Shen Zhao just wanted to be an ordinary engineering student, forever buried under coursework.
His daily life was simple and unremarkable: washing cars and repairing undercarriages at an auto shop by day, staying up until he was sick over his graduation thesis on a secondhand computer at night, and keeping a couple of workbooks handy for self-defense against whatever bad luck might strike next.
Then, after a car accident, the strange wristwatch passed down through his family suddenly came back to life.
[Employee in mortal danger detected. Survival protocol activated.]
[Error: Nearby stations not responding. Headquarters support not responding...]
[Verification complete: This group went bankrupt two hundred years ago. You are currently its only active employee.]
From that day on, the whole world went completely off the rails:
An old television complained about electrical leaks, a scrapped security camera held a grudge, and even his battered little electric scooter grew a mouthful of fangs after being tempered with dragon blood, chasing him around every day for braised chicken legs.
Faced with ghouls lurking in the shadows, the Evil Fool Cult, and wanted criminals, Shen Zhao had originally hoped to reason with them. But the times kept forcing honest people to pull out the can opener on their power armor.
"I warned you. I'm just a mechanic."
Above the ruins, Shen Zhao straightened his goggles. Behind him, a storm of steel transformed into towering beasts, and the heavy cannon in his palm blazed to life.
"Now, everyone please lie flat in an orderly fashion and cooperate with this physical maintenance service."
