Chapter 1
There was warm noise, young people in combat uniforms stood on the large podium, trophies were held high and colorful flowers filled the sky, and the cheers of celebration that resounded through the sky filled the entire mecha platform.
"Congratulations to KID for winning the First Star Domain Mecha League Championship!"
KID had been in decline for many years. It took him ten years to return to his current status, which excited countless audiences.
The broadcast on the virtual channel was accompanied by the excited voice of the commentator, and the screen was showing the operation scene of the blue mecha's energy cannon bombarding and winning. The special style of energy cannon, in particular, the perfect combination of charging and firing, attracted the attention of many people.
In the temporary maintenance room of the KID team, two young maintenance apprentices stood together, their faces filled with the joy of sharing glory.
"We finally won, and now we can go to the Star Alliance Tournament!"
"Brother Ying - look at the mecha we assembled! That shot is so powerful!"
"Sister Tang is being interviewed, and many people are asking about our weapons!"
The maintenance apprentice looked behind him and saw a wheelchair that had been staying there for a long time in the corner of the maintenance room where spare parts were scattered all over the floor.
The man was thin, and the mechanical arm on the armrest of his wheelchair was stained with black metal oil. His work clothes had a large black stain on them, and his skin was unusually pale. He cannot walk, his right arm is a mechanical prosthesis, and he can only move with the help of an intelligent robot.
Ying Chenlin is currently one of the maintenance technicians of their team and the main designer of the weapons for this Star Domain Tournament. However, due to his physical disability, he has not played with the team for many years and has never appeared in public.
The virtual screen was still showing the scene of the Mecha League. Ying Chenlin's eyes were fixed on the large virtual screen in the maintenance room, and his gaze stopped on the trophy filled with flowing light.
After a long time, he opened another page and watched the mecha's operation replay played on the virtual screen. He paid attention to the details of the battle and also memorized the parts of the mecha that still needed repair.
He said: "The mecha is seriously damaged, and there will be a big project when we get back."
"We should hold a celebration party when they come back, right? Brother Ying, don't think about work all the time. Sister Tang said you need to rest."
The apprentice turned his eyes away from the virtual screen and said to the man excitedly, "By the way, Brother Ying, Sister Tang said that she will drag you out of this maintenance room when we go to the Star Alliance Tournament. People outside are always discussing who made our team's weapons..."
Suddenly, the apprentice caught a glimpse of something spreading out, and his pupils shrank slightly!
"Brother Ying! Your hand is bleeding!"
"Get on the medical machine first—where's the doctor?"
The sleeves of the work clothes mixed with metallic oil were covered with dark brown marks, which spread little by little. Ying Chenlin came to his senses and when he lifted his sleeves he saw that blood was rapidly oozing out from the joint of the mechanical arms, which was particularly noticeable against his pale skin.
The doctor from the base rushed in and treated his wound with medical gauze, but the bleeding was completely out of control until the alarm sounded. The pain in the body came at this time, and the tingling sensation spread all over the body, veins became knotted, skin cracked, causing the whole body to tremble.
When the severe pain came, Ying Chenlin's mind was in a state of confusion. The dazzling white light turned into the colorful light in his distant memory, and a huge miniature of the mecha appeared in front of him.
"The patient had a genetic history and his condition deteriorated significantly, so he was sent directly to the medical center."
"Strange, his disease has been stable for several years!"
The virtual screen was still playing the mecha scene. The voice of KID boss Shen Xingtang seemed to come from a very far away place, "Yes! The modified energy cannon was made by our maintenance engineer. He specially designed a set of mecha weapons for our competition. His name is Ying Chenlin. He is an excellent maintenance engineer and was also a very good individual mecha engineer——"
Ying Chenlin heard someone calling his name and heard cheers nearby, as if he was back many years ago when he was a mecha pilot, carefree and longing for the vast battlefield.
He habitually grabbed the necklace on the side of his neck. The dull necklace was stained with his blood and glowed slightly.
The sound gradually faded away, and a second before he lost consciousness, Ying Chenlin caught a glimpse of the half-assembled mecha in the maintenance room. The black and red mecha was half assembled, and a core energy source seemed to be glowing. It has not yet embarked on the journey it should have, just as he has not had time to touch the possibilities of the future.
In the year 1257 of the Star Calendar, Ying Chenlin, the first individual mecha grand slam winner of the Mecha Alliance and maintenance engineer of the KID team, died due to worsening illness at the age of 30.
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The pain deep in the bone marrow gradually became numb, the smell of metal oil and blood gradually became blurred, the dazzling light faded like running water, and all the bizarre lights became real after cracking layer by layer, reorganizing into a white room.
"The medical records have been handed in."
"Chen Lin? What are you daydreaming about?"
Who is calling me...?
The sound of KID's victory seemed to still echo in his ears. He seemed to hear someone in the maintenance room calling for a doctor, and he also seemed to hear someone calling him from very close by. When Ying Chenlin opened his eyes, everything around him seemed a little blurry, with white light and shadows overlapping, and his thoughts were in a daze.
