rocket grunt

Due to his father's death, Lin Ju was forced to take over the family tractor factory. Facing the struggling tractor factory, Lin Ju said: "No worries, the system will step in!" "Since I can make tractors, it would be quite reasonable for me to switch production to rockets, right?" So, in the unremarkable tractor factory, a tall rocket rose. Then the whole world discovered that this tractor factory was becoming increasingly absurd: New energy vehicles, tanks, jet engines, passenger planes, fighter jets, aircraft carriers... People pointed at Lin's nose and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be making tractors?" Lin Ju innocently pointed at the Mars rover base: "It's tracked, can go on the ground, you tell me if that's not a tractor!"

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

Your calculations are supper fast. Your brain is as fast as computer. No it is as fast as rocket.

Zhang Wei spent his first life studying every war humanity ever fought. He woke at the bottom of a corpse pile with a spear through his stomach, inside the body of the weakest orc on a losing battlefield. His new name is Gruk. His rank is nothing. His new species considers war the meaning of life, charges the biggest gun on the field because anything that loud must be fun to destroy, and gets physically sick from peace. At first, Zhang Wei thought the orcs needed discipline. Then ten wounded warriors followed his plan into an impossible ambush, and walked out over the enemy's dead. That's when he understood. Orcs don't need to be tamed. They need a commander who can aim them. [Recognized Authority: 10] [Doctrine Unlocked: Follow the Biggest Fight] [Next Threshold: Lead one hundred warriors into a battle they should survive.] There is no cheat here. The Campaign Register grants nothing for free. Every warrior must choose his banner because it promises better enemies. Every weapon must be ripped from a corpse, understood, rebuilt bigger, and fired at the next fortress. Every title must be earned where all orcs can see it which is in blood, fire, and wreckage. Grunt --> Blade-Leader--> Raidchief --> Warchief --> Supreme Warchief. From one burning valley to a horde that darkens the stars. Humans will call him a monster. Elves will call him a catastrophe. Dwarves will call him the reason they build bigger guns. And something older than all of them is about to learn his name. There is no peace. There is only the next war.

Mura, the daughter of Casita based Politician, a snubber and arrogant girl is mostly lonley, she had a crush on a popular gangsters that called themselves ROCKET GANG. Fate brought them together, rocket gang mentioning five boys came to rent her father's second apartment just in thesame compound as her house, then the popular school singing group that called themselves RAVE LORDESS also came to live in her house too. she saw, she fought, she fell inlove, she battled, she won. JOIN ME IN THIS JOURNEY

Jacob, a cryogenics maintenance technician, finds himself way out of his depth during one thousand year journey to a new homeworld. He faces love, betrayal, fear and a horrifying conspiracy in a new world.

Defenders of the colonies, lawmen and arbitrators who settle disputes. These are the continuing stories of the officers who serve and protect the people. They are the Rocket Patrol!

Defenders of the colonies, these are the continuing stories of the officers who serve and protect the people. They are the Rocket Patrol!

Defenders of the colonies, lawmen and arbitrators who settle disputes. Their sole function is to serve and protect the people. They are the Rocket Patrol!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"