Gou Zai Warhammer Rubs Gundam

Traveling through Warhammer 40K, you are a bricklayer in the hive city at the beginning, and you have to pay tax even for breathing? While others prayed to the Emperor, I silently recited "Long Live". While others praised the God of Machinery, I hid in the scrap pile and secretly dismantled parts. While my colleagues were still struggling to get an extra ration, I had already relied on the proficiency panel to move from "twisting screws with bare hands" to "rubbing reactors with hands." Until the Chaos Demon arrives, the Inquisitor despairs, and the Space Marines fall... The moment I rushed out of the ground with my Gundam, the whole world went silent. "Sir, times have changed." "Now, it's my turn to give these false gods... Physical salvation!"