Repair

Su Ming looked completely confident as he directly picked up a somewhat battered mechanical component from the workbench.

He immediately extended his hand, preparing to disassemble the component directly.

The people nearby were startled when they saw this.

"Shouldn't you scan it with a scanner before disassembling it? If there's hidden damage inside, opening it so rashly could worsen the damage or even cause the repair to fail outright!"

A mechanic saw Su Ming's actions and cried out in alarm.

Su Ming paid him no attention, continuing to disassemble the mechanical component with his hands.

Another mechanic shook his head when he saw this. "The force in your arm isn't evenly distributed. Without using a Mechanical Arm, it's extremely difficult to control your strength. This can easily damage the millimeter-scale circuits inside the component. This kid doesn't even know such basic common sense. He really is just pretending to understand something he knows nothing about!"

After hearing the two mechanics, the burly Monte looked at Su Ming with an increasingly hostile expression.

If Su Ming damaged the component, Monte would definitely make him learn that regret was useless once a mistake had been made!

Just then, the mechanical component in Su Ming's hands suddenly gave a faint click.

"Click..."

Everyone quickly craned their necks and looked over.

Soon, intense shock flashed through their eyes.

They saw the mechanical component perfectly split into two independent parts and placed on the workbench.

"How is that possible? It looks like a perfect disassembly! That kid clearly didn't use a scanner!"

The mechanic beside them spoke in surprise.

Su Ming ignored him. Fully focused on the components placed on the workbench, he picked up another one and continued disassembling it.

"Click..."

Another faint click rang out. Once again, everyone was shocked to discover that the component Su Ming had disassembled showed not the slightest trace of secondary damage.

So-called secondary damage referred to damage that occurred after these mechanical components had already been damaged in battle and sent to the mechanical repair department, where improper handling by a mechanic could cause further damage to the parts.

Because traces of secondary damage were much newer than those from the initial damage, they were easy to identify.

Secondary damage was perfectly normal. A mechanic was considered qualified if they could usually reduce the damage rate to forty percent.

Yet now, after this fair-skinned young man had perfectly disassembled the second mechanical component, he picked up another one and began taking it apart.

"Click..."

"Click..."

"Click..."

One faint click after another rang out through the repair workshop. The expressions on everyone's faces gradually changed from shock to disbelief, numbness, and worship.

By now, he had already disassembled nine mechanical components.

And the secondary damage rate was zero!

It was terrifying!

A series of gasps rang out throughout the mechanical workshop.

Not using a scanner was one thing. Some experienced veteran mechanics could do that as well.

But disassembling them by hand required the operator to know every subtle structure within the mechanical components like the back of their hand. They also had to control their strength with extraordinary steadiness. Even the slightest excess or lack of force would cause damage.

Yet this young man's secondary damage rate was zero. That meant his experience and attainments in mechanical disassembly were probably enough to crush everyone present.

"Did he start practicing from the moment he came out of the womb?"

A mechanic muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"No. Not only would he have had to start practicing in the womb, he would also have had to practice constantly—probably at least ten hours a day. And he would have needed to practice with absolute concentration. Only then could he have reached this level of mechanical disassembly!"

Another mechanic hurriedly shook his head and refuted the previous mechanic.

In his opinion, this was practically impossible. Who would have nothing better to do than practice mechanical disassembly from childhood, focusing solely on that one skill?

However, these people could never have imagined that...

To a certain extent, Su Ming's behavior was almost exactly what they had described.

Su Ming had handled mechanical components ever since he was young. Other than sleeping and eating, he had spent all his time taking them apart.

This had given Su Ming an almost abnormal familiarity with every mechanical component.

With practically just a touch, Su Ming could tell what was wrong with a component.

"Click..."

The final faint click rang out, and the tenth mechanical component was successfully disassembled by Su Ming.

A pile of individual mechanical parts immediately appeared on the workbench.

At the sight of this, the entire mechanical workshop became so quiet that even a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.

Monte saw what had happened and was just about to speak.

However... Su Ming paid no attention to anyone. He casually dragged over the nearby precision engraving machine, picked up one of the parts, placed it on the machine, and began engraving micrometer-scale circuits onto it.

"He's repairing the part!"

A mechanic spoke when he saw this.

"His disassembly skills are that strong. Could he repair things too?" another mechanic asked, eyes wide as he stared intently at Su Ming's hands.

Mechanical repair involved many different steps.

Cleaning, disassembly, repair, and reassembly.

The cleaning step was certainly the simplest and required no particular skill.

But disassembly, repair, and reassembly grew more difficult with each step. Even these mechanics specialized in only one stage, like workers on an assembly line, before ultimately handing the parts to the final worker for reassembly.

Yet this young man in front of them had disassembled the components and now intended to repair them as well!

No one disturbed Su Ming. His performance moments ago had already won over some of the mechanics present. Now that they saw him preparing to continue with the repair, they all held their breath and watched him expectantly.

"His hands are so steady!"

One of the mechanics muttered.

"Monte, what's his Brain Domain Level? His hands are this steady, so his Brain Domain Level can't be weak!"

A mechanic asked curiously.

Steadiness of the hands was controlled by the brain. Physical Level represented explosive power and strength, while Brain Domain Level represented control and technique.

Monte took out Su Ming's work ID and looked at it curiously.

When he saw the large "-3" in the Brain Domain Level column, Monte's eyes widened, wondering if he had read it wrong.

"His Brain Domain Level is -3? Could this be a mistake?" Even Monte was somewhat dumbfounded.

"Hm? No, wait. The part he's repairing is the X3 Circuit Board of an N-265 model electric rifle. But the engraved circuits on the X3 Circuit Board aren't supposed to look like this. In fact, many of the circuits he's engraving contradict the original design!"

Just then, one of the engravers narrowed his eyes, stood up, and spoke in a serious tone.