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The Undying Mecha Emperor

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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. Btw, come join my discord server :) https://discord.gg/MN4xNRARzF

mrant12 · Fantasy
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It is difficult to truly explain the atmosphere in that ancient battlefield.

The base starting emotion was one of somber solemness brought about by the hugeness of the battlefield and its absolute state of misery.

The fact that thousands of real men and women, heroes all of them, actually died right there all those years ago made it all the more solemn.

The ground once feasted upon the rivers of blood that flowed out of their dead bodies, and depending on whether you believe in ghosts or not, the air was still thick with their wandering spirits.

As soon as the ambush was sprung, the atmosphere had taken a more thrilling and dangerous edge, but it was like a hot campfire trying to burn a hole on the thickest, most fire resistant blanket you had ever seen.

The participants of the battles were screaming, shouting and executing thrilling moves, but they did not bring any life back to the deadness and the stillness of the battlefield.