Mecha: Paying Off Love with Money

Use money to put an end to feelings, use war to put an end to love.

This story has a vast map, grand scenes, and a multitude of items. All of that means it will take a long time for me to tell the story in detail. The author is very hardworking.

A mortal's journey of cultivation in another world. Enter at your own risk, and feel free to point out any bugs.

Also, there will definitely be smut. The author already has a big pot simmering over low heat, but don't rush. It takes time for the flavors to sink in, and slow cooking brings out the best aroma.

He treated that person like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf, with the utmost care. He didn't dare touch, stroke, pinch, or hold him, and was always worrying about whether he was cold, hot, hurt, or in pain. He gave him everything he could: valuable, beautiful, precious, fashionable things.

In the end, that person shouted, "You mortals are not worthy of me!"

He really wanted to retort: "If God had given me wealth and good looks, I'd make it impossible for you to leave me, just as I can't leave you now."

After arriving in another world, he got fired up and began making money from every angle, with the goal of turning himself into a little golden man, a little shining man, a little dazzling man. His ultimate goal was to make everyone see his glittering aura of wealth, even those who couldn't see him.

Cooking, alchemy, weapons, mechs: none of them can stump me when it comes to reaching my goal. If I don't have the materials, I've got a cheat. My massive golden finger is worth five of the old one.

When that man drew near him, saying, "If you love someone, you should spoil him. Spoil him until his wings are broken, so he can never leave your side or fly away again."

He said, looking rather smug, "I just like your body, your looks, and, well, you know, the way you make me blush. Anyway, only a fool would love you." But according to the neighbors, that night his house rang with ghostly screams until dawn.

P.S. To keep the names straight, I've borrowed some from the games Eternal and Tianlong. (I've played both for three years, so fellow fans are welcome to chat.)

(The prologue may be clichéd, but aside from the genders and names, it's basically a true story from the author's own life. You could say I'm using this chance to pay tribute to the foolish person I once was.)

Story tags: danmei, slow burn, 1v1, bottom protagonist