Brian Clark muttered angrily to himself, "If I find you, you little punk, you’re in for it!" The fury in his heart burned like a raging fire, refusing to die down.

Staring at the culprit behind this accident, Brian Clark was left speechless.

It took Brian Clark a full three days to clear the passageway. The hardship and sweat made Brian Clark's anger at the perpetrator reach an all-time high.

But when Brian Clark actually faced the culprit, he just couldn’t get angry.

The beautifully powerful metallic shell, the blue-and-white laser coating gleaming as if new—even though it was surrounded by filthy, unsightly garbage, the surface of the mecha was spotless. When Brian Clark discovered it, it was just standing there quietly, steady as a mountain, as if nothing in the world could shake it!

With just one look, Brian Clark knew he’d struck gold!

If Brian Clark's first glance brought him joy, then the second made him truly understand what it meant to feel pain and happiness at the same time.

A huge scar ran from its left shoulder all the way down to its waist, even exposing a corner of the engine to the air, and the entire left arm was missing. It was like a masterpiece of unparalleled perfection, torn in half by brute force.

This was a humanoid mecha, about twelve meters tall, its body blue and white, with a slender overall build—completely unlike the bulky, heavy Winnie. The armor shimmered with a faint, strange metallic luster, the protective plates on its chest like well-defined muscles, yet without any sense of bulkiness. Its cold face was chiseled with sharp lines, and the eerie blue electronic eyes blinked rhythmically, giving it an almost otherworldly aura.

Brian Clark was completely stunned, staring wide-eyed at the battered mecha that had wrecked his home! At this moment, Brian Clark's mind was entirely occupied by this damaged yet uniquely captivating mecha. It was as if it had a magical pull, drawing all of Brian Clark's attention!

"Beep. Self-check complete. Engine integrity: 86%. Left arm integrity: 0%. Cockpit integrity: 97%. All other parts intact!"

A neutral voice interrupted Brian Clark's daydream.

Brian Clark blurted out, "Wow, I’ve hit the jackpot—a mecha that can self-diagnose!" If you looked closely, you’d see a string of sparkling drool hanging from Brian Clark's mouth, wide enough to fit a rat’s leg.

The crippled mecha suddenly spoke: "Hello!"

A crippled mecha that could greet people—Brian Clark was a bit dumbfounded, instinctively replying, "Hello!"

The crippled mecha said, "I am Logan Carter, you can call me Logan!"

Brian Clark still hadn’t recovered: "Oh, I’m Brian Clark, you can call me Brian!"

Suddenly, as Brian Clark snapped back to his senses, he jumped up as if his seat was on fire, pointed at the crippled mecha, and stammered, "You, you, you... you can talk?"

The crippled mecha—Logan Carter—nodded gracefully. "In a sense, you’re not wrong!"

Brian Clark repeated in disbelief, "A talking mecha?"

"Yes!"

With Logan Carter joining, Brian Clark's home became three times larger than before. From Logan Carter, he learned that the trinket he’d picked up that day was actually Logan Carter's spatial button. However, Logan Carter seemed to prefer staying outside rather than in subspace. Brian Clark was happy to have company—after all, for a sixteen-year-old, loneliness was the hardest thing to bear.

Brian Clark plopped down on the ground, finally done with his work, exhausted. Logan Carter imitated Brian Clark's posture and sat down beside him with a whoosh, sending dust flying everywhere. Caught off guard, Brian Clark was blown rolling to the corner. When he finally lifted his angry face, he saw a big pit in the ground where Logan Carter had landed, and Logan Carter, still sitting in the pit, was looking at him innocently.

One big and one small figure sat together under the light.

Brian Clark asked curiously, "Logan, how did you end up like this?"

Logan Carter replied, "Data is damaged, unable to determine!"

Brian Clark took a swig of water and laughed, "Ha, you must’ve been too weak and got beaten up like this!"

Logan Carter said, "Insufficient data, unable to make a judgment!"

Brian Clark's laughter stopped abruptly, and he pulled a long face. "Come on, can’t you be a little more fun? Stop with the data, data all the time!"

Logan Carter tilted his big head, puzzled. "Fun? What is fun?"

Brian Clark scratched his head hard, stumped by the question. "Uh, uh, well, that’s a complicated question. Uh, let’s change the topic. Logan, are you male or female?"

……

Brian Clark sat dumbly in Logan Carter's cockpit, his eyes full of disbelief, unable to stop touching this and that, admiringly saying, "Logan, you must be one of the most powerful mechas, right?"

Logan replied calmly, "According to the database, the answer is no. After calculation, the probability of being in the top 500 is 26%, between 500 and 600 is 63%, and after 600 is 11%."

Brian Clark exclaimed, "Top 500? There are that many powerful mechas? But still, being in the top 500 is pretty awesome! Anyway, you’re way better than Winnie!"