You Asked Me to Make Props, So What’s This Space Elevator?

I'll just mention a little about the robotic arm at the beginning; I've only read a few chapters. I've designed and made many simulator steering wheels, and I've also made props, including the heavy bat costume from Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. I've also worked with many manufacturers, from 3D printing and laser cutting to CNC machining.

Lacking logic, common sense, and substance, it's just an empty claim that something was produced and everyone is shocked. Regardless of breakthroughs in materials science or addressing power system range issues, all people will say is, "It looks just like the real thing!" It's treated like a prop. Even after hacking with god-like skills, it still manages to create idiotic errors like pop-ups in the management interface. It's unwatchable without a bit of sarcasm.

You're practically rubbing the readers' brains in the dirt! 🤣

Brother, the earlier chapters were quite good, but suddenly chapter 70 jumps to the army, disabled veterans, and the White Elephant causing trouble—that's too big of a leap, and it feels a bit forced and sentimental.

Is this written for elementary school students? All I saw was a robotic arm. Although it's not my field of expertise, any STEM student would know that a robotic arm mainly consists of servo systems, structures, control, and energy. Writing along these lines would make the logic consistent. But what are you even writing about?

Compared to most mindless novels, this one is alright. Having read 370 chapters, there haven't been any forced, mindless power-up or face-slapping scenes. While the technological development is a bit fast, it's a novel after all, and everyone has a system; it would feel more jarring if a technology took years to develop.

So awkward it's unbelievable How could the author write something so shameful, it's just like the Kuomintang?

I tried my best not to use my brain, but the author's skill was just too great, and I had to give up.

I think its main appeal is the director's shock, the shock of foreigners, and the shock of its own people. Beyond that, there's not a single aspect of science fiction.

I was practically poisoned by chapter sixteen. They started by making a pair of robotic arms, saying they'd cost 5000 each and the copyright would belong to the protagonist. Then, after agreeing to the price, they suddenly said those two pairs were a "friendship price," and the rest would cost an extra 20,000 each. Fine, the production team gritted their teeth and agreed.