On a graduation trip, You Zhuo's whole family was killed in a car accident, leaving him alone. What was the point of living? He should just kill himself.
Then an online friend, whom he had always thought was part of some special group, suddenly called him.
Unexpectedly, he transmigrated to the interstellar world.
Just as he thought he was about to tear through everything in his path,
he was told that people here had an average grip strength of an astonishing 500 kilograms, and that an ordinary high school girl had the physical strength of a baby by their standards.
Well, what could he say?
He was doomed.
Wen Ningle said, "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
Well, then, let's hear the good news first.
"The good news is that your mental strength is above 3S, the highest among humanity."
And the bad news?
"Your mental contamination level is at 99%. You could go mad and kill yourself at any moment."
Uh...
With no other choice, he had to become a mental healer and pharmacist to survive.
He'd made it to the interstellar world. What would be the point if he didn't pilot a mech?
Since he was already here,
he might as well create a whole new kind of mech the world had never seen before.