A tingling sensation filled his brain, and a huge amount of information poured in bit by bit. He endured the headache and scanned everything around him. This was not the maintenance room of the KID base. There were no colleagues here, and no mechas that needed urgent repairs...
It seems that he was sent to the medical center by the base doctor.
But where is this? Mecha technician inspection room?
In the spacious, plain white consulting room, two intelligent robots stood beside it, and not far away was a sign that read "Mechanician Examination Room". Ying Chenlin's sight was focused on the distance, and gradually, he saw a person standing next to him, and on the other side of the table there seemed to be a person in a white coat with his back to him.
Not long after, the slightly plump man standing next to him suddenly turned around, revealing a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Ying Chenlin didn't say anything.
He hadn't been to the mecha inspection room since he retired due to disability.
There were two people sitting in the clinic. The slightly fat man called out to Ying Chenlin several times but received no response. He noticed that his face was pale and there was sweat on his forehead.
"You've been sweating a lot, are you okay?"
"Shen Lin!? Shen Lin, can you hear me?"
Ying Chenlin felt a little headache, and he subconsciously tried to adjust his wheelchair, but suddenly he hit something else. His original balance was broken at this moment, and he fell backwards with a bang.
Feeling pain in his waist and legs, Ying Chenlin looked at his legs in a trance. The pain of falling swept away the momentary haze in his mind, and the chaotic memory gradually became clear.
“Shen Lin!”
His legs... ? Ying Chenlin tilted his head and saw a nervous fat face.
The slightly fat man looked at him nervously, "Are you okay? How come you are so crazy during a checkup?"
Ying Chenlin looked at the man next to him and found the memory of his youth from his distant memory, "...Xun Bao?"
The last time he and Xun Bao met was five years ago. It was impossible for a person to cross the galaxy and appear in front of him, and it was also impossible for him to... become so young.
Xun Bao breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally you replied to me. You ignored me when I was talking to you just now."
He pulled Ying Chenlin to pull him up, but found that he was motionless, "Chenlin?"
Ying Chenlin looked at his legs, "...I can't walk."
Xun Bao turned around and shouted, "Doctor——!"
Ying Chenlin looked down at his hands, his eyes sweeping across the lines on the palm until they stopped on his intact right hand.
Hidden blue veins on the back of the hands, distinct bony hands... and a pair of healthy legs.
There is a soft touch under the pants, not hard machinery.
The footsteps overlapped, Ying Chenlin was pulled up by Xun Bao in a daze, the AI robot and the doctor rushed over, and the noise around suddenly became dense.
"Chen Lin?" Xun Bao looked at him nervously, "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Ying Chenlin said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine."
The doctor swiped the virtual screen, repeatedly confirming the medical examination record information. Ying Chenlin observed everything around him and saw his own medical record information on the public relations panel.の
[Ying Chenlin, male, 18 years old. ]
18 years old, Star Calendar Year 1245... 12 years ago.
Xun Bao looked at Ying Chenlin, then at the doctor next to him. He and Ying Chenlin came for the routine physical examination as adult mecha technicians. After the examination was completed, they were waiting to give the medical record to the doctor for signature. Who knew that Ying Chenlin suddenly became a little strange. Not only was he sweating, but he didn't respond when his name was called... and now he couldn't even walk.
After a long while, the doctor finally shifted his attention away from the medical record board, frowning tightly, "…This situation is a bit special, and several tests need to be re-screened."
Xun Bao suddenly became a little nervous: "What's going on?"
"Mecha technicians often connect nerves with mechas, so there might be something wrong with that." The doctor noticed Ying Chenlin's condition, called in an assistant robot, and then contacted other clinics. "To be on the safe side, let's do a genetic screening as well."
Ying Chenlin sat in a wheelchair and followed the robot to do a full examination. He looked at the strange yet familiar scenes around him. When passing by a treatment room, he saw his current self in the mirror, young and tender, with all his limbs intact... He looked exactly like he did when he was 18 years old.
In the year 1245 of the Star Calendar, he had just won the championship of the Individual Mecha Star Alliance Championship. He was a healthy, healthy, and bright 18-year-old.
Everything seems like a dream, false and unreal.
The examination didn't take long, and Xun Bao thought he could leave after it was done, but the doctor stopped them and said they had to wait for the test results.
When Xun Bao came out of the clinic and entered the temporary ward, he saw Ying Chenlin searching something with a light brain, and the robot next to him was diligently scanning the condition of his legs.
Seeing Ying Chenlin's pale face, he thought he was nervous because of the sudden incident. "Don't worry, wait for the doctor to check the results. It may be a problem with the nerve connection of the mecha cabin. There have been mecha technicians who have had this problem before."
Ying Chenlin looked at Xun Bao and asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going back to the store today?"
Xun Bao is the owner of a mecha retail store. He usually sells some mecha parts and runs a small business.
Ying Chenlin is his neighbor. They are four years apart in age, but they have always had a good relationship.
