Sis, Stop Filming! My Africa Mecha Can't Be Hidden Anymore

My younger sister’s livestream had flopped, and she had nowhere else to go, so she came running to me in Africa, where I was mining.

She thought I was just an ordinary mine owner and only wanted to film a bit of tough-guy daily life to attract followers.

Until armed warlords surrounded the estate, and I pressed the red button.

A torrent of mechs crushed the wilderness, and aerospace fighters tore through the clouds.

My sister’s camera shook. "Big brother... you call this... a mining company?"

In the livestream, ten million viewers witnessed it firsthand:

An urgent message from the United Nations: "May I ask whether your company is still hiring?"

The Five Permanent Members fell silent: "Those pieces of equipment he has... can we take a look at the blueprints?"

I looked at my sister’s innocent face and the steel tide flashing in the warehouse, and sighed.

Fine, I can’t keep hiding it.

Then tonight’s livestream will be a starship giveaway to liven things up for the family.