The Pharmacist Charges In Carrying Her Mecha

[Blurb]

In New Calendar Year 231, the Zerg have returned from the ashes with an unprecedented offensive. The Federation's border defense line is on the verge of collapse.

The Federation military issues an order to restructure its military academies. The Eighty-Third Military Academy is set to be shut down, and its only solution is the Federation Military Academy League a year from now.

Zhan Mingyi, a second-year student in the Pharmaceutical Nutrition Department of the Logistics Support Academy, has B-rank psychic power. Her professors all describe her as an utterly ordinary but promising candidate for a pharmacist, the sort who swings test tubes around.

As for how she ended up on the school team, her classmates look at Zhan Mingyi, whose face is bruised and swollen from a beating, and say: "No idea. She came charging in, shouting something about freedom and dreams."

Zhan Mingyi has only six points to make about this: "..."

*

Zhan Mingyi is often troubled by the team she was talked into joining. It seems a little strange...

A commander whose psychic power is constantly out of control and who is literally insane;

A lawless, hair-trigger solo fighter who thinks of nothing but making her train harder;

A short-tempered, pint-sized mecha mechanic who gets things done by swinging a wrench;

An artistic reconnaissance soldier who often goes offline and loves to solve everything with money;

And... her, the logistics student with no strength to swat a chicken, the school team's captain by a lottery-based election.

How could anyone think this team has a future?!

The media's scathing reviews: "The Weirdest Team in This Year's League, No Contest" and "Terrible News! The Federation Has No Successors."

Their opponents sneer: "Is the Eighty-Third Academy so short on people that it's putting logistics students on the field just to make up the numbers?"

Until they fight their way into the finals.

Until the legacy of Marshal Ye, thought lost for two hundred years, lights up once more.

Until the hands hiding in the dark finally reach for these unknown young people...

When the entire stadium is thrown into chaos by the pressure of a rampaging 4S psychic power, everyone looks at Zhan Mingyi, the only one still standing in the arena, and finally realizes they may have overlooked something.

The "useless" logistics pharmacist they looked down on is the one monster on this team they should never have ignored!

"Whatever your problem is, our pharmacists have always had a cure for everything."

Years later, the people of the Federation still remember that year, when a dazzling group of young people, full of unbending spirit, fearlessly fought for the Federation and for humanity.

Some finally remember, too, that the forgotten land once had a name that rang out loud: Dawn.

--With the unshakable resolve of soldiers, we swear to defend humanity's final line of defense with our lives, until the dawn comes. Even in death, we shall endure.

[Coming Soon: Mecha Sent Me Flying in the Apocalypse, Note: The main story is in third person]

Year five of the apocalypse. Monday again, the day of the week I hate, just like every Monday for the past five years.

Monday means the streets will once again be crawling with the walking dead, undoing all the cleanup team's work from the past week.

Oh, right. I mean walking dead literally: those things with half an eyeball, a third of an arm, and bodies shriveled and black as charcoal. You might prefer to call them zombies, but they aren't like the old-world drones who only knew how to lay bricks.

They're much freer than those drones.

That day, as usual, I lead my team to clear out the newly risen zombies. Every newly spawned little zombie we pass goes crazy over me.

It's embarrassing to say, but I've gotten used to living surrounded by stars. Anyone who spends three to five years in the apocalypse would get used to it, so it's just another ordinary Monday.

If that rift hadn't suddenly appeared.

*

That day, a rift split the sky. The haze that had hung over the apocalypse day after day was torn open, and countless enormous metal machines crashed to the ground in panic. The zombies and mechas stared at each other, unsure who should scream first.

The Emergency Joint Government designates Zone A, the area most severely affected by the merger, as a joint experimental zone. It is to be governed by Wen Zhao, the head of the Zone A apocalypse base, and Lin Chen, the Federation military's Zone A commander.

From then on, Zone A is plunged into utter chaos.

*

I, Wen Zhao, head of the Zone A apocalypse base, have been burning zombies on the street outside the base for five years. My heart has long since turned to ice.

That Lin Chen says he's a commander in the Interstellar Federation. I've never heard of it.

They say Lin Chen is my new coworker, but he can't burn zombies and doesn't like talking to me. He wears the same icy expression that says none of this concerns him. He's annoying.

Still, seeing as he looks pretty good, I've decided overnight to make him my husband and have him join my bandit stronghold.

Theme: Even when trapped in the abyss, keep your heart turned toward the dawn