A young Chinese-American living in a small American town mysteriously finds himself on the streets of the Deep Blue Star in the White Whale galaxy two thousand years in the future.
In the fog-shrouded capital of this planet, too many secrets lie hidden.
How is it possible that the familiar faces from his hometown are still alive after two thousand years?
The former town miner is now an interstellar pirate, and the motel clerk?—he’s the planetary governor…
Protagonist: God, what kind of town have I been living in for the past twenty years? ಠ_ಠ
A bat flutters past him, letting out a low, elegant chuckle—the show has begun.
(With the author’s style, did you really think this would just be a mecha story? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
PS: This is one colossal mess-up.