In this universe, the roar of steel mechs and the bellow of energy weapons were the main themes!
Likewise, the central story of this world was nothing less than the mechanical and the flesh-and-blood chasing one another through the boundless cosmos, waging one brutal battle and playing one deadly game after another across billions of years.
And the one pulling the strings behind it all was undoubtedly the one and only true god, worshipped by both humanity and the mechanical race, mysterious and unfathomable—the God of Pilots!
The God of Pilots, also known as the God of Mechs, had origins lost to time.
After all, so much time had passed that even he had nearly forgotten which world he came from, or why he had appeared in this one.
He only vaguely remembered that he had once been a shut-in in another world, a transmigrator. In the world he had originally come from, he had been an ordinary person obsessed with collecting models of Gundams and other mechs. Only cold steel and giant beasts could catch his attention; he had no interest whatsoever in pretty figurines of two-dimensional girls.
But at some point, a wondrous journey across time and space had swept him into this mech-filled universe.
Perhaps the creator of this world had long since become lost in the temporal currents. Or perhaps it had all been written into fate's script long ago.
In any case, decades after arriving in this world, just before his life was about to end, he had somehow gained dominion over it. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a transmigrator to the supreme "God of Pilots," the one and only ruler of this world.
Yes, the one and only!
At first, he had been thrilled. After all, he was a