I also want to be beautiful when I wear a mech [Interstellar]

There is no light, no air, no life, just countless garbage floating around.

This is a space junkyard.

Farther away, there are black holes.

All the waste dumped in the garbage dump will be slowly attracted by the black hole until it is swallowed up, and then completely disappear in this universe and cease to exist.

Every other year, dozens of billion-ton garbage transport spacecraft, loaded with garbage that cannot be recycled or emits harmful substances, are dumped into this space.

There is a mecha, I don't know which year it was thrown here.

It presents a humanoid posture, with facial features, limbs, and a slender and vigorous torso.If it is intact, it should be beautiful and strong, as if the best sculptor had created the most perfect work.

It's a scrap, however, because it's badly damaged.

The left eye was pierced, leaving a deep black hole.

The chest was hit by some kind of weapon, and a large piece was dented. It was the position of the cockpit. It is conceivable that the mecha master inside had turned into a meatloaf. Certain substances amply justify this judgment.

The left arm was severely deformed, as was the left leg, as if it had been forcibly twisted by some force, and it was fragmented like a twist.

And these serious damages are not the reason why this mecha appeared here.

Each mecha has great recycling value. The metal shell, built-in engine, weapon system, energy reactor and chip program can all be disassembled and recycled.

The reason why it was thrown in this space junkyard is because its whole body emits harmful rays that cannot be seen by the naked eye.This shows that before it was crippled, it was irradiated by a strong radiation source, or, after someone crippled it, it was thrown into a certain radiation pool.

Who knows?

These rays cannot be eliminated, so it has no final recycling value.So it was wrapped in a layer of radiation-isolated film and thrown in the space junkyard, waiting for the final fate of being swallowed by a black hole.

However, fate is unpredictable.

At the moment when it was about to be swallowed by the black hole, suddenly, there was a gust of wind blowing out from the black hole, and landed on it very lightly and softly.

The next moment, its only remaining intact right eye opened suddenly, and a stream of light flashed by, shining the most dazzling light in this dark world.

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As we all know, Zheng Zhen was very beautiful.

Also very lazy.

How beautiful is it?How lazy are you?

People often come to him to compete.

Every time, he lazily leaned against the flower tree outside the cave, letting the sunlight pour down, covering him in a halo.

Want to compare?Well, let's compare the beauty first.

He is proficient in everything from the talisman array tool to the alchemy sword and the mainstream Taoism in the cultivation world, but it is too troublesome to compare.

Only those who are more beautiful than him are qualified to compare with others.

"I am more beautiful than you."

This sentence has become Zheng Zhenren's mantra.

Whenever he uttered these words, the visitor would naturally cover his face and retreat.For thousands of years, no one has successfully challenged Zheng Zhenren.

He is so beautiful, too beautiful.

He's just so lazy, too lazy.

So when he ascended, he was placed in a position by the way of heaven.

After being struck by the thunder, it was miserable and tattered, the magic weapon was exhausted, the real essence was exhausted, and even the flesh was destroyed, leaving only one primordial spirit, which finally managed to survive, and came to the new world with the power of ascension.

Unfortunately, not fairyland.

In the new world, there is no aura, no magic weapon, fairy fruit, and all kinds of cultivation methods such as the talisman and sword that Zheng Zhenren is familiar with.

The primordial spirit floats in the endless darkness, except for the dead silence, there is only dead silence.

Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the primordial spirit will gradually wither and dissipate in nothingness.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that it is silent and unknown.

For a beautiful person like me, death should be as gorgeous as summer flowers.

Zheng Zhenren took it for granted, so before the primordial spirit dissipated, he struggled hard, trying to make the primordial spirit burst into the most brilliant brilliance in this dead void.

But he failed.

The moment all the brilliance burst out, it was swallowed by nothingness, as if it was disgusted, and then Zhenren Zheng's soul was pushed by an inexplicable force... No, the push is not accurate, it should be flicked .

It was like someone let out a sigh of relief, his soul turned into a gust of wind, was just like that blown out, and crashed into a mass of cold metal.

Maybe it was a long time, maybe it was only a moment before Zheng Zhen realized what had happened.

In the world of self-cultivation, it means that his primordial spirit is attached to a spirit treasure, referred to as the attached spirit.

