Next to Xiang Fan's rental apartment, there's a vacant lot covered in weeds and piled high with scrap metal. It used to be part of an abandoned warehouse, but it had long been derelict, and he had semi-occupied it as his "private maintenance area."

At this moment, Xiang Fan poured all the parts on the ground, lifted up his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like an old technician ready to start work, with a firm look in his eyes.

"Old buddy, today is the day you are reborn!"

"Although it may only be half a life..."

He patted his battered mecha.

——A twenty-year-old obsolete model, with a mottled shell, a damaged core, a completely scrapped leg transmission system, and even cracks in the cockpit screen.

But it doesn't matter, he has feelings for this guy, like a mecha version of "Old Car".

The first thing to repair is the psychic circuit.

The energy system of a mecha is like human blood vessels, and the psychic circuit is like the nerve circuit. Once it is broken, the entire body will be completely paralyzed.

Xiang Fan knelt on the ground, picked up a few long-burned and twisted circuit wires, and frowned.

"This thing is completely burned out. There's no way to fix it."

He glanced at the scrap pile, picked out a few circuits that looked relatively intact, and snapped them off with pliers, stripping the wires before connecting them with a psychic welding torch.

Ding! Snap! Bang!

He welded seriously, blowing on it from time to time.

"Good! The main circuit is complete!"

He shook his slightly numb fingers and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The power core of a mecha is equivalent to its heart.

Xiang Fan picked up the scrapped power core he had "picked up", opened the outer shell, and found that the engraved runes inside it were badly worn, but fortunately it could still be repaired.

"This thing, no matter how you look at it, looks like a high-end product."

"Sure enough, big companies are big companies. Even the scrapped items are better than anything I've ever seen."

As he muttered, he picked up the psychic carving knife and carefully re-carved along the path of the inscribed runes.

——Chi——Chi——

The spiritual light flickered slightly, and he felt that the resistance of the carving knife was a bit strong. It was obvious that these runes were once high-level inscriptions, but over time, the surface was severely damaged.

After carving for a whole day, his hands were so sore that he couldn't lift them, but the core engraving runes finally recovered to 60%.

“It should work!”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the power core back in, and connected the psychic line.

The legs of the mecha were the most troublesome part, because the original ones were completely broken, so he could only piece them together by himself, combining various mismatched parts into a leg.

"Left calf—use this!"

"Right ankle...can this one work?"

"Thigh drive shaft, this one looks like it can turn."

In this way, he picked and chose from a pile of parts and assembled the mismatched models into a complete leg transmission system.

"Why do these legs feel a bit like a piece of assembled car?"

He stepped back, contemplating his handiwork, scratching his head and muttering to himself.

——Don’t worry about it, as long as it works!

Finally, he sat in the aging and cracked cockpit, picked up a rag and casually wiped the dust off the dashboard.

"Let's see if this thing still lights up."

He flipped the switch—

drop--!

The main screen flashed and then lit up!

“Awesome!”

He originally thought that the screen was useless, but he didn't expect that it could still display simple psychic data.

However, a bunch of red alerts popped up on the data interface——

The power transmission is unstable. The power core is damaged. The right leg drive shaft may fall off. There is a risk of leakage in the energy circuit.

"Uh..." Xiang Fan looked at the alarms and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Good fellow, with all these illnesses, I'm afraid he'll die on the battlefield."

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a test anyway, as long as it can stand up!

Xiang Fan took a deep breath, placed his hand on the psychic input device, and slowly input a trace of spiritual power.

"start up!"

--boom!

The mecha's core engine hummed, the body vibrated slightly, and dust flew up.

Then, gently lift your left leg...

Xiang Fan's heart beat faster and he stared intently.

"It worked! It moved!"

--boom!

The mecha took the first step in its life!

Xiang Fan clenched his fists excitedly.

but--

"Beep, beep, beep! Alarm!"

The next second, a bunch of new red warnings suddenly popped up on the screen.

"The leg transmission system is abnormal!" "The psychic transmission circuit is overloaded!" "About to-"

“Wait, wait—!”

--Bang!

As soon as the mecha took the second step, the entire mecha fell to the ground with a thud, raising high clouds of dust around it.

Xiang Fan's head hit the console with a bang, and the pain made him see stars.

He sat in the cockpit in a daze, looking at the tattered mecha lying on the ground outside. He was stunned for three seconds, then sighed softly.

"Sure enough... there are too many broken parts. I have to repair them slowly."

He rubbed his head and continued to check the faulty parts in the system, and began to write down the parts that needed to be checked and replaced one by one.

The restoration plan is still ongoing...