First Generation Humanoid General-Purpose Heavy Machine

As if phasing through reality, Mu Fan appeared in Fatty's VIP room. It was about twenty square meters, with two Combat Teleportation Rings on one side. Fatty was currently slumped in a soft leather sofa nearby, watching fighting videos with a dejected look.

Seeing a flash of white light, Fatty immediately put away the video and came over with a bitter face. "I got crushed, I got screwed over! I... Hahahaha, why are you still wearing that little tank top? Didn't you finish your training?" Fatty was in the middle of complaining when he was instantly defeated by Mu Fan's still flashy beginner style.

Mu Fan's cool expression immediately became a little hard to maintain. Fortunately, Fatty didn't notice. Recalling the metal rod that had been thrown so casually yet was impossible to avoid, his head still felt a faint ache.

"...En, it's finished, but I think I still need to learn more basic operations in the future. I might go back often," Mu Fan actually managed to say this without changing his expression.

"That's good," Fatty didn't think much of it. "Uh, did you learn how to operate a mecha? You must have gone straight to learning mechas, right? I told you fighting wasn't very meaningful for you."

"...Yes," Mu Fan squeezed out one word.

"Then stop dawdling, hurry up and come fight. I'll start you off with Generation 1 Mechas. No matter how well you play with these mechas, they won't make much of a splash. They're slow, and the maps are small, very suitable for you to get started." Young Master Harry had a look on his face that said 'I'm helping you a lot', and patted Mu Fan's shoulder with a seemingly earnest expression.

"Hey, see that Combat Teleportation Ring over there? Step into it, confirm the Combat Room, and then you'll go in." Big Brother Fatty thoughtfully gestured towards the Combat Teleportation Ring on the side.

"Alright." Mu Fan felt like he was being forced into something. Now he had to go through with it, even if he was reluctant.

"You weaklings, watch Big Brother Fatty slaughter in the noob room! Tremble, hahahaha!" Fatty had a fierce expression, licked his lips, and stepped into the Teleportation Ring.

"Mu Fan, battle preparation confirmed. System is starting matchmaking."

..."Beep, matchmaking successful. Combat Room: a4j1507, Combat Level 1~2 Generations, Combat Map: Eight Square Kilometer Boulder Area, Combatants 8v8."

Mu Fan and Fatty's figures instantly disappeared from the room and then appeared above the map. However, teammates couldn't see each other at the moment. Mu Fan looked down at the area from a bird's-eye view. Jagged boulders were scattered across a plain, with protruding small hills and scattered ship wreckage dividing areas of varying sizes, giving it a bit of a boulder maze feel.

System countdown: 2 minutes.

Please select a mecha...

Mu Fan looked at the list that appeared before him. Hmm... a very long list, with everything from Generation 1 to Generation 7. Beyond that were black question marks.

Unfortunately, they were all gray...

Then Mu Fan swiped to the right with his hand, and the gray Generation 1 mecha page was swiped away, finally revealing a colored mecha icon.

Can be used!!

Mu Fan was a little excited, but also very helpless. Why? He had no idea how to operate it. Of course, he was excited to be able to use a mecha for the first time, but thinking about how he didn't know anything made him feel a little helpless, and he wasn't quite comfortable telling Fatty directly.

Confirm selection of this mecha? The system prompted.

Of course I confirm, you don't offer any other options.

"Confirm selection, First Generation Humanoid General-Purpose Heavy Machine - EH01 Model."

After Mu Fan confirmed, the icon quickly enlarged, and a mecha resembling a human skeleton appeared before Mu Fan.

Mu Fan was about 1.78 meters tall, and this... let's call it a mecha for now, was about 6 meters tall.

What was particularly strange was that this mecha was completely different from what he had seen in Fatty's Sky-Link videos. How to describe it? It looked more like a skeleton.

