This is really not mechanical ascension - Chapter 19 - You can call the police, oh... I am the police!

The world ended, seven days of earthquakes, volcanic eruption and then came the meteor storm, bringing something worse—mutation.Now, survivors are group into Shifters, mutated humans and normals.Ava Zhang was supposed to be a Normal. Useless. Disposable.Thrown into a military-controlled bunker, she is sorted into Level Three—the bottom rank, where the weak are left to rot. Starving, overworked, and surrounded by desperate scavengers, she realizes that in this world, strength decides survival.But Ava isn’t as powerless her hidden System activates. The Blueprint System—an ability that lets her design and invent anything, from weapons to high-tech defenses.

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 was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse.”In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.But this lineage is not dead yet.He is still here.A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.The only reason this kingdom still stands.And me?If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.