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.


Tian Xingjian stumbled and stood pitifully aside, looking helplessly at the foreman with furrowed brows and angry eyes. Tou'er reacted quickly, smiling apologetically to the foreman, "Third Brother, this is my roommate, new here and doesn't know the rules. Please don't be mad." He nudged Fatty and said, "Newcomers can't just take tools. You have to register at the management office over there and get a number tag. Only with the tag can you get tools." He pointed to the small oval tag pinned to his clothes, "See, like this."


Chapter 224 - Modified: Volume 4 Chapter 15 Elliot