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

At this moment, inside the mecha assembly shop.

"Are you really sure about this?"

Lin Shuang pushed up her goggles, holding the mecha modification form Ye Yan handed her in her hand, and looked at Ye Yan with a pair of suspicious eyes.

Lin Shuang thought this guy was absolutely insane.

Otherwise, how could such a mecha have been designed?

"Of course"

Ye Yan leaned against the rusty iron bed in the repair shop, a power bar he'd picked up from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, his legs crossed.

He was very confident in his design drawings.

"No other modules are needed; remove all defense modules."

"Dismantle the armor plates, energy shield generators, and automatic repair nanomodules. Leave nothing behind; pile them all up with attack modules."

As he spoke, Ye Yan's eyes blazed with fervor. He could already picture himself emerging from the mecha ruins, tearing apart abyssal monsters with his bare hands, and crushing the mecha with a single hand.

"My mech will be the strongest in terms of attack power during the assessment!"

Ye Yan's words were not without merit.

After all, the assessment has restrictions on the grade of the mecha, so even if you have a lot of money, you can't accumulate modules indefinitely.

"But"

Lin Shuang swallowed hard and looked at the "madman" in front of her.

"Your 'Gale' mech comes standard with light armor, which is already weak in defense. If you remove the only three layers of composite armor..."

"Completely replace the attack modules."

Ye Yan interrupted her, his expression grave, and said in a more serious tone:

"I want all three attack module slots filled: one overclocked particle cannon, one high-frequency blade, and one more..."

"What else?!"

Hearing Ye Yan's unreasonable request, Lin Shuang almost screamed, her whole body like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You're out of slots! A Tier 1 mech core only has three module interfaces! You're not even going to use the basic fire control support system?"

"We don't need that module."

Ye Yan spat out the wrapper from the energy bar and said confidently:

"I calibrated it manually myself."

He was still confident about this.

Before he transmigrated, he was a mecha enthusiast and had many mecha models displayed at home.

Of course, if the manual calibration is incorrect, it will simply explode.

Why not do it?

Lin Shuang remained silent for a full ten seconds.

She is a recognized genius mecha assembler in the Seventh War Zone Logistics Department. She was able to independently modify A-class mechas at the age of sixteen and has seen all kinds of mecha assemblers.

There are turtle-style builds that pursue ultimate defense, standard builds that emphasize balance, and even mad dog-style builds that focus solely on speed.

But I've never seen anything like this before.

Full attack.

A true all-out attack.

They stripped a mech down to its skeleton, diverting all its energy to the weapon system.

There was no armor, no shields, no backup power, and even half of the cockpit's buffer layer had been removed.

Don't leave yourself any way out.

This behavior is practically suicidal!

Why would he want to die?

Suddenly, Lin Shuang remembered the rumors circulating on campus.

He got dumped.

In an instant, Lin Shuang's eyes were filled with pity as she looked at Ye Yan.

I was just about to say something.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Is something not working?"

"Ha! Who says I can't do it!"

Seeing Ye Yan's smug expression, Lin Shuang immediately bristled. She hated being told she was no good, and her initial pity and sympathy vanished instantly.

I'll blow you up!

can.

"Your cockpit..."

Lin Shuang rubbed her forehead, still unwilling to let such a young life end like this.

"Did you know that the shock absorption rate is only 15%? The normal standard is 80%!"

"15% is enough."

Ye Yan smiled.

"It won't take long anyway."

"you--"

"Master Lin."

Ye Yan suddenly sat up straight, his eyes becoming serious.

"I only have one question for you: Can this mech be modified?"

Lin Shuang bit her lower lip.

She looked down at the modification order, which was filled with Ye Yan's requirements.

Every line of text above challenges her professional bottom line as a mecha modifier, and every design mocks the golden rule of mecha design.

Balance between offense and defense.

You can only contribute if you're alive.

This is what's written on the title page of all mech pilot textbooks.

It is also an absolute rule summarized by countless predecessors who fought in the abyss!

But the boy in front of me seemed to have never read those books.

"It can be changed, of course."

Lin Shuang sighed helplessly. Even if she didn't change it for him, he would go find someone else.

Instead of making money for others, you might as well make money yourself.

"I can overclock the particle cannon's power by another 15%, but the price is..."

"What is the price?"

"The mech will overheat and crash in a shorter time."

Lin Shuang raised her head, her expression grave, and warned.

"With your setup, even at full power, you can probably only last seven minutes at most."

"Seven minutes."

Ye Yan repeated it to himself, then chuckled softly.

That smile reminded Lin Shuang of a flower she had seen in the ruins of a war zone when she was a child—the radiation flower.

On the scorched earth most severely contaminated by nuclear radiation, it blooms more beautifully than anywhere else.

That's enough.

Ye Yan stood up and patted the dust off his backside.

"Thank you for your help."

Lin Shuang watched his figure disappear at the workshop entrance, her gaze returning to the modification order.

At the very bottom of the list, Ye Yan wrote a note in crooked handwriting:

[P.S.: Please make the explosion scene as spectacular as possible, thank you.]

"Neuropathy."

Lin Shuang cursed, but carefully put the form into the drawer of her worktable.

Then she started rummaging through her toolbox, picking out the best overclocking capacitors and the most stable power conduits.

If it's destined to explode, then explode it beautifully.

This is the dignity of a modification specialist.

. . .