"It had to be you!" What could He Zhao even say about the Data Panel patching things up for itself? "If only it could be like Training Mode, with the Father of Mecha, Victor Land, teaching me step by step."
As soon as he finished speaking, a notification popped up in the upper-left corner of his vision.
[Would you like to consume Victor Land's handwritten manuscript and enter Learning Mode?]
"!!!"
He looked completely bewildered, then came to his senses.
The book in his hand had been personally written by the Father of Mecha.
He had originally thought the stall owner at the Second-hand Market was scamming him, but who would have guessed the man had been telling the truth?
In fact, the other party hadn't actually known whether it was real or not. It had just been a sales pitch. But against all odds, a blind cat had run into a dead mouse.
"No wonder."
When he was reading it, he had felt something was a little off. It hadn't seemed like a printed edition. So it was handwritten. Sure enough, anyone capable of great things was basically a ruthless person.
For a book this thick, how many years would it have taken to write?
Your hand would snap from exhaustion!
The reason no one believed it was Victor Land's handwritten manuscript was that everyone subconsciously felt no one would be willing to write a book in the most primitive way. It was exhausting and thankless.
Granted, he had no idea what era the Father of Mecha had been born in, but anyone who could build a mecha had to have lived with decent technology. Computer keyboards were probably already outdated products.
Handwritten?
Who would believe that?
"Enter."
If Victor Land's handwritten manuscript appeared in the Star Empire, who