Metal Skin Panic Madox

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

When Lang Mac just crossed over, he thought he had taken the script of a salted fish lying still. Just as she was about to lie down, the dying patient suddenly sat up and found herself in a scenario of apocalyptic survival. From the moment she couldn't believe it to accepting her fate, she only used three seconds. According to the principle of "it's better to die than to live", Lang Mac only thought of the dog's life, as long as the dog didn't die, he would die. When the enemy comes, fight, when the country rises, raise the foundation, occasionally still want to go into the game of picking up other people's unwanted trash, the rest is as a middleman to earn a price difference, small life is also too beautiful to be thought of. Unconsciously, she suddenly turned her head and discovered that the end of the world did not seem so scary.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me." Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke. Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?

"The apocalypse came without warning. I woke up three days later... and the world was no longer ours." A rift tore through reality, overlapping Earth with a foreign dimension filled with horrors beyond comprehension. The strongest evolved, gaining flames, thunder, or psychic force. The weakest turned into corrupted husks—zombies wandering the night. But Lu Zhen? He wasn't chosen by the system. He wasn’t part of the evolution. Yet he awakened with something different—something mechanical. A whisper in his mind. Decompose metal. Absorb structure. Reforge function. From ruined skyscrapers to shattered tanks, everything metal became his. He didn't evolve through fire. He evolved through forging. Now the night belongs to monstrous things. The world has fallen. But one man walks the ashes… Rebuilding the future, one scrap at a time. "They evolve with fire. I build with metal."

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

He didn’t open the book. The book opened him." Seventeen-year-old Jude Mercer thought his life was already a cosmic joke— homeless, broke, and haunted by trauma he never asked for. But everything changes the night he finds a strange, leather-bound book behind a dumpster. A book that… breathes. What he unleashes isn't a spell. It's Ereth-Kaal—an eldritch, sadistic curse older than time. Now bound to Jude’s body, Ereth-Kaal can only feed through him. And feed he will. Jude sets one rule: No women. No kids. No innocents. Ereth-Kaal agrees… mostly. But as bodies pile up, and Jude’s morality erodes under the weight of blood and guilt, one question claws at his soul: Is he still the host... or becoming the monster? Violent. Heartbreaking. Darkly hilarious. UNDER MY SKIN is a descent into madness wrapped in teeth, tentacles, and trauma.

Lin Shuang, just a bar waiter, started off by bullying a billionaire heiress. What to do? He was in such a panic! She investigated him every day. And there were hordes of rich rivals threatening him... If this continued, he genuinely feared his identity as the leader of the Netherworld Army would be exposed...

They say she’s a monster. A myth. A demon wrapped in human skin. They call her the Witch in the Woods. They should have called her a warning. Hazel-Anne Davis was raised in the Devil's Playground for the end of the world—part human, part demon, full survivalist, and absolutely done with it all. When she wakes up in the dying body of a child in a foreign world, she doesn’t cry or panic. She builds. She kills. She survives. The mountains become her home, and she becomes the nightmare whispered about in drunken taverns and frightened war councils. No army ever returns. No trespasser lives. Until she met them. Dragged from her mountain, drugged and bound in a trunk like some barbaric trophy, Hazel-Anne is forced into the glittering prison of the royal court—a place where daggers hide behind fans, poison is poured in porcelain cups, and obedience is expected from women who should know their place. Hazel does not know her place. And if she does, she refuses to stay in it. Five powerful men—each dangerous in their own right—are about to learn that the “witch” they stole is no savage. She’s smarter than they are. Deadlier than their worst enemies. And she’s done playing by anyone else’s rules. Now all of them—the scarred warrior prince, the genius Crown Prince, the demon-eyed general, the assassin in the shadows, and the merchant wrapped in silk and lies—will have to decide: Will they try to control her? Or will they kneel before the storm they’ve unleashed? Either way, at the end of the day, the Witch will have her revenge.

