Dusty Desert

My name is Lu Zhe, a heavy mechanical engineer. I fell asleep at my desk at two o'clock in the morning. When I opened my eyes again, yellow sand filled the sky and filled my mouth and nose. I fell into a ridiculous savage dynasty. Daxia promulgated the "Prohibition of Work Order", which regarded all exquisite machines as evil things against nature, and those who were good at making them would be killed. In this vast land where ingenuity is forbidden, I am the only outlier who understands industrial logic. The vassal king guarding the desert took me in and asked me to be the personal trainer of his crown prince Ling Shuo. I don't teach sages and rituals, I only teach mechanics, structure and speculation, and teach him how to dismantle the destiny that the world firmly believes in. The young man's eyes were gilded with spiritual sand, and he was regarded as the chosen emperor by the sect's prophecy. Only I could expose it: the prediction was never an oracle, but just the forcible stimulation of the nerves by the spiritual sand. He called me teacher, and relied on the principles I taught him to rise step by step, eventually becoming a ruthless and murderous desert emperor. There was another person in the dream. She is exactly like Bai Yueguang, whom I have regretted for four years in reality. As a cold-blooded craftsman from the enemy faction, she drew her sword at first sight and chased me for thousands of miles. In the entanglement of love and hate, I showed mercy every time, and she was willing to abandon everything for me. I was awake the whole time - it was one big dream. The boy is my obsession, the giant beast is a shadow, and she is my unspoken regret. When I woke up and returned to my seat, the office was cold and silent. The grains of sand left in the palm are rough and tender for a moment. Reason is always powerless, and steel is no match for yellow sand.