Thick fog hangs over the airport, international flights are delayed, and an ace agent from the Space Survey Agency navigates a polar vortex. Enduring severe turbulence, his passport expires, and his luggage is lost, he finds his own body on the baggage carousel, clutching the pendant of his ex-girlfriend, whom he had just met thousands of miles away in New York City. On the tarmac, at the airport control tower, in the cockpit, in the first-class cabin, even on communications satellites... Mysteries unfold in every corner of the sky and on the ground. Who is behind this? Under the vast sky, when will the mystery lift?

【Don't trust labels!!!】Having transmigrated to the world of *Arknights*, Hoshino harbors a secret. The pink-haired shrine maiden dancing amidst cherry blossoms at the shrine, her sword arcing an elegant semi-circle, colliding with the legendary dragon-slaying sword, Crimson Sky—that is Hoshino. The white-haired dwarf who held his own against Blaze—that is also Hoshino. The Crimson Lotus Immortal negotiating with Nian—that is still Hoshino. Rejoice! The king who has gathered the power of all the Valkyries, transcending the past and future, has appeared at this moment. ...To an unexpected enemy, Hoshino always has only one phrase: "Deal with [Linden One]."

[Apocalypse + Mecha + Cyberpunk + Cthulhu + Evolution]

I am Zero Seven, slave number Zero Seven.

In the rust-covered graveyard of the apocalypse, they said I was a failed experiment—the “Prometheusian fire” beating in my chest, originally a defective product discarded by technological tycoons, tore open a crack in evolution when I was on the verge of death.

Gears turned flesh and blood, hydraulic pipes replaced blood vessels, the wreckage of abandoned mechs became my skeleton, and the core of an alien warship became my heart.

I devour all machinery, from rusted screws to overwhelming weapons of war, from the tycoon's cyborg assassins to the steel vanguard of extraterrestrial civilizations. Every sound of tearing metal is a stepping stone for me to climb from the scrap heap to the altar.

When the shadow of alien harvesting fleets looms over civilization, and the entire world kneels before the steel torrent, I stand atop the mechanical graveyard, my fingertips gathering the light of a star core.

"You're reaping lives?"

I ripped off the enemy's reactor, feeling the energy explode inside my body, my metal skeleton humming with excitement.

"And I, devour steel."