Rookie Talent Agent Knows It All - Chapter 162: Park Eun-Sung (2)

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.

The Strongest Magic meets the Mightiest Mecha.

I have stolen Golden Mechas from the deepest vaults of the most tightly guarded fortresses in the world.

I have personally destroyed more armies than the top three superpowers have in the span of the Absolute War - combined.

I burned down the terrorist megacity of Habon.

I was expelled from the Union of Heroes at a younger age than people are allowed in.

I have talked to Ancient Gods, loved women, and devoured mechas that would make superpowers cringe in fear.

I have faced demons head on in moonless nights others fear to speak of during the day.

I am deified in a thousand cultures, and labelled as the devil incarnate in the rest.

I am the Mecha Emperor.

You may have heard of me.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

This is where it all began.

A junkyard.

Oh no, this isn't your clean, mechas-only junkyard that was the 'starting point' of many mecha geniuses out there.

I have seen and heard my share of rags-to-riches stories, and many of them claimed that they had started from 'junkyards' and slowly grew to be where they were right now.

From Zero to Hero, they declared.

You can do it too, they said.

As long as you work hard, everything is possible, they claimed.

I call bullshit.

Life doesn't work like that.

In the business world, legend has it that he’s cold-blooded and ruthless. Yet at home, he dotes on his beloved wife to the bones.

‘Why am I married to this demon?’ After accidentally provoking a certain demon, she becomes his possession. From then on, she is forced into a shameless, wanton life…

“Mr. Pei, is there anything that you’re dissatisfied with Mrs. Pei about?” a reporter asks.

Mr. Pei’s dark eyes narrows. ‘The only thing I’m not satisfied with…’

Mr. Pei answers brazenly, “Lasting for only five minutes after charging for two hours.”

Mrs. Pei’s cheeks instantly turn red and she curses inwardly, ‘This darn perv!’

The reporter asks again, “What about you, Mrs. Pei?”

Gritting her teeth, Mrs Pei replies, “Lasting for two hours after charging for only five minutes!”

That night, Mr. Pei smiles wickedly after lasting four hours. “Are you satisfied now?”