Here, unlike other undeveloped virgin planets, there won’t be many mecha pilots coming to take risks—there isn’t a single pilot in the world who would be willing to stay in a place like this, not even for a second. Without the hunters that are the mecha pilots, the mutant creatures are left without their greatest enemy.

Brian Clark’s home is inside a garbage mountain, with a large crack less than four meters wide leading to the outside. The metal crossbars jutting out here and there make this path look extremely dangerous.

Brian Clark didn’t slow down in the slightest. His legs were full of explosive power, each stride covering a great distance. Perhaps his movements now resembled some kind of ape, agile to an unbelievable degree. But on this garbage planet, there was no one else, so this astonishing scene was for Brian Clark alone to enjoy.

With a sudden burst of strength in his legs, Brian Clark leapt into the air. As his upward momentum waned, he grabbed a titanium rod suspended in midair, swung his body, did several flips, and landed steadily on the surface of the garbage mountain.

Brian Clark didn’t continue running forward. Instead, he rubbed the black, unremarkable metal ring on his left middle finger with the index finger of his right hand and called out softly, “Wendy!”

A blue-gray mecha appeared before Brian Clark. Out of habit, Brian Clark muttered to himself, “If only I could find a neural control receiver this time. Voice control is just terrible.” As he spoke, he nimbly climbed into the cockpit.

Wendy, like most humanoid mechas, was about ten meters tall. Its bulky body, thick arms, and even thicker legs made Wendy look more like a lump of iron, while its bare head gave it a somewhat comical appearance. Due to its age, the mecha’s surface was dull and lacked luster, but the randomly arranged sharp barbs embedded in its rounded shoulder and knee joints gave it a fierce edge. Wendy was covered in all kinds of scars—claw marks, bite marks—making it a shocking sight. Yet it was clearly well maintained; the entire mecha was spotless, showing how much Brian Clark cared for it.

If it weren’t for Wendy, Brian Clark might not have survived until now. At the very least, Brian Clark was certain that without piloting a mecha, he would never be able to defeat more than two Devourer Rats at once, and Devourer Rats never moved in groups of fewer than five. On the garbage planet, weakness meant the constant threat of death. The law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—was on full display here.

Speaking of this mecha, one has to mention a certain person: Brian Clark’s foster father. Brian Clark only knew that his foster father was called Henry Grant; he knew nothing else. According to his foster father, he was originally the only person on the garbage planet, but one day he suddenly found Brian Clark, with the name Brian Clark written on him. As for how his foster father came to the garbage planet or what he did before, he never spoke of it.

This mecha was found by his foster father. It was originally an ordinary civilian model, but after a series of modifications by Old Man, it was completely transformed. According to Old Man, in the outside world, almost everyone had a mecha, but because they were so highly recycled, finding even one or two on the garbage planet required incredible luck. Under his foster father’s influence, Brian Clark developed a strong interest in mechas, and Old Man taught him everything he knew, the two often having heated discussions around their old, battered computer at home. The mecha was named Wendy; according to his foster father, Wendy was a classic, old-brand mecha engine.

Unlike Old Man, who only enjoyed the fun of modifications, Brian Clark seemed to have a natural intuition and sensitivity for piloting mechas. So, Wendy was always piloted by Brian Clark. His foster father once said that Brian Clark might become an outstanding mecha pilot in the future.

After once encountering five Devourer Rats and escaping after a fierce battle, Brian Clark began consciously training his combat skills. Ever since he first tasted fresh rat meat, he had lost all interest in the organic liquid food produced by the food machine.

Through long-term combat, Brian Clark was no longer the Aaron of the past. On the garbage planet, aside from a few terrifyingly fierce creatures that Brian Clark dared not approach, no other creatures posed a threat to him. But even so, if Brian Clark was careless, he could lose his life at any moment.

Unfortunately, Wendy was simply too old. Even with modifications, the lack of good parts—and more importantly, good tools—meant that Wendy’s capabilities had already been pushed to their limit. The most fatal flaw was that Wendy’s computer was hopelessly outdated.

Although Old Man was extremely skilled with machinery, he was a complete idiot when it came to computers.

Old Man once said that for any mecha, the engine is its heart, while the computer is its soul.

Now, Brian Clark felt somewhat constrained when piloting the mecha.

The only relatively advanced part on Wendy was its electronic eye. When Brian Clark found it and brought it back to ask his foster father, even he didn’t know what model it was—he could only guess it was a new model from the past few years. After all, he had been stranded on the garbage planet for decades and couldn’t imagine how far things had developed outside.

It was thanks to these advanced electronic eyes that Brian Clark had escaped danger several times.

Even though Wendy was old, until he found a new mecha, Wendy was Brian Clark’s only choice.

Brian Clark carefully adjusted Wendy’s speed to eighty percent of its maximum. This way, he could maintain a high speed while still having room to react to emergencies.