A Primitive Man in the Mecha Era

Gather all the strange fragments, and you can open the dwelling of the gods and obtain anything your heart desires...

Bullshit!

Ying Mo couldn't help wanting to light a joss stick for his former self. That devout prayer to Heaven turned his life upside down, taking him from an unevidenced primitive society to a future filled with mechs, and from a blank, clueless fool to a highly skilled mech pilot. The words "blood and tears" didn't even begin to describe it.

And what about the handsome man standing beside him?

That doesn't matter. In a legendary life like his, love is just decoration. It is absolutely, absolutely not important.

Hey, you all heard wrong just now. He said it was absolutely not important! Love is everything, and everything else is just decoration...

Ying Mo, carried into the house in someone's arms, decided he needed to work on his fitness. Heaven knows, he's the one who came from the primitive age. Why does that guy get to push him around all the time...

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