Min Xing was the pioneer of the Empire’s mecha industry. Born on the desolate planet of Huangxing, she was revered as a god by the people of the interstellar worlds, yet she died in a battle against an unknown group of space pirates, nine hundred thousand light-years from the Empire.
After her death, her body vanished without a trace, and no one in the Empire searched for it.
The whole nation mourned, yet no one doubted the fall of a god of mecha.
After all, the official announcement had come from the Empire’s grief-stricken Marshal, Wen Nier, Min Xing’s betrothed by imperial decree.
*
Min Xing jolted awake from her dream, gasping for breath. Only then did she realize she had been reborn in the body of a hungry ten-year-old child, with another hungry insectoid beside her, ready to attack.
The moment before, she had been trapped inside the cold mecha she had built with her own hands, suffocating to death in space.
The triumphant faces of those people, and the tampering with her mecha that she’d discovered only before she died...
Min Xing picked up a piece of scrap metal from the ground and looked at the insectoid, her eyes cold.
Back from the start, with nothing but a pile of junk.
How wonderful.
It was practically tailor-made for her talents.
Don’t forget, she had been born on a planet even more lawless than this one.
Eight years later, the Empire’s leaders and Marshal all received a letter from an anonymous student called “God,” who was about to graduate from the Empire’s top military academy. The letter’s brazen, eerily familiar tone made them all go cold in an instant:
To the utterly foolish aristocrats:
My dear little ones, long time no see. Your big sister has a very good memory for grudges.
To put it plainly:
[You idiots, wait for me to come reclaim the territory you’ve occupied for so long.]
*
After all, she was the one who had built this Empire up in the first place.
Theme: Starting over with nothing, she can still turn the tables against all odds.
