I Really Don't Know How to Pilot a Mecha

Li Huan was an emperor. After spending thirty years unifying the realm, he died of overwork and transmigrated to a world hundreds of years in the future. An uncle had told him that people in the future lived peaceful, happy lives, with plenty of food and clothing and equality for all. But he stood in a barren wasteland, with a gigantic spaceship and rockets ahead of him, twisted zombies and hideous mutant creatures behind him, and someone kicking him to the ground. A tall, long-legged man with sharp features had a cigarette in his mouth. His heavy boot pressed against Li Huan’s fair cheek as he sneered, “You little brat, where do you think you’re going?” Li Huan blinked slowly, then severed the man’s Achilles tendon. As the top-ranked mercenary in Earth’s Eastern District, Li Yao nearly became a cripple on the first day he had a wife. He looked at the pretty boy he had tied up like a crab and lifted his chin with the tip of his knife. “If you couldn’t pilot a mech, would I have traded three gold medals for you?” Li Huan looked confused. “Tell your husband, what kind of mechs can you pilot?” Li Yao tapped his fair, tender cheek with the knife. Without changing his expression, Li Huan said, “I can pilot them all.” Li Yao: “…” Then the only 3S mech left on Earth was sunk into the East China Sea. An emperor who specializes in dealing with anyone who won’t submit, as the gong × a cocky, arrogant, flashy, and untamable mercenary, as the shou Li Huan × Li Yao Blurb dated September 28, 2022 Coming soon: The Demon Lord Is Deep in Thought. Please add it to your favorites! Blurb: The Demon Lord had been troubled lately. He seemed to have gone mad from practicing his cultivation and kept falling into illusions. In the illusions, a handsome man was always seducing him. At first, the Demon Lord resisted; then he lost control; and finally, he thoroughly enjoyed himself. The two of them made love in all kinds of illusions, indulging in unrestrained passion as if they were married. The Demon Lord suspected the man was a powerful cultivator. To break through to the next level, he decided to find him in the real world. He successively set his sights on a certain immortal lord who was his sworn enemy, a certain venerable one who had been in seclusion for years, and a newly risen sword cultivator of unparalleled talent… He captured them one by one and dragged them to the Demon Palace for interrogation, turning the cultivation world upside down. His subordinate was baffled. “Who exactly are you looking for?” The Demon Lord pondered. “My frail and helpless husband.” Yan Shaojiu was the lowliest sweeper in the Demon Palace, with thoroughly mediocre talent. One day, by a stroke of fate, he obtained a manual for cultivating through illusions and began his own path as an illusion cultivator. The manual focused on dual cultivation, so he created a powerful Dao companion in his illusions, and the two of them lived very happily. But his magic was weak, and his Dao companion didn’t always listen. The man was domineering and forceful, always insisting on having his way. Yan Shaojiu loved him dearly, so he naturally gave in to him at every turn, coaxing and indulging him. Then one day, after doing such a good job sweeping that he was reassigned to the Demon Lord’s bedchamber to make the bed, he saw his domineering husband sweet-talking a group of incredibly handsome cultivators, smiling with gentle attentiveness. Yan Shaojiu went mad. A gloomy, twisted, and perverse sweeper, as the gong × a forceful and domineering Demon Lord who thinks he rules the world, as the shou Theme: Persevere, never give up, and be reborn from the ashes.