Wasteland Heroic Mechanic

In the shadow of Jinhai City, human life is much cheaper than armor parts Shen Chongan is just an inconspicuous maintenance technician in the beast cage. He touches the cold mobile armor every day and cleans the blood stains left by the driver. No one knew that every time a gladiator died tragically in the ring, Shen Chongan could hear the unwilling roar of their souls and collect the burning reverberations. In this apocalyptic world ruled by plutocrats and tyrants, mortals can only survive. But Shen Chongan discovered a forbidden path: He neither prays to God nor believes in fate. Through neural links, he stripped the top fighting instincts from the brain waves of the dead, stitched them, reshaped them, and armed the living "vessel" with them. He sacrificed his sanity in exchange for reinforcements from hell. When the pieced-together scrap metal mecha stood up in the dead ground, when the skills of countless dead people converged on the same pilot. He looked at the high-ranking big shot, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. "Since heaven will not accept these lunatics, then I will take them... To hell."