Taking Office in Gray City

The spliced ​​body, the broken consciousness. Special machine, endless magic power. Looking at the Titan in front of him, Li Jingxing fell into melancholy. The Titan he had sewn with his own hands had been lying in the warehouse for ten years. Is it surprising that there is no one in this world who can fight? Thinking of this, Li Jingxing looked at the stars in the sky. You have been shining in the sky for too long, it is time to feel the complexity of the ground. (There is a deep wound in this world, I just stitched it up stitch by stitch.)