"Did you forget? My store is under renovation recently." Xun Bao looked at him strangely, "Why don't you ask the doctor to do another check-up? I think your memory is a bit problematic. You're not in good shape. You're very popular now. Many teams want to negotiate contracts with you recently. Don't let them fool you in your current state."
Contract... Ying Chenlin caught a glimpse of the red dot on the information bar in the light brain, and recalled what happened when he was 18 years old bit by bit. This year, he won the championship of the single-soldier mecha Star Alliance Championship. Although he did not have the freedom to sign a contract, he received invitations from various powerful teams. According to the trajectory of future development, he signed a contract with the team and continued to be active in the single-soldier mecha arena, winning multiple trophies.
Until he was 20 years old.
Ying Chenlin's eyes swept across everything around him and finally stopped at the light computer, which contained the star network information he searched. It was now 1245, and the 17th season of the individual mecha had just ended a few days ago. At the end of each season, he would come to the medical center for a regular physical examination as a mecha technician.
Xun Bao looked at Ying Chenlin in confusion. He always felt that the other party was in a strange mood today.
Ying Chenlin checked the time and asked, "Are the genetic results out yet?"
Xun Bao heard this and said, "They should be here soon. There aren't many people in the medical center today."
Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward was knocked open. The doctor's face was very solemn. He walked over quickly with a medical board in his hand and said in a serious tone: "The genetic results are out, and there is something wrong with your right hand."
Xun Bao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "Isn't it a problem with the legs? How did it become a hand?"
"No problem was found in the leg." The doctor paused, then said seriously: "After repeated examinations and verifications, we found a genetic disease in the patient's right arm."
Xun Bao originally wanted to have a good meal with Ying Chenlin after the examination. When he heard this, he didn't react for a while. He reluctantly said, "Doctor, please explain it clearly.
Don’t scare me, my friend is a mecha master, you can’t talk nonsense about genetic diseases. ”
"That's right." The doctor handed the medical board to Ying Chenlin, "We suspect you may have a genetic disease."
Xun Bao's face froze: "Are you kidding?"
Genetic disease is a disease that the Covenant cannot completely cure today.
As the Star Alliance has developed to this day, a person's physical constitution and mental strength determine their physical quality, and genetic disease is a disease that can destroy physical constitution and mental strength.
Once a genetic disease is detected, the location of the disease will be completely uncontrollable. In severe cases, it will affect the entire body and eventually cause systemic deterioration of the disease.
This genetic disease is not a general genetic problem that can be solved. The optimization of the physical and mental strength of the Covenant people has caused the disease to deteriorate to an incalculable degree. Even if they have studied human genes thoroughly, they cannot cure this genetic disease problem. In the end, they can only take extreme measures to control it.
Doctor: "We will conduct multiple screenings before a complete diagnosis is made. Genetic diseases are not minor illnesses. No problems were found in the legs, and the lesion in the right arm was also discovered by accident during our in-depth screening."
Ying Chenlin looked down at his right arm and thought that the problem had already appeared when he was 18 years old.
In his previous life, it took two years for his genes to backfire on him. The consequence was his defeat in an important competition. His mecha crashed, and when he was rushed to the medical center for emergency treatment, it was discovered that he had shown mid- to late-stage symptoms of a genetic disease.
At that time, the lesion was not limited to the right hand. The severity of the disease caused the disability of both legs and right hand. Moreover, because the treatment was too late, even if the diseased part was removed and prosthetic limbs were fitted, his legs could not be connected to the mechanical prostheses by nerves. In the end, he sat in a wheelchair for a full ten years.
Physical pain, huge compensation for breach of contract... and a career path that is no longer possible.
Ying Chenlin listened to the two people's discussion and glanced at his arms. His flesh was flawless and his fingertips still had thin calluses from his years of mecha training. Looking down, under his trouser legs was his leg that had not yet been amputated.
He closed his eyes, and his body was filled with abundant and smooth mental power, flowing to every limb and bone... He had not felt such mental power for a long time since he became disabled.
This is his best time.
Xun Bao was still discussing with the doctor. A genetic disease in a mecha pilot is no small matter, and Ying Chenlin is usually in good health, so how could he have this problem for no reason?
Just as Xun Bao was talking to the doctor about doing a second checkup, Ying Chenlin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "If it is a genetic disease, how can it be treated at this stage?"
Upon hearing this, the doctor looked at the boy on the bed. The boy was wearing casual clothes. His arms exposed outside the clothes showed smooth and beautiful thin muscles, and his straight back highlighted his unique physique.
Doctors check up on mecha technicians all year round. They know that they are concerned about their health, especially diseases. For mecha technicians, the slightest carelessness may ruin their career.
"The simplest treatment method is to remove the diseased gene site as quickly as possible, supplemented by drug intervention to control it."
"We need to take tissue from your right arm for further examination. The results will be out in three hours at the latest." The doctor hesitated and said the next sentence in the heavy atmosphere of the ward: "If it is confirmed to be a genetic disease with a mutation in the right arm, given the current situation, we can only come up with one treatment plan."
"We will recommend that you undergo gene repair surgery, amputate your right arm, and replace it with a mechanical prosthesis."
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