The Universe Restarts: I Rely on Ancient Martial Arts Mecha to Kill Gods

When Zhou Cheng woke up in severe pain, what he saw was not the familiar laboratory ceiling, but two scarlet moons hanging high outside the broken transparent dome. "Warning: Abnormal vital signs. Unidentified gene sequence detected." A cold electronic voice sounded directly in his mind. Fragments of memories that did not belong to him came flooding in - Lin Xing, 18 years old, a top student at Dawn City Mecha Academy, died in an "accidental" mecha explosion three hours ago. Zhou Cheng struggled to get up and found himself in some kind of medical cabin. Reflected through the bulkhead, he saw a young and unfamiliar face. Just then, a blaring alarm sounded throughout the facility. "Level 1 alert: The Protoss reconnaissance unit breaks through the third line of defense and is expected to arrive in this area in 120 seconds. All combatants are in place immediately." The medical bay door suddenly slid open, and a stern-looking girl pointed a gun at him. "Lin Xing, or... Whatever it is that occupies his body." The girl's voice was as cold as her mecha. "I'll give you two choices: prove that you are still useful, or I will let you rest in peace now." Zhou Cheng looked at his trembling hands - this body was too weak. But in his mind, the ancient martial arts instinct of the special forces had awakened. In the hangar far away, the damaged training mecha was emitting a resonance that only he could hear...