According to the regulations of the Freshman Competition, all combat suits and equipment are subject to certain restrictions. This isn’t a battlefield; mechas are not allowed to be worn, nor is the use of battle armor permitted. The combat capabilities of newcomers are almost nullified.
In the event of an accident, due to equipment issues, they could end up as sitting ducks.
Only divine-level mechas can avoid being detected upon review.
"Now we need to determine whether others have also brought divine-level mechas. If they have," Su Ye extended two fingers, a sneer forming on his lips, "it proves two things. First, if everyone has them, it suggests that we might indeed become cannon fodder. Second, our family has abandoned us, turning us into expendables."
"There’s a third possibility," Qin Mo’s expression had calmed, "if we have become expendables, it would also indirectly prove that our family no longer stands united with the other Guardian Families, either siding with the Royal Family or striving for independence."
Whichever the outcome, it was unfavorable to them both.
Their fate wouldn’t be a good one.
The two exchanged glances, then burst into laughter together. Su Ye stood up and said in a relaxed tone, "Although it’s a bit miserable, thankfully Lin Fu warned us. It’s not too late. If worse comes to worst, I’ll just seek refuge with Lin Fu."
"That depends on her capabilities."
Also, the team is missing Mervin and Celia who should have been here. Do you think it’s a coincidence or premeditated?"
The same discussion was happening in another room. Nolan shamelessly followed Lin Fu all the way to her room, immediately teasing her about the messiness not meeting hygiene standards, warning that in the military, such disorder could lead to punishment.
Lin Fu felt the urge to kick him out.
What kind of man mocks a woman’s messy room, seriously lacking in emotional intelligence?
"Don’t shove me out, I have something to say."
Only then did Nolan drop his jesting demeanor, speaking seriously, "Before I came here, my older brother temporarily lent me his divine-level mecha."
"It seems your brother really dotes on you." Joshua wasn’t yet the Duke, his resources not as abundant as Fu Xing’s, but his care for his brother was genuine.
"Of course," Nolan bragged, then added, "Do you trust Mervin and Celia?"
Lin Fu was taken aback.
"They were supposed to come, but didn’t because of injuries from an assassination attempt." At this moment, Nolan lost all traces of his unserious demeanor, his eyes deep and sharp, "I just don’t believe it. I can’t believe Celia’s injuries would take so long to heal. Oh right, she is now a Duke, different from us, not in our world anymore."
Nolan’s tone was filled with resentment, not because he envied Celia but rather due to his displeasure with the upper echelons treating them like cannon fodder, the contemptuous attitude.
No one would be happy being treated as expendable, as cannon fodder.
Lin Fu’s voice trembled slightly, "What about Mervin?"
Nolan glanced at her, "I know you trust Mervin more than you trust me, but the fact is, I am here with you now, and he’s not."
Having said that, he left without turning back.
Lin Fu called out, but for some reason, he seemed crazy, ignoring her completely.
She would rather suspect Celia; she had never trusted her anyway.
When it came to Mervin, Lin Fu always remembered the heart-to-hearts they shared, the time confined together and the subsequent facing of accusations, with Mervin standing protectively in front of her.