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Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic

This is the 40,000th year of the Empire's dominance over the Galaxy. The glory of the Great Expedition has long been buried in the dust of history. Su Yu has transmigrated here, opening his eyes to the ruins of a planet in front of him, utterly bewildered. On this planet, there are war machines that stretch for thousands of kilometers, now broken to the extreme, alien beasts whose roars can shatter mountains and rivers, and radiation alien beasts whose mere movement causes further destruction to the surrounding environment— There is everything here, except hope. Whether willingly or not, Su Yu struggled to survive for three years and finally inevitably contracted radiation sickness, seemingly about to become one of the despairing. Until his Profession Panel, capable of infinite job transfers, finally activated. "Ding!" "Detected that the host has met the prerequisites; do you want to take the profession of [Mechanic]?" "Completing this job will allow you to gain profession experience through daily maintenance, recovery, and assembly of mechanical creations, leveling up the profession, and with each upgrade, you receive an enhancement amplification of your physical attributes..." Looking at the pile of broken gun parts in his repair room, an unprecedented light lit up in Su Yu's eyes! Years later, at the core of the Empire, at the highest point of the Terra world, Su Yu, the Mechanic from Ruins Star, Ghost Shadow Blade of Dead Silence Wilderness, Initiator of the Giant God Soldier Project's Restart, Governor of the Shattered Star Region, Master of Mechanical Ascension, Supreme Throne of the Forging World, looked at the torrent of steel gathering below and commanded with a wave of his hand! [Our goal is to make the (second) (crossed out) Empire great again!]
Universe Invincible Battle Tyrannosaurus · 2.2m Views

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Elian Voss makes things look perfect on screens. In 2240, that means designing the digital layer woven into the fabric of reality itself, the invisible architecture that makes an interplanetary civilization feel livable, feel *human*. He is exceptional at his job. He is forgettable everywhere else. Then one morning, without warning, the color black stops existing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Not the concept of absence. The color itself. Every screen across Earth and its eleven inhabited stations throws the same silent error. `#000000` returns null. Scientists dedicate entire processing networks to finding an answer. Governments convene. Religions overflow. The world collectively screams into a void that no longer has a color. Elian stares at his code and thinks it looks *edited.* Not broken. Not corrupted. Clean. Like a single line was removed by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't feel the need to leave a note. So he starts digging. Not out of heroism. Simply because he is the kind of man who cannot leave a bug alone at 3 AM. What he finds will not restore the color. It will not save anything. It will only show one exhausted programmer, in a civilization that can navigate asteroid belts and simulate ecosystems, exactly how mistaken they have been about who is doing the navigating. The color doesn't come back. Elian closes the file. Opens a new one. Gets back to work. "Some bugs were never meant to be fixed. Some were meant to be delivered."
ToastedBeans · 217 Views

Lurops: God of the Broken Wave

In 1954, a nuclear blast went off in the Pacific. It didn’t kill the creature sleeping in the deep trench below. It woke him up. When he rose from the ocean, he wasn’t just an animal anymore. He was something bigger — a massive blue giant, shaped like a bell, with a mind that could think and wait and remember. He had already died once. He knew it wasn’t the end of everything. People didn’t know what to call him. The news called him a monster. Scientists gave him a long, strange name: RERUNBACKTOKAIJU. The kids who lived through the wreckage called him Lurops. He destroyed cities. He was burned by acid. He came back. Smarter. Stronger. Somehow, he even learned to surf. Over the next seventy years, he faced things no one could have imagined: a nightmare from the deep that ate living genes, a shining hero robot built from grief and bad guesses, a machine that slowly became the closest thing he had to a friend, a son who hatched without warning on a dark beach, and a terrible weapon made from his own mother’s bones. People tried to give him a role. Hero. Guardian. Monster. Savior. He refused them all. “I’m not yours,” he would say. “I’m just here. The waves are good. That’s enough.” But it was never just about the waves. It was about staying. About choosing not to end everything. About living in a world that hurt him — and not walking away from it. It was never simple. It was always more. LUROPS is a five-arc kaiju epic about destruction, inheritance, the stubbornness of survival, and whether a creature built by catastrophe can choose, with full knowledge of what it costs, to become something else.
Fruitmoody · 2.4k Views