In the words of the new world, it means that he traveled through time and became a mecha.

At the moment when he possessed the spirit, all the knowledge recorded in the mecha chip was engraved in Zheng Zhenren's memory, allowing him to clearly know what kind of world he came to.

In this new world, there is no flying sword, no Taoism, and no catastrophe, but there are spaceships, mechas, star destroyers and other powerful weapons that are not inferior.

An ordinary yet absolutely extraordinary interstellar era.

Zhenren Zheng has never scolded anyone, because he is too lazy to scold. There is nothing that cannot be solved with a face. If there is, then add a contemptuous look.

But now, he has an MMP to scold.

The majestic Zheng Zhenren failed in his ascension and became an existence like a weapon spirit. This incident was reported to the cultivation world, and everyone who had been covered by his face with his face would die of laughter.

Luckily, no one would know that there would not be a single one in the world of self-cultivation in tens of millions of years, such a strange thing as Zhenren Zheng's soaring transformation.

So Zhenren Zheng didn't bother to scold him.

If he has the time to scold, he might as well run away, otherwise he will be swallowed up by that piece of nothingness together with this mecha.

Well, in this world, the piece of nothingness is called a black hole, which is very vivid, a bottomless black hole that swallows everything.

Zheng Zhenren, who was born beautifully, also thinks beautifully.

escape?How to escape?

The gravitational force of the black hole is so great that even if the mech is in good health and full of energy, it is impossible to get rid of it. Even those billion-ton garbage transport spacecraft only dare to dump garbage on the edge of this space junkyard. If they get close, they themselves will become the garbage in this dump, and there is no escape.

But Zheng Zhenren's luck is not too bad. Good-looking people generally have not too bad luck, except for the matter of ascension.

There is no aura, no magic weapon, but there is radiation here.

Radiation is also a kind of energy, and it is harmful because people in this world cannot control it.

But Zhenren Zheng can.

Because he is the youngest ascension real person in the history of the cultivation world. Although he failed, he still proved that his comprehension aptitude is far superior to his contemporaries and predecessors. The failure of ascension was only due to luck.

So he silently deduced a set of formulas that can control radiant energy, but the calculation speed of the mecha chip is far inferior to his own consciousness, and the remaining power of his soul is not much, so it needs to be used on the blade. Cannot be used for derivation at the moment.

This caused him to spend a full three hundred universe hours to deduce this set of exercises, if the timer of this mech did not have errors due to damage.

It is better to say it is a formation than a skill.

That's right, relying solely on the power of the mecha itself, of course it cannot escape the gravitational pull of the black hole, but he is proficient in formations, especially the ultra-long-distance space-time escape formation.

Because he is lazy, he doesn't even bother to walk or fly when going out, it's so convenient to use the escape array, as soon as he opens and closes his eyes, he arrives at his destination.

Of course, it is also very convenient to use to escape, especially in this desperate situation.

It is very easy to set up an array. In the space junkyard, there are a lot of garbage with radiant energy, which is an excellent array material. As long as you master the method of controlling energy, it is very easy to manipulate them.

He used another [-] universe hours to collect the formation materials and place them at the eye of the space-time formation. Because this is space, all objects are in a floating state, so the relative positions of these materials must be maintained. Still unchanged, Zhenren Zheng spent nearly [-] universe hours before finally calculating the positions of all the formation eyes.

In the end, he controlled the mecha, came to the center of the formation, and used the radiation energy from the mecha to activate the space-time escape formation.

This time, in the dark world, a brilliant brilliance finally bloomed, like a beautiful firework set off in the night sky, blooming in a blink of an eye, and dissipating in a blink of an eye.

At the moment of time-space transition, Zhenren Zheng's primordial spirit also bloomed, and the remaining spiritual power was undergoing jaw-dropping transformations inside and outside the mech.

The cold metal shell turned into soft and elastic muscles, the internal pipelines formed blood vessels and nerves, the chip turned into a brain, and the built-in components turned into internal organs.

The mecha has become a human being, alive, flesh and blood... er, and mutilated.

This is a slender boy with one eye, a broken arm, a limp, and a concave chest.

His expression was cold and calm.

His imposing manner is proud and flying.

When he turned his face slightly to look at people, he seemed to be staring at people.

He also has a mantra: I am more beautiful than you.