Are the Ten Thousand Clans Being Raised Like Livestock? I Create a Universe in My Palm

After waking up, Lu Heng found himself the lowest of the low: a human miner in a wasteland star sector.

Above him stood the gods of countless races, lofty and untouchable. Around him were his fellow humans, never knowing if they would survive another day.

A hellish start? What’s there to panic about! Lu Heng looked at the “miniature mechanical universe” in the palm of his right hand, and the corners of his mouth curled into a wild grin.

“Ding! One ton of scrap ore invested. Output: [T-1 Exoskeleton Armor]!”

“Ding! One dragon corpse invested. Output: [Bio-Engine: Fusion Reactor]!”

While alien overseers were still lashing humans with whips, Lu Heng had already secretly fitted his fellow humans with mechanical prosthetics.

While the prodigies of the myriad races were still honing their flying swords, Lu Heng had already unlocked “plasma lightsabers” and “space-based kinetic weapons.”

Then one day, an alien army descended on the wasteland, ready to wipe it out.

From beneath the wasteland, a “Mechanical Heavenly Court” forged from billions of tons of steel rose into the sky!

A million heavily armored mechs soared upward, while the cannons of a hundred thousand star destroyers trained on their foes.

The alien God King wet himself on the spot. “You said this was wasteland survival, so why the hell are you pursuing mechanical ascension?!”