This is an era when everyone pilots a mech.
The sky split into nine fissures, and star beasts poured through. Nine out of every ten humans died. In the end, humanity only managed to hold its ground thanks to a sacred mech stele.
Since then, awakening a bonded mech at eighteen has become the greatest hurdle in everyone's life.
Guns, heavy armor, and long-range firepower are the accepted answers of this age.
As for the blade-type path, where you charge in with a sword? It's been a century since anyone stood out. Anyone who picks it is just cannon fodder.
The whole school burst out laughing on the day Lin Yuan awakened.
What he formed was an F-rank, bare-bones sword mech: the lowest grade, the most useless type, and without even a decent weapon mount.
But nobody knew that a voice had sounded in his mind at the same time.
[Sword Ancestor System successfully bound.]
[Basic swordsmanship has reached perfection.]
[Synchronization rate: 100%, no upper limit.]
Other people spend ten years of blood and sweat just to take their swordsmanship from the basics to a respectable level.
But the moment he drew his sword, he had already reached the pinnacle of mortal swordsmanship.
Later, one by one, those waiting to laugh at him fell silent.
In the practical exam, his F-rank mech stopped a C-rank Thunder mech with one sword strike.
Hunting in the wilds, he was only at the Iron rank, yet pinned a third-tier star beast to the ground with one stroke.
When the beast tide besieged the city, heavy artillery pounded away for three days without breaking through the sixth-tier Beast King. Lin Yuan split it in half with a single sword.
Later still, Lin Yuan took his sword and fought his way into the stars.
Only then did the myriad races understand that the blade-type path they'd mocked for a century had never been cannon fodder.
There was simply only one person in this world worthy of that sword.
Guns and cannons are the romance of this age.
My sword is where this age ends.
