National Mecha: I Rub the Anti-Matter Mecha with My Hands

In Imperial Era 2174, energy affinity testing determines everyone's fate. Class A is a natural mecha pilot who enjoys glory and wealth; class F is a waste and is only qualified to tighten screws at the logistics and maintenance post. Sixteen-year-old Liang Muzhi's test result was F grade. But no one knew that this boy, who was defined by the world as "waste", was quietly making the craziest thing in human history in an abandoned warehouse underground in the city, using parts dug out of garbage dumps, defective products bought from the black market, and a pair of hands covered with calluses and scars. A mecha with pure antimatter at its heart. It is not an assembly line product of a military industrial enterprise, nor is it a design drawing by an imperial academician. It is something he made by himself, atom by atom. While the empire's geniuses were simulating data with equipment worth billions in a constant-temperature laboratory, Liang Muzhi faced a miniature sun that could destroy half a city block in a drafty warehouse and pressed it with his hand. When the elite pilots of the Federation were sweeping the battlefield in the most advanced mechas, Liang Muzhi's "scrap metal" without shell, weapons, or even a cockpit was quietly curling up in the dust, waiting for the beating of a heart. This is a story about how the "defined" redefine the world. This is a story about a genius born in a garbage dump, how to create a mecha by hand, proving to the entire universe—— Talent is God-given. But the hand is my own.