After transmigrating into an orphan on a garbage planet, I thought I’d have to keep my head down to survive. Instead, the entire galaxy is chasing after me to feed me.
Ling Zhao transmigrated. A twenty-six-year-old factory drone at a machinery plant, she died suddenly from working overtime. When she opened her eyes again, she was an eighteen-year-old orphan on a garbage planet in the interstellar age. A fifth-class citizen, with sixty-three credits to her name and a piece of metal embedded in her belly. Her admission letter was from the Federation’s Seventh Military Academy, as a special admit. In other words, a charity slot to make up the numbers.
She wanted to keep her head down. She really did. All she wanted was to hide in a corner, repair mechs, and quietly coast through life.
But then she repaired a G-017. In three minutes, it took down twelve others. The whole academy went wild.
After that, things started getting weird. The freshman class leader put a cutlet in her bowl. “You’re too skinny. Eat this!” A mad dog from a mining planet told her to her face, “From now on, I’ll protect you.” A young master from the First Military Academy sent her a whole box of limited-edition parts. Thinking they were supplies from the academy, she replied, “Please thank the school for me.”
A genius boy in a wheelchair wrote her an entire book of upgrade plans. A half-human, half-corrupted creature refused to leave her workshop. “Just let me stay here.”
People across the galaxy were lining up to dote on her. And she, Ling Zhao, was a terminally shy introvert, so naturally dense there was no hope for her. When she was repairing mechs, she couldn’t hear anyone calling her. When people fed her, all she could do was turn bright red and say, “Thank you.”
She thought everyone was just this nice to everyone. She thought it was a fine tradition at military academies.
Until one day, four men stood in front of her, lined up side by side.
“...What are you doing?” she asked.
They looked at her, but nobody said a word.
She thought it over. “The workshop needs someone on watch. Let’s make a schedule.”
