Mermaid O Picked up His Majesty in the Garbage Dump [Puishu]

The boss of the salted fish mecha master was attacked by the emperor Mora, a senior mechanic who has worked hard all his life, has just retired. Before he can enjoy his life, he transforms into an incomplete Omega mermaid. Everyone around him thinks Mora is useless. "A mermaid without mental power is completely disabled!" "Don't think that you can find a mate if you are good-looking. Omegas that cannot be marked are simply the laughingstock of the entire galaxy." "Your presence in this home is an insult to this noble family!" Maura was thrown into the garbage. The biggest dream of all the strange creatures in the garbage heap is to leave here and find a serious job outside. However, Maura said: It is impossible to work part-time, everyone here is talented, and they speak well, so I feel at ease. Hearing that miracles happened in the garbage dump, Mora spent two days picking up garbage and built a combat robot equipped with the latest ST weapon system. When he appeared in the robot fighting arena, his brother's eyes widened, "Impossible, how is he still alive?" Not only did Mora live well, Mora's robot survived to the end in the fighting arena and won all the prize money. After picking it up for another two months, Mora built a nuclear-powered mecha equipped with a two-person operating system. When it appeared on the mecha sales floor, his younger brother dismissed it, "It's embarrassing to bring out such scrap metal." Then, his broken metal smashed into his brother's top-level mecha. Two months later, Maura was picking up garbage as usual, but the parts she needed were stepped on by a pair of polished leather shoes. The other party's voice floated down contemptuously from above, "I heard that you can build mechas? Why don't you come and help me build them." Maura raised her hand and replied slowly: "I'm sorry, you're blocking my way of picking up trash." Three years later, the name of the captain of the Federation Mecha Team clearly read Mora. He is the best mecha designer in the empire. Mora originally thought that he would never be divided again in this life, but unexpectedly one day, a heat wave hit, and his body fell limp, and he was picked up in the arms of the most noble majesty of the empire. His Majesty sniffed the back of his neck and said in a hoarse voice, "I like your pheromones." ◎The author's column asks for support◎ Purpose: Only by knowing how to be grateful can you get help from others. Give someone a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand