Aran Planet is part of the 19th Administrative District of the Interstellar Federation. It is located at the edge of the federal territory and is connected to the Snazena Empire. It is a border defense and military center.

At least one colonel is stationed here at ordinary times. During the most glorious moments, even many major military conferences were held here.

Unfortunately, there are unforeseen circumstances. Just a few years ago, the Snazena Empire suddenly launched an attack and sent a large number of troops to attack. However, Aran was easy to attack and difficult to defend. This led to Aran being abandoned, and only a small number of troops were still stationed here.

, which resulted in Aran Star becoming a gathering place for some refugees without status.

Because there was a planet-level battle just a few years ago, the surroundings of Aran were covered with space junk. The only safe way to get out was the army's teleportation array, which cost one hundred star coins at a time.

There is a shortage of supplies here, and even the army can only rely on the supplies from the teleportation array once a month to barely fill their stomachs. Most people still live a life of full meals and hungry meals.

In City No. 9, although it was already dark at this time, the central city was still brightly lit. The open space in the center that was originally used as a training ground for new recruits was now filled with all kinds of garbage.

There are scrapped mechas that cannot be used, the remains of various guns, and fragments of optical brains... This place is always crowded with people at this time every day.

They would rummage through these garbage dumps to find various intact parts, and then sell them to the army in exchange for a mouthful of dry food. The refugees jokingly called this behavior - treasure hunting.

In a small corner of the garbage heap, a young man was rummaging through the garbage heap, looking for something, and whether he would look at the lamp to measure it. But don't get me wrong, he was not "treasure hunting", but looking for something.

Suitable parts to repair the mecha, a mecha that is exclusive to him.

His name is Zou Zhenghui, he is 18 years old this year, and his identity is unknown, but according to his grandfather who raised him since childhood, he was dumped in the garbage dump of the space station. When he was picking up rags, he happened to see Zou Zhenghui, and he felt compassion for a moment.

He brought Zou Zhenghui back with his heart.

Over the years, their grandfather and grandson have relied on picking up rags in the universe to make a living. Until their grandfather suddenly disappeared a few years ago, leaving only him and an old mecha that had been obsolete for an unknown period of time, so he followed the crowd here.

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Normally, he uses his mecha to clean up the garbage around Yalan Star and exchange money with the military, but for some unknown reason recently, this old mecha suddenly has a problem. No matter what,

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If it just can't move, it's probably because the core chip of the main console is broken.

However, because they are only old mechas from decades ago, all parts have been discontinued, so Zou Zhenghui has been here to try his luck in the past few days to see if he can find a suitable replacement part.

But maybe the parts of the mecha were really too old. Zou Zhenghui searched for a long time but still couldn't find them. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, he had no choice but to go home first.

But the moment he stood up, a black light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Zou Zhenghui was stunned because a translucent blue light screen appeared in his eyes.

[Machine: King Arthur (under seal)

Overall score: sss

Status: No energy (stopped)

Suggested repair method: replenish v-shaped energy 78 liters

Second body: unknown (dormant)]

"King Arthur?" Zou Zhenghui felt a little baffled. One was a legendary mecha that was said to be an enemy of the country, and the other was an old civilian mecha that made his butt squirm a little while sitting. How could the two be related?

"Yes, Master. According to the system display, you have become King Arthur's new master. And the host is right. The mecha you drove before was indeed King Arthur."

"Really? And who are you? How can you read the thoughts in my mind casually?" Zou Zhenghui looked around warily, wondering if someone was playing tricks on him.

But he suddenly thought that he seemed to have no friends... Well, it's really a sad story, but it also made Zou Zhenghui's doubts even greater. Even the most advanced optical brain in the world cannot read people.

thoughts in mind.

"This system is the highest-tech product of a galaxy-level civilization. When the civilization ends, it carries all the data through time and space, and finally possesses the host through a series of causal coincidences."

Zou Zhenghui's face was expressionless. What a galaxy-level civilization was? Although it sounded a bit unclear, he had no idea about it.

It's like a pauper suddenly got a treasure worth hundreds of millions but can't move it. He doesn't understand it, and he has no need to understand it. After all, he can't even eat enough now. How not to starve to death is his first priority.

Questions to think about.

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"Um, the host doesn't seem happy to see me?" The system was stunned. Although he had expected various emotions that Zou Zhenghui would have, Zou Zhenghui remained expressionless after listening to its self-narration.

Unexpected.

"What's the use of you?" Zou Zhenghui raised his eyebrows. The thin panel in front of him couldn't do anything. After all, he didn't even know whether the information on it was true or false. How could it be possible for him to believe it.

"Because the system was damaged due to traveling through space, the system only has the most basic mecha diagnosis and repair functions. However, please rest assured, host, this system swears in the name of a galaxy-level civilization that there will never be a trace of what you see.

error."

"Then is it true that the mecha you wrote here is unable to move due to lack of energy? It's impossible. I just added energy a few days ago." According to what his grandfather told him before, this old mecha consumes a lot of energy.

It has a lot of energy, so he spent huge sums of money to fill the mecha with Type II energy.

"King Arthur, an SSS-level melee mecha, is 57 meters tall, uses a nine-core engine, icou operating system, battleship-level stealth capabilities, and consumes 0.75 liters of V-type energy per 100 meters."

"I don't understand. Please be more straightforward." In order to provide food and clothing, Zou Zhenghui and his grandfather have been traveling between galaxies for so many years. They don't even have a stable home, so where can they learn about these mechas?

What about knowledge?

"0.75 liters of type V energy is equal to 750 liters of type II energy according to the Interstellar Federation's conversion method."

"But I have never encountered this problem when I have been using the i-type energy source left by my grandfather for so many years? Why does it not work when I switch to type II energy source?" Zou Zhenghui thought for a long time, but never figured it out.

But he already had a plan in his mind to try pouring some i-type energy when he went back. Anyway, it was left by his grandfather and it didn't cost him any money.

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