Wang Yu naturally agreed without hesitation.
That evening, when he returned to his quarters, he found a black Game Pod resembling a Zero-Type sleep pod beside his bed, with an instruction manual next to it.
Wang Yu skimmed the manual, then eagerly opened the lid and lay straight down inside.
Once the dark lid closed, everything before his eyes went pitch-black, without a trace of light.
But the next moment, soft, jelly-like material sprayed out from all sides, instantly enveloping his body. At the same time, his head and the cervical spine at the back of his neck went numb, and he vaguely felt something pressing tightly against them.
White light flashed before Wang Yu's eyes, and his whole world spun. When his surroundings brightened, he found himself standing in a bustling wasteland resembling the Gobi Desert. The ground was exceptionally dry, covered entirely in pale red sand and soil.
Dense crowds of people in identical uniforms stood around him, numbering well over a thousand. Each wore a dark green, close-fitting military uniform and a fully enclosed silver helmet, with a blue-planet emblem painted on its side.
Even more astonishing were the black Mecha standing around the crowd, each six or seven meters tall. They had rounded heads, strange, bulging rectangular bodies, and long, slender limbs. Some carried enormous golden sawtoothed blades on their backs, while others carried huge silver guns whose barrels alone were two or three meters long.
"Brother Xiong, Brother Xiong, you're back for recruit training again?"
"This time, I spent a fortune hiring a certified mech pilot who'd already cleared it to train me for a week. I refuse to believe I still can't get out of the New Recruit Training Camp."
"New members of the Mech God Guild, assemble! The guild's big shots are organizing