The Mermaid O Picked Up the Emperor in a Garbage Dump [Book Transmigration]

Lazy mecha designer shou x emperor gong

Mo La, a senior mechanic who had worked hard all his life, had just retired. Before he could enjoy life, he transmigrated into the body of an incompletely differentiated Omega mermaid. Everyone around him thought he was completely useless.

“A mermaid without mental power is completely disabled!”

“Don't think you can find a mate just because you look decent. An Omega who can't mark anyone is a laughingstock across the whole galaxy.”

“Your very presence in this family is an insult to our noble house!”

Mo La was thrown onto a trash heap.

For all the strange creatures living there, the greatest dream was to get out and find a proper job.

Mo La, however, declared, “I'm not going to work for a living. Everyone here is talented and so nice to talk to. I'm going to lie flat.”

They say miracles happen in trash heaps. After two days of scavenging, Mo La built a combat robot equipped with the latest ST weapons system. When it appeared in the robot arena, his older brother's eyes widened. “Impossible. How is he still alive?”

Not only was Mo La doing just fine, his robot also survived to the end of the competition and won all the prize money.

After two more months of scavenging, Mo La built a nuclear-powered mecha with a dual-pilot system. When he brought it to a mecha showroom, his younger brother scoffed. “You'd bring this piece of junk here and embarrass yourself?”

Then his piece of junk smashed his younger brother's top-of-the-line mecha to bits.

Two months later, Mo La was scavenging as usual when a pair of polished leather shoes stepped on the parts he needed.

A disdainful voice drifted down from above. “I hear you can build mechas. Why not come build one for me?”

Mo La looked up and replied slowly, “Sorry, you're in the way of my scavenging.”

Three years later, the name Mo La was prominently listed as captain of the Federation's mecha team.

He was the Empire's finest mecha designer.

Mo La had thought he would never differentiate again in this lifetime. But one day, a wave of heat washed over him, and his body went limp. The Empire's most noble Emperor caught him in his arms.

The Emperor inhaled the scent at the back of his neck and said in a husky voice, “I like your pheromones.”

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