my hand can trigger the end of the world. When a swarm of millions of insects engulfed the base, and the people who stepped on me in the past knelt down and begged for help, I had repaired the empire's legendary "Death Scythe" that had been buried for hundreds of years - the whole network was shocked: That trash can actually repair the undead mech with his bare hands! The legion begged me to come out, and the nobles knelt down to beg for their votes, but I kicked the kneeling marshal in front of the entire network: [Sorry, I can only repair the mecha that is worthy of me.
