Help! Do Interstellar Talisman Masters Have to Repair Mechas Too?

[Interstellar + Mecha Engineer + Talismans + Play the pig to eat the tiger + Ensemble Cast + Coming of Age + Military Academy]

"Report, Instructor! The mecha engineer on our team doesn't just refuse to repair mechas, she's drawing weird symbols all over their armor!"

Song Tingxue, a grandmaster of talisman arts, woke up in the interstellar age as a good-for-nothing. Her psychic power rating was so low the instruments couldn't even measure it.

After finally being shoved into the military academy's unpopular mecha modification program, the whole school assumed she was just a pretty mascot who'd gotten in on her looks.

In an age when everyone worshipped high-level psychic power and superconducting energy, Song Tingxue stared at the cumbersome mecha and fell into thought. Wasn't this just a puppet doll wearing iron armor?

And so the most absurdly specialized squad in the entire galaxy was born:

The poor team couldn't afford expensive energy stones?

Song Tingxue made a few bold strokes, stuck a [Spirit-Gathering Lightning-Drawing Talisman] on the mecha's back, and the thunder roared, bringing its power output to the max. One lightning slash wiped out an entire horde of alien beasts!

The mecha's defenses were too weak?

One [Indestructible Diamond Talisman] turned its flimsy light armor into a shield that withstood a planetary annihilation cannon. The enemy's main cannon overloaded, while the light armor didn't even lose a speck of paint!

Her teammates were all eccentrics in their own right:

The male infantryman who spent all day acting delicate and whimpering turned more ferocious than Godzilla when he drew his greatsword;

The coward who was afraid to step on an ant turned into a living King of Hell the moment he sat in the command cockpit, ruthlessly taking down the enemy squad;

When the ten-school alliance joined forces to surround this ragtag band of misfits in the interstellar finals, Song Tingxue casually pulled out a stack of yellow paper talismans.

"Everyone, trust in science, or... care to taste the Nine Heavens' Mystic Thunder?"

The entire interstellar audience dropped to their knees. "Help! Someone control them! This squad is way too underhanded!!"