Next to the mecha, the mecha description appeared: Real-Type Mecha, a First Generation Mecha for ground use before humans broke through the atmosphere - Humanoid-Driven Skeleton EH01 Model. It was originally for civilian use, but was later modified for military use due to its interchangeable parts design. This mecha is mechanically operated, with mechanical levers supplemented by a one hundred seventy-eight key control panel.

Height: 6.2m

Weight: 8.77t

Category: Ground Use First Generation Mecha

Maximum speed: 45km/h

Weapons: Replaceable accessories - 120mm shoulder cannon, arm-mounted 52mm Gatling machine gun, alloy samurai sword.

Engine: First Generation Power Pod AA Attachment Fuel Cell.

System Rating: F-grade long-range, F-grade defense, E-grade melee, F-grade mobility.

When Mu Fan saw this skeleton frame that was completely piled up with a bunch of metal, he had only one feeling - stupid, clumsy, and crude!

Can this thing even be driven? Three black lines appeared on Mu Fan's forehead.

"Please confirm weapon selection," the system prompted dutifully.

"Select the samurai sword, abandon the others," Mu Fan said without hesitation. Looking at the system prompt, removing the shoulder cannon and Gatling machine gun could reduce the weight by about 0.6t, improving the mobility slightly. For a First Generation model, even a tiny improvement was an advantage.

"Selection confirmed. Will the pilot enter the cockpit?"

"Confirm."

Stepping into the elevator, he reappeared already inside the cockpit.

A mecha cockpit over six meters tall should theoretically be quite spacious, but... this mecha was a skeleton frame. Mu Fan's position was similar to the human spine, a cramped space with thirteen red and blue mechanical rods on either side, a hundred and seventy-eight control buttons arranged in a semi-circle on the keyboard in front, a seat that could only accommodate one person, and the illuminated combat screen before him.

How am I supposed to operate this?!

Mu Fan had no clue, sitting on the hard driver's seat, looking at the scene before him with a troubled expression.

The system, however, didn't care about any of that. "Countdown begins, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Projection."

Mu Fan instantly felt a sense of weightlessness similar to jumping off a cliff, being directly dropped from a height of several hundred meters. The metal mecha couldn't eliminate the adrenaline rush brought by the planet's gravity.

"So exciting!!!" This was Mu Fan's first time experiencing mecha combat. The feeling before the battle made the pores all over his body feel a natural comfort.

But! Dropping from such a high altitude, wouldn't the mecha be smashed?

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer in his field of vision, Mu Fan really couldn't help but want to shout.

"Hiss," the mecha's leg cushioning device activated.

Although there was cushioning, don't expect this First Generation mecha to absorb much. It was good enough that there was cushioning at all.

"Bang!" The EH01 model mecha landed heavily on the ground, and Mu Fan in the cockpit was also severely shaken.

"The mecha is already broken, and every descent is like bungee jumping. I really should go to the forum and complain properly."

"Stop kidding, if they were going to change it, they would have done it long ago. This is the feeling of real combat. You want the experience of an Eighth Generation mecha from a First Generation one? You don't know jack."

"You know! You jackass."

"Your grandpa."

Mu Fan was completely bewildered. What was with the voices suddenly coming from the cockpit? Why were these people arguing?

"Alright, look at the combat map. Everyone, pay attention to evasion first. Choose points A and B to gather. Two-line combat. Good luck, everyone."

Another voice came, this one clearly much more reliable. Mu Fan almost suspected he had entered the wrong place.

"Okay, I'll go to A," the player who spoke first said again.

"I'll go to A too."

"Get lost, don't follow me."

"Get lost, believe it or not, if you say one more word, I'll be the supervisor!"

"...You little egg."

Two mechas cursed and rushed towards point A. Mu Fan saw two green dots heading towards point A on the map in the lower right corner of the combat screen.

"Seriously, are all the level 1 rooms full of trash talkers?" This time, Mu Fan heard it clearly, it was Fatty's voice.

"What kind of egg are you?"

"You piece of trash."

Fatty was enraged: "You f**ker."

Mu Fan was completely speechless. Was this his first mecha battle in his life?