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When he woke up, Lin You found that the world had changed drastically.

Monsters of all races roar and bombard wildly, field magic cards form a deep sea out of thin air, royal tombs, skyscrapers, and trap cards are infinitely possible.

Duellist colleges and universities all over the country are rising, and the miracle secret realm is full of dangers.

This is a world where all people chase cards, and the era of card duelists shines.

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Jiang Li accidentally transmigrated to a fantasy world along with a game called Super Godly Machine Army.

[Ruler Panel]

[Ruler: Jiang Li]

[Game: Super Godly Machine Army]

[Interface: Military Units]

[Infantry Machine Unit], [Navy Machine Unit], [Air Force Machine Unit], [Space Machine Unit], [Special Forces Machine Unit]

[Energy Points: 0]

[Soul Sparks: 0]

Soon, Jiang Li created Combat Machine Soldiers, Electric Machine Soldiers, Liquid Metal Machine Soldiers, Machine Dragon Riders, Nether Energy Machine Soldiers, Machine Engineers and many more.

This was the story of a man in a fantasy world who became invincible by creating a machine army that dominated the world.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.

Shi Qing’s task was to be a protector.