We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

"You're nothing but a clown."

Su Wanqing stood at the laboratory door, arm in arm with another man, looking down at him.

"Haha, you really think I'm with you because I like you?"

Her voice was as gentle as ever.

But the words he spoke were like a poisoned knife.

"Your design drawings are already mine. No, I should say that those things should never have belonged to you in the first place."

As Su Wanqing spoke, she took Chen Tianhao, the eldest young master of the Chen family in Qing Shi City, and left directly.

However, Ye Yan had no time to care about anything else at that moment.

The overwhelming memories were eroding his reason.

Did he travel through time?

Furthermore, he also encountered the cliché scenario of being betrayed by his ex-girlfriend.

They were also scammed out of a memory chip.

It contained all the original owner's hard work over the past three years: a complete S-class mecha design scheme.

From the layout of the core reactor to the routing of every energy pipeline, and even every screw, he designed everything himself.

That's right, this world is different from the Earth I lived on before.

Ten thousand years ago, an abyss suddenly descended, and abyssal monsters emerged from it, constantly invading human territory.

In the fight against the abyss, people used the cores and materials dropped by abyssal monsters to create mechs!

The person who pilots the mecha is called a mecha pilot.

In this world, everyone is striving to become a mech pilot.

And now, it is the triennial mecha pilot assessment competition.

Ye Yan gave everything for this, even taking out a loan of three million federal dollars, all to create the strongest mech and pass the test.

Becoming a mecha pilot is his dream.

But now, there's nothing left.

Three years of hard work, all taken away in one day.

Su Wanqing is right.

He couldn't produce any evidence.

He completed every single stroke of those design drawings in the laboratory, using the school's equipment and network.

All the creative records and timestamps are nothing more than a bunch of numbers that can be erased at any time in the face of the Chen family's network of relationships.

He was just a poor student.

A poor student who doesn't even have a mecha pilot's license.

And tomorrow, if he can't produce at least a C-grade mech for the assessment,

He never had the chance to get a license again.

Without a license, you cannot pilot a mech, accept missions, or obtain resources.

Then you will become an ordinary person.

In this world corrupted by the abyss and surrounded by monsters, what does it mean to be an ordinary person?

It means cannon fodder.

It means that one's future is uncertain.

It means they don't even have the right to live.

Ye Yan slowly walked up to the dilapidated E-class mecha and reached out to stroke its rusty exterior.

This is his only "asset".

A scrapped training mech, with most of its parts dismantled.

The original owner spent two whole months scavenging parts from the junkyard, piecing them together piece by piece, nail by nail.

Some people advised him not to waste his energy, and no one knew why he was so persistent, but Ye Yan, who inherited everything from the original owner, might know something.

It is very similar to the original, both being discarded defective products.

But an E-class is an E-class.

Even if he repairs it perfectly, it still won't pass the test.

The minimum requirement for the assessment is a Class C mech.

This means that at least three million federal dollars in hardware is required.

Ye Yan took out his wallet and rummaged through it; all the money he had on him added up.

Only a little over 50,000 Federal Dollars.

They can't even afford a complete set of defensive armor modules for a Class C mech.

In other words, he was dumped after transmigrating and still owed the original owner millions in loans.

What a hellish start!

Ye Yan was internally ranting and raving.

If you were an ordinary person before and after time travel, then you're still an ordinary person. What's the point of time travel then?

He has to take this test no matter what!

Even if it's a wrecked mech!

Ding!

As if in response to his expectations, a voice suddenly rang in Ye Yan's mind.

A cold, mechanical voice devoid of any emotion.

Congratulations on meeting the activation requirements.

[Activate the power – "A knight will not die unarmed."]

Upon hearing the system notification, Ye Yan froze.

What?

The next moment, the panel popped up.

[The Knight Does Not Die Bare-Handed: When the pilot's mech is destroyed in battle, the pilot will receive a temporary boost of 100 times the mech's highest attribute. Other attributes will receive a temporary boost of 10 times the highest attribute. Duration: Random mech level increase. After the duration ends, a portion of the highest attribute will be permanently and evenly distributed among the pilot's own attributes.]

[Additional effect: The host can absorb special functional modules and gain permanent abilities.]

Ye Yan was stunned.

He stood there, his mind blank, then quickly overwhelmed by a deluge of information.

A hundredfold increase.

The stronger the mecha, the stronger he becomes.

However, this is contingent on the mech being destroyed during the battle.

He suddenly remembered something and abruptly turned to look at the dilapidated E-class mech.

E-class mechs.

Although it is weak in many aspects.

But what if we attack the entire heap?

When the mech is destroyed, its physical stats are increased by a hundredfold based on the amount of damage dealt!

This means that his physical body can tear apart mechs and annihilate abyssal monsters with his bare hands!

But what's the use?

He can't afford a Class C mech.

Wait!

Ye Yan suddenly looked at the dilapidated mecha beside him, and his eyes lit up!

He couldn't afford a complete Class C mech, but he could afford some of the mech's attack modules!

They can afford the most extreme, unreasonable attack modules that pour all their energy into the weapon.

No armor, no shields, no buffer layers, no life support systems.

I don't want anything.

As long as there is an attack.

then

If destroyed during battle, he will absorb the power of the mech and become a war god!

Even if that doesn't work, you can take out a loan!

I can always pay it back when I become a mecha pilot.

Anyway, I already owe more than three million, so I don't need a few hundred thousand more.

Besides, having more debt is never a bad thing.

He looked down at his hands, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Defense?" he murmured. "Defense is the choice of the weak."

He turned and walked to the worktable, turned on the holographic projector, and began to redesign the mecha configuration.

Delete the defense module.

Armor, delete.

Shield generator, delete.

Backup energy system, delete.

Buffer layer, delete.

Even the protective armor of the cockpit is only the thinnest layer.

Instead, attack modules appeared one after another.

High-frequency particle cannon, high-frequency blade, missile bay, energy overload circuit.

"Increase attack power."

Ye Yan's fingers flew across the holographic keyboard, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Boost attack! Boost my attack to the maximum!"

He laughed out loud as he operated the machine.

The laughter echoed in the empty laboratory, carrying a kind of fanaticism that sent chills down the spines of those who listened.

As long as you stack up your attack power, the day the mech shatters will be the day the Demon King descends!

"Discard? Useless?"

His finger hovered over the "Confirm Configuration" button.

"You're saying I didn't participate in the assessment with a mecha?"

He pressed the button.

"Then let me show you what a real mech is."

Looking at the freshly drawn mecha blueprints in front of him, Ye Yan was extremely excited.

"Perfect"

Of course, if others saw this, they would definitely think this guy is crazy.

Because the mecha in these drawings had almost no consideration for safety.

It's an absolute steel tyrant!

. . .