When the Empire's top Temple Academy was still using runes and magic power to measure genius, a maintenance man full of mobile phone oil walked in carrying a screwdriver.
Silence, an orphan, was born in the black market repairing electrical appliances. Because he repaired a thousand-year-old magic device, he was specially recruited by the vice-dean. On the first day of school, the student union president asked him to kneel down and wipe the floor; on the second day, the actual combat instructor called him a waste in public; on the third day, someone put a knife on his bed.
He didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, and didn't drop out of school.
He dismantled the knife and assembled the parts into a key, which opened the secret door of the vice dean's office. Behind the secret door is an ancient magic mecha that no one has been able to activate for three hundred years. He patted the outer shell and heard the first sound of the gears turning.
——He has dismantled refrigerators, washing machines, and scrapped magic stoves. He doesn't understand magic, but he understands machines. And the secret of this academy is just a bigger, more sophisticated old machine that hides three hundred years of lies.
