I Asked You to Make a Model, and You Rubbed Your Hands to Attack Freedom?

In a parallel world, the competition of miniature mecha core machines determines the true direction of global military technology! The Tianshu College Machine War Expo is about to take place. Because the main research and development is blocked, his best friend Jiang Qi approaches Chu Yan, who runs a dilapidated studio. "Old Chu, the SHIELD Technician next door took out all the fifth-generation semi-mechas!" "This battle-damaged version of the scrapped mass-produced machine is handed over to you!" "Only one week! Just put on a sci-fi shell, install some breathing lights, make a fancy appearance, go to the expo to fool the opponent, and scare the opponent away!" Faced with a piece of junk, Chu Yan turned on the system with a backhand! Ordinary plastic doesn't feel oppressive? Directly redeem a complete set of black technology blueprints for "Seraph/Strike Freedom"! That night, a dozens-page list of military-grade material allocations directly confused the experts in the college's core material library. "You call this a large figure? Have you ever seen any figure that requires [5kg armored titanium alloy] and [aerospace grade coil]?" The expert's scalp was numb and he was thinking wildly: "I understand! This is definitely Mr. Meng from the National Military Industry Headquarters. He is secretly testing the true sixth-generation actual combat engine in the name of a college student!" A week later, the National College Expo. When rival colleges showed off their power with fifth-generation semi-mechas and mocked Tianshu College for only playing with glowing plastic models. Chu Yan pressed the start button. "Boom!" The miniature cold fusion engine roars! Six god-like ion light wings instantly shredded the bulletproof glass of the booth! Twelve miniature magnetic levitation cannons were launched into the air, directly locking down all the organisms in the place!