mrant12

The Strongest Magic meets the Mightiest Mecha.

I have stolen Golden Mechas from the deepest vaults of the most tightly guarded fortresses in the world. 

I have personally destroyed more armies than the top three superpowers have in the span of the Absolute War - combined. 

I burned down the terrorist megacity of Habon.

I was expelled from the Union of Heroes at a younger age than people are allowed in. 

I have talked to Ancient Gods, loved women, and devoured mechas that would make superpowers cringe in fear.

I have faced demons head on in moonless nights others fear to speak of during the day.

I am deified in a thousand cultures, and labelled as the devil incarnate in the rest.

I am the Mecha Emperor. 



You may have heard of me.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

This is where it all began.

A junkyard.

Oh no, this isn't your clean, mechas-only junkyard that was the 'starting point' of many mecha geniuses out there.

I have seen and heard my share of rags-to-riches stories, and many of them claimed that they had started from 'junkyards' and slowly grew to be where they were right now. 

From Zero to Hero, they declared. 
You can do it too, they said. 
As long as you work hard, everything is possible, they claimed.

I call bullshit.

Life doesn't work like that.

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Hi guys, thanks for dropping by. This novel is participating in WSA 2022. I will do my very best to write a highly entertaining and deeply immersive story for all of you to enjoy. Please support me! Thank you very much :)

FAQs

1. Harem? No.
2. Rape? No.
3. NTR? No.
4. School arc? Yes.
5. Power up speed? Exhilarating.
6. GOT style deaths? Hell no.

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The Undying Mecha Emperor

I descended into the depths of the Mecha Colosseum expecting silence, shadows, and dust.

What I found instead was awe-inspiring and catastrophic—a hidden sanctum of sleeping gods. The chamber wasn't a vault. It was a cathedral of forgotten power, housing titanic mechas that radiated presence even while dormant.

Diamondsteel coffins floated in suspension, each containing a relic of destruction so potent that even breathing in their presence made the Terraraptor's core whimper. And yet I kept walking, deeper still.

Arabella's voice whispered low, tight with concern, "Justin… this isn't a vault. It's a trap."

The air was thick. Watching. Sentient. Maziz Kazire, unusually tense, added, "These are not ordinary weapons. They are sovereign-class. Be on guard."

I turned my eyes to the first mecha, a smooth, humanoid colossus of pale ivory and geometric symmetry.

Little King