Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

The group that almost quietly changed hands overnight, could they also be sending someone to participate in this competition?

If so, does the participant belong to the original power or to the new controlling owners?

This is definitely a great headline.

After a flurry of unrestrained flashbulbs, the crowd held its breath, patiently awaiting the start of the qualification review for Loki Heavy Industry by the Interstellar Mecha Association.

Mu Fan walked up to the composite mechanical platform and sat down.

He also adjusted his sitting position so that his left arm could rest on his leg.

"Query successful, please verify identity and confirm the number and names of your company's participants," the staff member processed these tasks with experienced ease.

Mu Fan turned his head to look at the young girl next to him; as a smile bloomed on his face, he turned back and whispered softly,

"One person, Mu Fan."

The staff member looked up curiously at Mu Fan, and upon verifying the identities of the two, the initial intent shown in the database was that this company had two mechanical masters.

"Please report the number of medical team personnel."

"None."

"Please report the number of maintenance crew personnel."

"None."

Mu Fan sat there with a calm demeanor, each response limited to a single word.

"Please report the number of accompanying technical engineers."

"None."

"Please report the number of team nutritionists."

"None."

Again, none!

There was nothing!

"What about your transport equipment staff?"

"Me."

Finally, Mu Fan gave a different answer, which caused a sensation at the scene.

And this excitement only intensified, making it the most impressive company to register so far.

Damn, what are you doing here if you have nothing!

But this made the crowd, which was initially just watching for fun, look strangely solemn.

Especially the personnel from the other participating companies!

They came here knowing only that there were 266 companies participating this edition, and even without an exact figure, the final number of participants was expected to exceed 500.

More than 500 top mechanical masters, backed by powerful entities, were to partake in a brutally fierce single-elimination tournament, from which just under a hundred would advance to an even more brutal contest for the Throne of Power.

All participants will be placed on a vast map, with only thirty-six giant Iron Thrones!

Each one-on-one challenge, and after 2 hours, the mechanical masters holding the thirty-six Iron Thrones would automatically advance to the top 36!

This will continue until the last 36 mecha are left as the true top 36!

It can be said that once you enter the official participant list, every step thereafter becomes increasingly difficult.

Even accidental deaths are common.

Especially when entering the indiscriminate fighting tournament, it becomes an intensely fierce high-stakes battle.

What was this youngster saying?

In the end, he didn't even have a food nutritionist, and the only role he answered differently was the so-called transport equipment staff—a truck driver—which he was handling himself!

Is this really a mecha company that has been rigorously selected by the Mecha Association?

Even a mercenary wouldn't end up in such a dire situation!

The staff member, incredulous, entered the final piece of information; after some thought, he decided to confirm once more, "Once confirmed, the stated information cannot be changed. If what you've said is correct, press your palm to confirm."

The staff member glanced discreetly at Naden, whose silver-haired middle-aged gaze was assessing, quietly watching Mu Fan.

He was eager to see just how resolute this young man was in entering this competition, as he also seemed to have received some news.

It appeared that the group known as Loki Heavy Industry had mysteriously suffered a severe setback.

Was this a desperate last throw, placing all their hopes on this Mecha Performance Competition?

If so, that was far too naive because even seeded players have their moments of downfall.

Each Mecha Performance Competition sees no fewer than thirty deaths.

This number might seem small, but it actually approached a death ratio of almost 15:1.

Time ticked steadily by, and new teams continued to enter the South Suburb Plain.

They didn't see the full development of the event, just the crowd gathered around.

However, few people stopped.

Because they still had to proceed with their own reporting process.

Tomorrow the competition would begin, and every battle would be a tough struggle; maintaining a good condition was paramount.

At that moment, Wang Nuonuo could feel the calm yet exceptionally resolute attitude emanating from Mu Fan.

Thus, at this time, Mu Fan represented Loki Heavy Industry.

His every word represented Loki Heavy Industry.

Even if Mu Fan declared a forfeit in the next second, Wang Nuonuo would support him unreservedly.

Mu Fan would risk his life for her, so what was everything she owned compared to life?

As long as one was alive, as the adults say, nothing was impossible!

"If this is correct, please confirm."

The sentence was repeated.

If Mu Fan did not press his palm print, then everything he said before meant nothing.

His final expression came down to that last palm print confirmation.

Outside the crowd, Donatello's lips curled into a cold smirk.

Is this the result of your struggles to date?

Well, let me see your courage, press it.

Press it, and then pass through the planet's core to its opposite side, where you will experience what true cruelty is.

The media's cameras waited for this moment; whether the young man refused or pressed, they would faithfully record it.

Mu Fan stood up, raising his palm, his gaze lingering on his palm for a moment.

Then he lightly lifted his eyelids and casually pressed down.

"Palm print matched!"

"Information verification successful!"

Final confirmation details as follows—

Competing force: Loki Heavy Industry.

Force representative: Wang Nuonuo.

Participant: Mu Fan.

Mecha for competition: Extreme Special Soldier (Ge-Z).

Accompanying personnel: None.

As a light screen flashed above the mechanical platform, people were ecstatic.

Countless media spared no expense on their cameras; this was simply the first big news before the opening.

"The Most Tragic Competing Force in History"

"A Mecha Combat Competition Without Any Logistical Support"

"With No Ways Out, How Far Can One Man Go?"

...

Countless headlines were instantly published on the interstellar internet; the speed of these professional media personnel was surprisingly fast.

Just a minute ago, the two of them were unknown; the next minute, they were becoming a focal point for the media to attract viewers.

As Mu Fan's left arm hung down and his right hand patted Wang Nuonuo's shoulder, turning around from the mechanical platform in an instant.

The faces of the two were faithfully recorded by countless cameras.

There wasn't a trace of emotional fluctuation on Mu Fan's handsome face, while Wang Nuonuo's expression was more resolute than ever before.

In the eyes of the bystanders, these two were undoubtedly tragic.

"Mr. Mu Fan, I am a reporter from Nexus News Agency. I want to ask, in what state of mind did you make this decision?"

"I am a special correspondent from Xinlan Media; I would like to ask Mr. Mu Fan whether your company has any secret weapons to engage in combat without logistical support?"

"I am..."

"Hello, this is..."

"Seeking sensationalism, is there any significance in attracting attention in this manner at this moment? This is a stage to determine the strongest, not a place for the weak to flaunt their tragedies. Please, Mr. Mu Fan, explain to the public why such a blatant occupation of resources is extremely disgraceful, damaging the image of the Fourth Star District!"

Mu Fan remained silent throughout, but upon hearing the last harsh and shrill question, he stopped in his tracks.

His gaze indifferently swept over, "Which media are you from?"