Sonhu remembers dying. Not the blade—just the silence that came after. The stillness, the voice in the dark. He was supposed to stay dead. But something—indifferent, vast, and impossibly near—unmade that ending. He carries no answers. Just a feeling beneath his skin, like he came back wrong. And somewhere in the silence, it calls to him.

Vio used to be the man you called when you wanted a problem to disappear—quietly, permanently. No questions. No witnesses. No trace. But one day changed everything. He wakes up in a world that makes no sense: a place of monsters, mages, and ancient magic—and he’s no longer even human. He’s a machine built for survival. Metal bones. Synthetic skin. A heart that beats only because a System says it should. [Congratulations, Hero. Mission Activated: Kill or Be Killed.] [Penalty for Failure: Hero’s heart will stop.] Now, Vio has to play by rules he doesn’t understand, in a world that wants him dead just for existing. But if he’s going down, he’s taking their rules with him. Armed with the mind of a killer and the body of a machine, Vio will forge a new path—where steel meets spellcraft, science rewrites sorcery, and fear becomes his greatest weapon. He used to erase problems. Now, he is the problem. What to Expect: Anti-Hero MC - Ruthless protagonist who does what's necessary, calculates profit vs loss with cold precision. Weak to OP - Progressive power growth that feels earned through blood, sweat, and strategic thinking. Kingdom/Army Building - Starts small with nothing, builds his empire from the ground up in later chapters. On/Off Romance - Intense when it matters to the plot, absent when it doesn't interfere with progression. SLOW-BURN Harem - Harem elements unfold organically after plot foundations are set. No rushed bonds. Gaming Elements - Heavy inspiration from game mechanics and concepts (not numbers-heavy). Magic + Tech - Spiritual abilities seamlessly mixed with cutting-edge futuristic technology. Slow Burn Worldbuilding - Deep lore, multiple realms, complex power structures that unfold naturally. System - Store, inventory, gacha elements, the whole package for that addictive progression. Politics - Light but necessary for plot movement and character development. Multiple Skills/Abilities - Extensive ability system with endless room for creative growth. Schedule: Daily uploads for first month, then 5/week (may adjust based on reader feedback)

Kneeling before the graves, tears fall like rain He stands and looks to the heavens, seeking his will Hours pass in battle, blood stains his skin The moonlight reflects off the blade, shining bright For he has summoned all his power, and the world is now anew The ashes of the old world, scatter in the wind

When trusting someone leads to a life-altering event that leaves Amelia Lawson without the use of one of her legs, she fights to rebuild her life by going back to work at a Wildlife Reserve. But in her absence, a dangerous, potentially murderous tiger has been rescued, and it doesn’t take long for her life to be thrown back into turmoil as she’s pulled into a world where she is easy prey. (Rewrite from the original series on Quotev)

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Claire Yoo returns to Seoul after six years abroad—only to find herself trapped in a subway station as the world is bound to a strange system. A screen appears. Stats. Quests. A kobold in a suit. And a message: “Welcome, new player. Survive all chronicles. Prove your worth to reach .” As panic rises, Claire stays calm—observing everything. But she doesn’t know the truth: This isn’t just a game. She’s not just a player. And someone’s been watching her since the beginning.

Yuuta returns home to find his family slaughtered and his brother missing. With a katana forged from Rettsu, the only metal that harms yokais, he’s dragged into a hidden war—where monsters feed on humans and turn them with blood.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Leon was just a kid. Now he’s a god, still carrying guilt like a second skin. He suffers. He feels. But above all…he protects.

He died. Then woke up in Magi. Surrounded by corpses, Alex rises with a system, a new name—Merlin—and violet Rukh swirling around him. Ancient symbols burn on his skin. A grimoire floats beside him. Soldiers panic. Magi feel it. Even the dark Rukh takes notice. He’s not here to follow fate. He’s here to break it. New kingdom. New knights. Same chaos. And it all starts with one corpse coming back to life.

