Iron Burial Star is a forgotten garbage star.
Gray sky, mountains of scrap iron, and iron corpse lizards crawling among the rusted starship skeletons.
No one lives here except Su Jian.
Su Jian doesn't know who her parents are.
Her literacy textbook was a data pad from an old-era soldier—a built-in phonetic teaching program taught her to read word for word over three years.
Her survival textbooks are a machinist's maintenance manual, an old wrench, and the meat of a lizard.
Her only "neighbors" are the remains of psychic machines buried deep in the waste layer, which have been dead for a thousand years.
But Su Jian can hear them.
Hitting a piece of armor plate, a pilot's last words came to mind.
If you stay for a long time in the place where the iron breath - the metallic resonance of the entire planet at dusk - is the strongest, you will dream of the battlefield a thousand years ago: spiritual weapons falling from the sky, like a meteor shower made of iron.
She always thought she was just dismantling scrap metal, replacing parts, and repairing things. Until one day, her hand touched a piece of metal deep in the scrap pile that shouldn't be hot.
That was Shu Yue, the last spiritual machine cultivated in the old era, and it was sleeping.
It has been waiting for a thousand years, waiting for her.
Outside the Iron Burial Star, someone has noticed something "breathing" on the planet that should not be moving.
Intention: Slowly upgrade the road