No one knows that at the end of the system panel is an infinite stack of nano repair values. When the five mecha war gods joined forces to throw me into the electromagnetic storm of death, preparing to carve up the SSS-level cores dropped after my death, I smiled and detonated the nano-worm swarm that had been tempered for ten years in my body.
The next second, the SSS-class Annihilation Mecha fell from the sky, with a sea of liquid nanosilver flowing on the surface of the armor.
The all-warzone alarm sounded. I looked at the 999+ unread messages on the communication panel and gently dialed the encrypted channel of the Supreme Council: "I heard that you are looking for that SSS-level repairman who can repair living mechas?"
From then on, I used Captain Slaughter's knees as a toolbox and sat on top of the world-destroying fortress to bask in the sun.
What he has to face every day is the malfunction of the God of War's mating mecha, as well as the crazy pursuit throughout the war zone.
——And I am still waiting for the woman who killed me with her own hands to kneel down and beg me to repair her heart.
