A Pilot with no Mech
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ye Chong eventually regained himself, though not really in his prime at the moment. There was a drought happening in his throat, an earthquake in his head. His focus was everywhere that he could only let off a bitter laugh.
How did I get to the field? What had just happened? Oh my Fal galaxy, is this the execution?
He somehow knew something but he could not recall.
"Number 231, Number 231, please proceed to the mech practical test area."
Number 231, that's me. But...
Ye Chong was confused as he looked at the strange and frightful gazes from the surrounding. He felt respect but it was a different kind of respect, not the one he got when he was with the Sangs, there was... something else?
"Mu, what just happened?" asked Ye Chong.
"Oh nothing," said Shang briefly. "You passed the test."