The God of Death failed to land a surprise attack. Instead, he received a head split and was carried off the stage. It was said that he was hit by the successive defeats, a shadow was cast on the challenge arena, and he never appeared in the underground factory again.
Of course, this was an afterword.
West Landing kicked Death God’s head off and went straight off the stage. The referee didn’t even have time to ask him how he felt about his victory.
There were cheers in the arena. Obviously, there was a group of spectators who did not like Death God before, and now their emotions were gradually rising. West Landing, however, seemed to be unable to hear these sounds and walked out directly.
Wei San looked at his unrestrained back in the work room, and could not help feeling that Brother Landing was still as direct as ever.
However, his murderous spirit seemed to be much heavier.
It was unforeseen what he’s been doing these days.
After turning off her light brain, Wei San continued to work with her hands. With her eyes closed, she used her senses to probe into the parts in her mind. Even without opening her eyes, the parts and items on her hands were glued together, piecing together accurately.
As for the main body of the mecha, it took Wei San a whole day to create a rough estimate. In the evening, she took a rest and squatted at the door of the shop to eat noodles with the boss.
She suddenly received a message from West Landing: [Do you want to participate in the team competition together?]
Wei San was carrying a bowl and almost choked. They were perfectly fine, why did he suddenly want her to join in the team competition.
“You seem quite familiar with West Landing.” The shopkeeper squatting on the side came to look at her message interface and said, “Can you help me get an autograph?”
Wei San glanced at the shopkeeper and unconsciously turned her back to him. As a result, the interface was seen more clearly by the boss.
“Why don’t you set the interface to private directly?” The shopkeeper shook his head and continued to eat his own noodles.
When Wei San heard this, she became angry. When she first spent 30,000 star coins to buy the light brain, the clerk specifically said that the interface had a privacy screen. As a result, when she went back home to take a look at it, the interface automatically coded her ID, and the other things were clearly exposed. Moreover, the privacy of other people’s light brain interface meant that other people couldn’t see the interface except the light brain owner, and for this one, as the owner herself, even she can’t see her ID.
What a good guy, false propaganda was the same in any world.
She’s already bought everything, so Wei San could only make do with it.
After several mouthfuls of noodles, Wei San finally got up and responded to West Landing: [Three people are required for the team competition, and there will be need for a mechanic in the later stages.]
There were two kinds of playing methods for the L3 level. One was an individual PK as before. The other was the team competition, in which light, medium and heavy mecha compete together. In the team competition, points and star currency rewards would all double, but Wei San has never thought of looking for other people before, and she also does not know them.
West Landing: [I know, I asked today. You are a medium-sized mecha. I also have a friend who is good at using heavy mecha. The team competition should be more interesting, and we can get onto the leaderboard earlier.]
Entering the leaderboard meant that they could be upgraded in the later stage. Wei San has always wanted to obtain an upgrade and receive bigger rewards.
Bowing to life: [I can, but I only have time on the weekends.]
West Landing: [Coincidentally, we only have time on the weekends recently.]
Bowing to life: [Which random pool is your friend in L3 in now?]
Wei San wanted to gather some information about his friend.
West Landing : [Oh, he’s still playing on the ground floor. He just came in.]
West Landing probably knew that this was a bit out of line, and immediately explained: “It doesn’t matter. I told him that he can challenge across levels and he should be promoted next week.” Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥
As soon as Wei San finished reading the message he sent, she immediately received a notification from the system: [West Landing recommended ‘F*** you to death’.]
West Landing : [this is my friend, you can add each other as friends first.]
Wei San: [……Your friend’s ID is quite unique.]
West Landing : [Your IDs are all unique.]
For some time, Wei San did not know whether West Landing was really praising them or seriously satirizing them.