This is a story about dreams.

　　The struggle of a common boy, fighting within a rigid class hierarchy.

　　How does he break the perfect race's dominance over the system and win respect for the yellow race?

　　An accidentally stolen special armored suit, and a narcissistic, sleazy armor mentor, give an ordinary boy the right to pursue happiness and seek recognition.

　　You must believe, we can: prove ourselves, break the rules!

　　The following is the author's boast:

　　Brand new evolutionary armor designs, unique devouring skill planning, creative armored energy cultivation paths, scientific combat technique training plans... all are showcased in the book.

Prologue

　　In the early hours, the residents of the colony planet "Giant 6" were still deep in their dreams. The profound interstellar night sky was like a mother's embrace. Except for the occasional lights from basic public facilities, the sleeping planet's habitable hemisphere was shrouded in darkness. In the interstellar era, energy was the scarcest resource; wasting energy would be judged by the Federal Government's court.

　　The dim streetlights glowed hazily, like the eyes of a drunkard. With some effort, one could make out the words on the corrosion-resistant copper plaque beside the alloy gate: Thunderfire Advanced Research Institute.

　　Those who have never been here might not believe that the facade of the Thunderfire Research Institute—one of the four most renowned evolutionary armor research institutes in the Federation—was so simple. A retractable alloy gate, a corrosion-resistant copper plaque the size of a standard No. 2 sheet of printer paper, and behind it all, the highest secrets of the Federation's evolutionary armors, the very foundation of its survival in the interstellar world.

　　Two beams of searchlights swept by, and the research institute's alloy gate slid open silently. One container truck after another drove out, their engines roaring especially loud in the stillness of the night, audible even several kilometers away.

　　Indeed, two people several kilometers away heard the sound of the trucks leaving. Having waited in the cold night for a long time, they perked up, excitement flashing in their eyes like two wolves catching the scent of prey.

　　Ten minutes later, two headlights appeared on the road where the two were waiting, and the sound of the truck's engine grew closer.

　　Inside the cab, the latest hit album by a popular rapper was playing. Driving in the middle of the night was no easy job. The driver hunched his neck, swaying his body to the music as he drove. He was an old hand at this, having done the job for years without a hitch. The container behind him was filled with armored suits distributed free by the Federation to students newly admitted to federal secondary schools—all the lowest quality stuff, nothing anyone would covet. Besides, there was a so-called escort sitting next to him, a guy who was also an evolutionary warrior. If anything happened, he would handle it.

　　As the music reached its climax—the driver's favorite part—he closed his eyes, bobbing his head and shoulders, singing along with the CD. When the climax ended and he opened his eyes, he saw a person standing in the twin beams of the truck's headlights, less than two meters ahead!

　　Startled, the driver slammed on the brakes. The massive truck, propelled by inertia, kept surging forward, and the two-meter distance vanished in a flash. A tragedy seemed imminent, and the driver stared in terror.

　　But then, he saw something even more terrifying: the person in front of the truck suddenly grinned at him through the windshield. A dazzling light appeared on his arm, and within the glow, his arm was encased in a layer of metallic crystal armor. The man suddenly raised his arm and smashed a fist down on the truck's hood.

　　"Bang!" The driver felt his body jolt violently. The massive truck's front was pinned to the ground by that small fist, and the huge container behind swung out to the side with a loud crash.

　　"Advanced evolutionary warrior!" the driver cried out. The advanced evolutionary warrior in front of the truck released his grip, and the entire truck immediately rolled on the ground like a spoiled pet cat. Before passing out, the driver glanced at the so-called escort in the passenger seat.

　　The escort fared no better than the truck's front. A deep blue long blade had pierced through the door, skewering the escort from right to left. The unlucky escort hung on the blade like a dead dog in a butcher's hand. The owner of the blade was sprawled on the door, grinning at the driver. Half his face was covered by evolutionary armor, hiding his nose and eyes, leaving only a row of gleaming white teeth visible.

　　"Stop playing around, hurry up and find the thing!" The evolutionary warrior in front of the truck had both arms covered in armor, his five fingers as hard as iron. He ran to the back of the truck, smashed his fists down, and two black holes instantly appeared in the sturdy container. With a powerful tug, he ripped off the two iron doors with a loud crash and flung them far away.

　　The evolutionary warrior on the door finished off the unconscious driver with another stab before hurrying over. "I marked a cross on the bottom of the box."

　　Inside the huge container were over a thousand identical silver-white suitcases. The two searched through them but couldn't find a single suitcase with a cross on the bottom. Unwilling to give up, they searched again carefully. Dawn was already breaking, and time was running out.