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

Maintenance area.

The examiner in charge of reviewing the mecha configuration frowned deeply as he looked at the data submitted by Ye Yan.

"Are you sure you want this configuration?"

The examiner looked up and stared at Ye Yan as if he were crazy.

"All defensive modules have been removed, armor plates are gone, shields are gone, and only 5% of the buffer layer remains... Do you know what this means?"

"I know," Ye Yan nodded.

"This means your mech is as fragile as paper!"

The examiner practically yelled it out.

"Forget the monsters in the assessment, even a strong gust of wind—no, even a push from an ordinary person—could cause your mech to fall apart!"

"I'm not that fragile," Ye Yan shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

Besides, whether it falls apart or is destroyed in battle, that's all his goal.

For him, the so-called safe mech was nothing more than a shackle.

He wanted the ultimate violence!

As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense!

"You know that you still..." The examiner was about to persuade the man in front of him, but Ye Yan interrupted him.

"Examiner."

Ye Yan spoke calmly, her eyes resolute.

"This is my mech, my configuration, my choice. Is it allowed by the rules?"

The examiner opened his mouth.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Or rather, there's nothing to say.

There are indeed no restrictions on this in the assessment regulations.

The rules only specify the minimum level and performance indicators of the mechs, but never the minimum requirements for defensive configurations.

That's because no one ever has.

No one would be foolish enough to strip their mech completely naked.

This is undoubtedly courting death!

"It is permissible," the examiner hesitated.

He didn't want a perfectly healthy young man to take the path of suicide.

can.

When he looked up and saw Ye Yan's incredibly determined gaze, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

Why, why is he so determined?

Is it about believing in one's own skills?

Do you believe in your mental strength and mastery of the mecha?

Didn't the other party know the danger?

No.

As a mecha pilot, I absolutely know.

So, even knowing this, why bring this mecha?

he does not know.

But the examiner knew that this young man wouldn't give up because of his words.

Furthermore, perhaps he has no right to ask others to give up.

Becoming a mech pilot is everyone's dream.

He has no right to deprive others of their dreams.

Perhaps he brought such a mecha to the assessment for some reason, or perhaps he had no other choice.

"Then sign it."

The examiner took a deep breath and signed the verification form.

"Candidate Ye Yan, mecha review passed."

There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"Good luck."

"Survive the test"

Thank you.

Ye Yan nodded, took the verification form, and turned to walk towards the mecha.

"Has this kid... suffered some kind of shock?"

Behind him, the examiner watched his retreating figure and whispered to his colleague:

"I remember he always got perfect scores in mecha design, right? How could he design a mecha like this?"

"I don't know, but I have some inside information."

My colleague answered in a low voice.

"I heard that his girlfriend stole his design drawings and he was blacklisted by the Chen family."

No wonder.

The examiner sighed.

"This is a case of 'what's the use of trying'."

"Not necessarily." Another, older examiner suddenly spoke up, his gaze falling on Ye Yan's mecha configuration sheet, looking thoughtful.

"Look at his configuration."

He pointed to the attack module core on the mech's configuration list and said:

"Although the design of this mech is extreme, the selection of each attack module is extremely precise. The layout of the energy circuit, the matching of the weapon system, and even the setting of the overload threshold."

"This is definitely not something that was just put together randomly."

He paused at this point.

"This is the work of a top designer."

"But he's just a student."

"A poor student without a license?" The older examiner laughed. "Sometimes, the line between genius and madness is thin."

"Is he a genius or a madman?"

The older examiner did not answer.

His gaze pierced through the glass, watching Ye Yan climb onto the ugly, rickety mech.

"You'll know soon enough."

. . .

The assessment begins.

The first batch of candidates entered the secret realm.

Chen Tianhao's S-class mecha passed the difficult mode without any suspense, and he was relaxed and carefree throughout the process, even having the energy to chat and laugh in the public channel.

"Too easy."

When he came out, he gave the camera a victory sign.

"You could pass this test with your eyes closed."

Su Wanqing clapped her hands beside her, her smile radiant.

"Tianhao, you're amazing!"

"It's alright."

Chen Tianhao feigned modesty, but his gaze swept towards Ye Yan, who was still in the waiting area.

"What are some people waiting for? Are they planning to desert their posts at the last minute?"

Ye Yan ignored him.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

"Candidate Ye Yan, please select the difficulty level of the assessment," a mechanical female voice announced over the loudspeaker.

Difficulty options popped up on the holographic screen in the lobby:

Standard Mode Easy Mode Hard Mode Nightmare Mode Hell Mode

All eyes turned to them.

"He'll definitely choose the standard one, right? That crappy mech is lucky if it even passes the standard."

"It might not even meet the standards; that mech looks like it's about to fall apart."

"Choose already, what are you dawdling for?"

Ye Yan looked up at the options on the screen.

His gaze transcends standards, simplicity, difficulty, and nightmares.

It stopped at Hell Mode.

Ye Yan knew that he could pass the test by choosing his own standards.

can.

Ye Yan knew that if he didn't attract the attention of his superiors, that guy would definitely not let him off the hook.

They might even use this slight talent he has shown to incite their families to suppress him.

Therefore, Ye Yan actually only has one choice.

Hell mode.

He wanted everyone, including the leaders of the four war zones, to see his talent!

Make it impossible for anyone to suppress him!

Some might say, "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind."

can.

If you don't show your strength, you won't even have a chance to break.

They will be buried silently.

This is truly the tragedy of being powerless.

Especially since he had just transmigrated here, he had no connections and no power to overturn everything.

and so.

What Ye Yan needs to do is to make those in power see his value.

[Hell Mode: Death rate 98.7%. Once entered, the assessment center has no right to terminate the battle prematurely. Registration constitutes signing a waiver of liability for death.]

But in contrast,

The score that can be obtained is far higher than in other modes.

At the same time, once they pass through, they will be watched by people from the four war zones instantly.

It can be said.

Historically, every mech pilot who has passed the Hell Mode has invariably reached the top of the pyramid and become a Tier 9 mech pilot.

just.

No one has chosen this for a long time.

Ye Yan smiled.

He reached out and clicked on the blood-red option.

"I choose Hell Mode."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Then, an explosive scream rang out.

"Hell mode?! He's gone mad?!"

. . .