Sunlight lazily filtered through the curtains onto Xiang Fan's cluttered work desk. The wood grain was barely discernible, and everywhere was a mountain of rune diagrams, shimmering psionic modules, and a pile of half-disassembled mecha parts. These parts were so haphazardly arranged that they seemed to be fighting among themselves, yet Xiang Fan could always find what he needed amidst this chaos.

He yawned loudly and scratched his messy hair, as if he hadn't slept for several hours last night. He muttered to himself, "Sleep? No way! Mecha optimization is the eternal truth!"

He expertly connected his consciousness to the psychic network, and the screen instantly lit up, revealing a virtual world woven with runic light streams. The main interface of the Spirit Realm battlefield slowly loaded, and familiar background music played, as if urging him to enter the battlefield. Xiang Fan casually manipulated the interface and lazily said, "This time, I must fix the problem with the psychic control module! I swear to you, Xiang Fan, I won't eat lunch until it's fixed!"

Upon entering the Spirit Realm battlefield, he immediately summoned his virtual mecha. From the outside, it looked like something freshly plucked from a scrapyard, plain and simple, devoid of any aesthetic appeal, even its parts showing signs of uneven polishing. But to Xiang Fan, this mecha was his lifeblood—its interior was the culmination of countless all-night modifications.

"Others are playing with combat, but I'm playing with my heartbeat!" Xiang Fan patted the mecha's chest armor, as if to cheer it up. "Today, our goal is clear. We must master psychic control!"

He swiped his finger to bring up the mech's attribute interface. The data flashing across the screen was more complex than a full-length novel. "Alright, here comes the key to the psychic output module!" Xiang Fan teleported the mech to the testing space of the Spirit Realm battlefield. This space was pure white, so empty it made one wonder if they had entered some mysterious realm, but it was also the perfect place for mech testing.

He activated the mech's psychic energy control program, and the shoulder psychic turrets began to flicker, indicating that psychic energy was flowing normally. Xiang Fan stared at the real-time data jumping on the screen, his fingers tapping on the control panel like the wind, and occasionally let out a low laugh. "Sure enough, perfect psychic energy flow only requires a little fine-tuning... Wait, what the hell is this?"

A set of abnormal data suddenly popped up on the screen, and the curve of psychic energy flow began to oscillate violently. It had been fine just a second ago, but now it was like a drunk, completely ignoring all commands.

"What's going on with this fluctuation?" Xiang Fan's eyes widened. He frantically retrieved the psychic module's internal data link, his spiritual sense quickly penetrating the module to investigate. He repeatedly checked his handwritten modification program, confirming there were no problems. He couldn't help but slap his forehead. "Impossible! My code has been verified three times!"

He stood up, walked around the mecha twice, and then looked down at the data on the screen. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong: "This psychic energy fluctuation seems to be playing a joke on me! It's definitely not my fault!"

To dispel his doubts, he ran another system test using the psychic simulation program, but the data on the screen continued to jump as if possessed by a demon. He muttered, "If I hadn't known I hadn't drunk, I'd have thought my control program was drunk too."

To understand the root of the problem, he decided to conduct a thorough tracing of the psychic energy flow. He connected his consciousness further into the module, attempting to find anomalies in the deepest psychic nodes. The data flow on the screen became more complex, even twisting like a snake.

"This question is too outrageous!" Xiang Fan couldn't help but complain, "Stop messing around with the psychic module. I didn't install a soul module for you!"

Just as he was immersed in the ocean of data, the flow of psychic energy suddenly stopped, and the entire mech fell into a brief silence. A red alarm box popped up on the screen: Psychic shock overload, the system is about to be forced to restart.

Xiang Fan's forehead suddenly broke out in sweat, and he frantically operated the mecha's manual control panel, trying to find the source of the problem before the system restarted. "If this blows up, won't all my work last night be wasted?"

The system restart countdown sounded slowly. He watched the time running out, his heart filled with anxiety, but he couldn't help but complain: "I don't believe I can't handle it! Psionic system, give me three more seconds! Three seconds is enough!"

With a hum, the mech restarted, the psychic module's glow gradually returning to normal, and the fluctuations stabilized. Xiang Fan slumped in his chair, gasping for breath. "Sure enough, this psychic control module is still not obeying! It looks like it needs a redesign." He stared at the curve on the screen that had returned to a stable state, a smile playing on his lips. "But it's not completely without progress. At least this time the problem isn't with me."

Xiang Fan continued to track the source of the psychic fluctuations. The data on the screen was like a jumping fish, sometimes disappearing slitheringly, sometimes reappearing in another place. His eyes became more and more focused, and his hands tapped the console rapidly. "Interesting, why is this fluctuation playing hide-and-seek with me?"

Finally, he caught a glimpse of something unusual in a section of the rune chain. This rune chain had an intricate structure, but it had a "broken" logic. Normally, psychic energy wouldn't be able to pass through such a broken chain, but actual data showed that psychic energy flowed through this gap with incredible ease, like water flowing around a boulder.

"What the hell?" Xiang Fan scratched his head as he quickly checked the program. He slightly adjusted the psychic input, and a new string of data instantly popped up on the screen. And his mecha interface had unexpectedly added an "advanced function"!

"Permission bypass?!" Xiang Fan's eyes widened, nearly falling off his chair in shock. After repeated verification, he realized it wasn't his mecha's program that was at fault, but rather a design flaw in the psychic network itself. He clutched his forehead and muttered to himself, "I can't be the first to discover this kind of flaw in the psychic network, am I? This is outrageous!"

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