Doomsday Mechanic: My Train Can Be Modified Infinitely

Those top fire and lightning awakeners in my past life might have been awe-inspiring in terms of individual destructive power, but they were ultimately just human beings. Human strength has its limits; they would get tired, get injured, need shelter, and require massive logistical support to maintain their fighting capacity.

What Wang Zhengyang aims to build is entirely different—he wants to forge himself into the absolute core of the entire system, with endless mechanical creations as his extended steel limbs, and the recruited professionals from various fields as his keen sensory organs and efficient execution terminals. This is not the power of one person, but the birth of a living, ever-evolving war machine and a matrix of civilizational production.

The bloody lessons of his past life had never been so clear. When he finally gained a foothold in the ruins as a first-tier mechanic after overcoming countless hardships, his exquisite metal manipulation and repair skills were consistently insufficient to create an overwhelming advantage on the front lines against the overwhelming force of the "Chosen Ones" who wielded lightning and fire. He was like a master craftsman with unparalleled skills, capable of forging a sword that could cut through iron like mud, yet unable to contend with an arsenal with a complete production line that could continuously produce armed legions, much less with warlords who controlled vast resources and manpower and whose organization crushed individuals.

He possessed the potential of a "spark of civilization," yet he was never able to build the power structure to transform it into a "cornerstone of hegemony." He could only act like a firefighter, constantly repairing his meager resources, struggling to survive in the cracks between increasingly powerful forces, watching helplessly as those well-organized forces, adept at utilizing sheer numbers and resources, easily crushed one lone "genius" after another, including even several exceptionally talented lone awakened individuals he knew from his previous life.

"The power of an individual, when faced with a mature, efficient, and well-organized system, faces an insurmountable ceiling." Wang Zhengyang's realization at this moment was cold and realistic, stripping away all unrealistic fantasies. "The true source of a mechanic's power has never been how exquisitely I can perform operations by hand, but rather in my ability to design, build, and absolutely control a war and civilization system of unparalleled efficiency, precision, and overwhelming productivity. I will use the machines I create to arm my followers to a level beyond their time; I will use the order I establish to forge their scattered power into an indestructible whole; I will use the network I weave to transform all their professional skills and fighting will into an extension of my authority and power."

The Dragon Abyss is the first "mobile war fortress" and "core production hub" in this grand blueprint, the starting point and cornerstone of his path to hegemony. It must not only be indestructible but also a powerful magnet and melting pot, attracting, filtering, and integrating valuable human resources. Team expansion is imperative, but the purpose is not to indiscriminately gain sympathy, but to precisely absorb "high-quality components" that can perfectly integrate into this system and provide it with power—engineers are components of the production system, soldiers are components of force output, and managers are components of maintaining operation. Loyalty and ability are the only tickets to becoming a "component."

This concept unified all his actions into a clear and ruthless strategic track: gathering resources was to feed and upgrade the "central hub"; eliminating enemies was to clear obstacles and plunder everything they possessed; recruiting members was to expand and optimize the "component network." All actions ultimately served the same supreme goal—to make this system, with him at its core, continuously grow until it covered the world.

"The 1% first-tier awakening is the key to gaining initial access to this 'Absolute Domination Architecture.'" His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if capable of cutting through steel. "'Mechanical Devouring' allows me to directly plunder and digest the enemy's most refined technological creations, rapidly upgrading the equipment levels of my 'central core' and 'components.' And my 'exclusive talent' will determine the depth, breadth, and unshakeable absoluteness of my domination over the network as the system's 'sole core.'" As for the foundation of this grand empire—

His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick armor of the carriage, fixed on the future of the Longyuan, which would transform into a steel torrent and dominate the land.

"—It lies in an absolutely loyal and incomparably powerful core war machine, in the continuous and even monopolistic supply of strategic resources, and even more so in a fierce and powerful army armed with advanced machinery, organized by a tight order, and closely connected to my will through a deep network."

Without the Dragon Abyss, the absolute core embodying military might, production, and symbolic significance, all ambitions are mere empty talk. Without control or even monopoly over key resource channels, a system cannot grow, and loyalty cannot last. Without a legion armed with futuristic machinery, organized with iron discipline, and deeply bound to him through a network, sharing his glory and disgrace, he is at best a "craftsman" holding the blueprints for a treasure trove, not a "hegemon" capable of conquering the world and reshaping the rules.

"Individual bravery is the sword that cuts through chaos and establishes initial authority, the banner that unites the first followers' beliefs. But it is never the end." Wang Zhengyang has completely transformed his self-awareness, from a reborn individual seeking survival and revenge to a cold-blooded conqueror determined to build a new order and seize ultimate dominance. "In this new world where the old order has collapsed and the law of the jungle is laid bare, excessive kindness and fatal loneliness are both paths to death. Only absolute power, and the ability to transform that power into a sustainable, scalable, and overwhelmingly dominant system of rule, is the only truth for survival and ultimate victory."

"Zhang Yiqiang's warehouse is a resource I must absorb. The Iron Hand Gang's influence is a whetstone to test the initial power of my 'system,' and the vacuum and remaining manpower left behind after its demise will nourish me to grow stronger." His thoughts were like intricate gears, each link connected, clear and efficient. "And the long journey home across Eurasia, the chaos, power, and resources along the way will be the hunting grounds where this mechanical dragon will first test its edge, hone its fangs, and establish its supreme prestige. All actions are ultimately to inject more surging power into my 'Dragon Abyss,' to weave that 'mechanical net,' with me as the sole source of will, that will eventually envelop the entire wasteland."

His thinking flowed smoothly, without any more obstacles. His objectives had never been so clear and aggressive: devour resources, arm the trains; eliminate obstacles, forge the system; select talent, enrich the network. This spiraling cycle of advancement was the supreme ladder he would climb to that mechanical throne.

At this moment, he will take this solid first step as a conqueror and ruler.

Wang Zhengyang took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his surging domineering thoughts, and returned his mind to the urgent task at hand—dealing with Zhang Yiqiang and seizing that batch of crucial heavy weapons.

After breaking through to 0.53%, the new capabilities he gained made his original plan seem overly conservative. Unlocking the ability to interfere with multiple threads means he can design more sophisticated, more lethal, and more fault-tolerant solutions.

He activated the encrypted communication and sent a message to Li Ming, the content of which was more specific than before, with a clear intelligence requirement:

"Come to me tomorrow at 2 PM. Prepare a motorcycle like the ones the Iron Hand Gang usually uses, and a standard black combat jacket for each member. Also, investigate Zhang Yiqiang's background; and whether the Iron Hand Gang is planning to target him."

A few minutes later, a reply came, concise and professional: "Request received. Intelligence is being gathered; preliminary details will be delivered in person at 2 PM tomorrow. The motorcycle and jacket will be ready."

Ending the communication, Wang Zhengyang shut down the terminal. He walked to the window, gazing at the cold, hard outline of the Longyuan in the night, like a sleeping behemoth. The interior lights reflected a deep gleam in his eyes.

Everything has begun to move. The gears of intelligence, weaponry, planning, and the massive master gear in his heart called "ambition" and "order" are slowly meshing, about to emit a deafening roar that crushes everything.

Night was falling, and the pre-dawn hunt was about to begin.