Some oaths are carved in blood. Others… in the soul. Naia never wanted to be marked. But when a forgotten bond resurfaces—etched into her skin and memory—she’s forced to face the boy she was never meant to remember… and the curse that never really ended. At Velgrave Academy, truth burns, secrets bleed, and love might be the most dangerous magic of all.

A horrifying murder occurs in the city Frostheugh and killer is unknown. the body was murdered brutally which terrified the citizens and the police. but as they investigated they didn't find any clues or leads for the case and hence the case remained unsolved. but each year a body was found murdered in the same way as the last one. the police tried their best to find the culprit but they failed. when a murder happened at the mansion of duke William he appoints a detective to find the killer. and will the detective find the culprit and solve the case?

In a world ruled by machinery and steam, Albert Forsken awakens in a body that is not his own — that of Lloyd Arnyth, a battle-hardened mercenary on the run from a past shrouded in shadows. Haunted by fragmented memories and hunted by forces he doesn’t yet understand, Albert must navigate a realm where magic is fading, metal reigns, and secrets lie buried beneath rust and ruin. His mission: uncover the truth behind his rebirth and find a way back to his former life… before the world remakes him entirely.

The world is broken. Gods have grown bored,flesh-metal machines dream of sloughed skin and severed sinew. Souls are just fuel. In the ruins of a war-torn Earth, two figures carve separate paths through madness: Cassiel, a self-loathing wanderer who longs to be a hero but can't escape his own delusions, and Ramiel, a machine forged for war, desperate to find purpose beyond violence. As sinners become prophets, and monstrous gods twist desire into doctrine, Cassiel is forced to confront what heroism truly means, while Ramiel wages war against his creator—the Soul grinder, the living god-machine that birthed him. Their stories orbit a dying world, collapsing inward toward a shared question: if everything is built to destroy, can anything be saved? Story available on Inkitt as well as royal road.

Synopsis: Noa and Ren are assigned to South Korea for a week of work. It starts out simple interview clients, tour filming locations, eat local food. But when they’re mistaken for a honeymoon couple at a hotel, things get weird. From the “romantic” hotel room, to the spicy food that makes you panic, to the unscripted moments that feel too intimate for two people who supposedly “aren’t dating.”

Lucien's last memory was skidding tires, blinding headlights, the sickening crunch of metal. But that wasn't the end. He lived his life and died an overworked and underpaid, but he rose as Lucian D’Aureville. Incumbent heir to House Aureville, one of the most powerful houses in the kingdom. However it wasn't as rosy as it seemed. His predecessor had been murdered by someone, and they wouldn't be happy to see Lucien alive. Follow along as Lucien navigates the complex and treacherous path of nobility and wealth as he rises to the top. I'll be posting this story on Royal road and other platforms.

Welcome to Æstherfall, a cyberpunk metal planet where humanity's struggle for survival meets the enigmatic embrace of a world born of metal and electricity. Embark on a journey where the boundaries of technology and nature blur, and the very essence of what it means to be human is called into question. This is the chronicle of a world where soil is currency, and life blossoms amidst the metallic symphony.

En el 2099, los combates de mechas son el nuevo deporte rey. Renji Takane, un chico con más sueños que sentido común, encuentra un robot de clase prohibida… Y una IA salvaje que no se calla ni muerto. Juntos entran a la arena donde ganar no solo te da fama… también enemigos colosales con planes de destruir el mundo. Junto a ellos un grupo variopinto de personajes se unirán en una travesía llena de peligro humor y sobre todo amistad ¿Listo para la aventura? Bienvenido a Metal Alive.

“Why cast fireball... when you can launch a mana-powered missile?” Yuuto Arakawa died in his garage surrounded by scrap metal—and woke up in a world of swords and sorcery. He doesn’t know magic. He doesn’t care. Armed with wrenches, wild ideas, and a busted mana core, he’s about to turn this fantasy kingdom into his personal workshop of chaos. Because who needs spells... when you’ve got mechs?