In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.


Fatty still had that loser look, his eyes nervously watching Rex, who was gobbling down food. He quietly moved his body and sneakily grabbed the leftover meal at the door, shoving it into his mouth. Although his actions were quick, they couldn't escape Rex's eyes. The other four prisoners widened their mouths in disbelief. Was Fatty missing a screw? Rex was in a foul mood, and Fatty dared to take food without permission! Especially knowing he hadn't even been to trial yet!


Chapter 214 - Volume 4 Chapter 9 Sleepwalking_3