Growing up on the garbage planet, Brian Clark, during a "treasure hunt" in the junkyard, accidentally discovers a broken mecha. With the help of this intelligent, damaged mecha, Brian Clark escapes the garbage planet and enters human society.

What is the true identity of the intelligent mecha Logan Carter? What is the real story behind Brian Clark's origins? The unique way of communication between beast and beauty, and how does Brian Clark, whose eyes are fixed only on survival, experience his own love story? In an unknown society, how does he gradually become familiar with it? What kind of role does he play? How does the law of the jungle, so different from human society, bring a turning point to his fate?

With a mind as calm as a computer and a belief in the cruel law of the jungle, this young man absorbs knowledge like a sponge, excelling in everything from being a mecha warrior to combat and tuning. Every time he appears before others, he is like a shooting star, dazzling and brilliant!

Passivity and initiative, death and survival, coldness and confusion—Brian Clark's journey of growth interprets the unyielding struggle of a young man, and at the same time, creates the mysterious legend of a mecha warrior.

In the vastness of the stars, when cosmic warships and mechas appear, humanity once again finds itself lost in the boundless expanse.

Section One

Garbage Planet No. 12 is a junk planet in the Fa'er Star System.

As the name suggests, it is used for dumping trash. With the continuous advancement of science, after entering the era of great spaceflight, human life underwent a fundamental change. Life became comfortable and stress-free, and the once tense issues of energy and ecology were somewhat alleviated by humanity's rapid expansion. The discovery of one new star after another and the maturation of interstellar development technology made life faster-paced and more humane, but this also led to a rapid increase in all kinds of waste. The cost of recycling this waste was too high, but if left unchecked, it would have a terrible impact on the living environment, causing endless complaints from local residents. So, various countries transported large amounts of garbage to these junk planets. These garbage planets were either planets with no mining value or those that had already been exhausted. No one lived on these planets, so they became the perfect places to dump trash.

Under the gray sky, mountains formed from piles of all kinds of garbage stretched endlessly, silent as the void, without a trace of life. The cold metal wreckage exuded a unique metallic chill, but the dust covering it hid its original luster. Only the occasional small patch of uncorroded surface exposed to the air would remind people of its former glory.

On this lifeless garbage planet, almost everyone believed that no humans could exist, because in such a harsh environment—no water, no food, nothing that humans need—there was only one thing here: garbage!

But is this garbage planet really as lifeless as it appears?

Brian Clark looked up at the old-fashioned analog clock on the wall. He had picked it up three years ago at the foot of a junk mountain ten kilometers from here. At that time, the clock's touch-sensitive vibration sensor was broken, and it took Brian Clark a whole week to fix it. It replaced the even older pendulum clock that used to hang on the wall.

Fa'er time, 3:42. Brian Clark knew that in another thirteen minutes, the outside temperature would reach the most suitable level for going out during the day, and this window would end at 6:17 Fa'er time. At any other time, it was either as hot as an oven or as cold as a freezing winter outside.

Barring any accidents, last night should have been the time when the garbage ship dumped its load. Brian Clark considered going out today to see if he could find any new treasures. There was no shortage of food at home for now; more than half of the hundred-bite rat he hunted last time was still uneaten, so there was no risk of running out of food in the next three days. Besides, there was still a considerable amount of organic liquid food at home, but its taste was far inferior to fresh meat—dry and tasteless. Brian Clark hadn't eaten that stuff in a long time.

Fa'er time, 3:55. Almost at the exact same second, Brian Clark shot out the door like an arrow leaving the bow. Time was just too precious for Brian Clark. This time, the spot where the unmanned garbage ship dumped its load was half an hour's journey from Brian Clark's home, which meant he would spend an hour on the road, leaving him less than an hour and a half to scavenge.

Brian Clark moved like an agile beast, darting and leaping through the narrow gaps between the chaotic piles of garbage without the slightest hindrance. He knew the terrain in this area like the back of his hand—he believed that even with his eyes closed, he would never get lost.

The wind howled past his ears, and Brian Clark thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of speed. But he still remained alert and cautious of his surroundings. To survive on the garbage planet, one had to fight all kinds of mutant creatures that could appear at any moment.

Although the garbage planet was unfit for human survival, for mutant creatures, it was undoubtedly a paradise. The harsh environment had little effect on these highly adaptable mutants. There were abundant resources here—garbage. For creatures like the hundred-bite rat, almost anything could be food, so on this garbage planet, their numbers were growing at an astonishing rate.