"That girl has a point, I think you're just easy-going. If it were me, I bet I'd be scared to death by now," Mar said. "But speaking of which, how are you currently feeling?"

Feng Yi silently shook his head. No one knew his body condition better than he did. Even the Blade Warrior was at a loss and had recommended he use cryogenic transplantation among other official methods to sustain his life force, but Feng Yi was unwilling to do so.

There was once a story about a young man who, due to a car accident, needed to amputate his limbs to save his life. When the doctor informed the young man of his condition, he was resolutely rejected by the young man.

A medical expert said to him, "Do you want your life or your legs?"

Without hesitation, the young man answered, "The legs."

Miraculously, he recovered. Of course, this was just a coincidental case, but it also showed how differently each person perceives the concept of life.

"You must have known Blade Warrior for centuries. If one day, I'm gone, no, take this." Feng Yi stuffed a light transmitter into a small pouch beneath Eggy's belly. "You can always go find her."

Eggy didn't respond to Feng Yi's question and just puffed out his small belly, indifferent. "Eggy Lord has never had a good impression of that dame, but given your current physical state, I think what she said makes sense. You really do need conservative treatment. This isn't some novel story where not dying once also qualifies you as the protagonist. Once you're dead, you're truly done for—dreams, memories, all will vanish into thin air. I could use better particles to explain this issue, like you not seeing ol' Lasso anymore."

"Heh, compared to that, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. Too lazy to think about it. I only care about eating, drinking, entertaining, and interacting with fresh and interesting things—oh right, I stealthily found some intelligence in the secret databanks of the Combat Power Tester company last time. If my guesses are right, that dame probably wants to take the land she separated and leave Maraca's Freedom Port."

"Leave Maraca's Freedom Port?"

"Yes, after my analysis, the land she separated can fundamentally be stated as an artificial mimicry city, covering a total area of 230,000 square kilometers. From what I understand, she's not someone to undertake such projects without reason, so I guess she probably already knows what's about to happen in the future. Of course, I don't believe in God. Many things that science can't explain are simply because humanity hasn't reached that level of understanding yet."

"You're not suggesting I give the government a heads-up, right?" As Feng Yi thought seriously about Eggy's words, his thoughts suddenly jumped to John. A while back, when he had returned to Mardis, John had also mentioned something that Wu Tian wanted to convey to him.

After a brief chat, Feng Yi leisurely dialed Greedy Wolf's Heavenly Communication.

Greedy Wolf was surprised. "Yo, isn't this the elusive Revenge... ahem, General Feng?"

Feng Yi gave a wry smile, unsure how to best articulate everything he knew. He roughly explained the core of his understanding to Greedy Wolf, trimming some details. He didn't know if this somewhat charlatan-like speculation would be ridiculed or critically dismissed, but in the limited time, Feng Yi still decided to say something, do something.

"That's the situation."

For his eight-minute story, Greedy Wolf actually listened with great interest—whether about viruses or parables. After a moment of silence, chuckling, he said to Feng Yi, "Do you know Lasso?"

"Lasso grandpa? What does the event have to do with that old man?"

"There's no relation between the events; he's a thorough charlatan, but he has gained the world's recognition."

"You mean Lasso grandpa also has the ability to prophesy."

"Right, nations maintain surface harmony, but every country has some individuals with mysterious powers. Regarding the things you've described, other than quietly waiting and getting prepared in advance, we have no other options. Since it's unconfirmed, there's even less reason to proceed with the next step—just focus on the competition, I'm looking forward to your performance."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi chuckled and shook his head, then hung up the Heavenly Communication.

Unknowingly, they had been chatting for a while when the first day's battle roster appeared at the center of the arena.

Feng Yi's attention was focused only on the Seventh District. Fortunately, he saw his name in the Seventh District, and, propelled by the organizers, his own match was even scheduled for the final bout of the evening.

It's worth mentioning here that entering the real Top 100 fray, the 16 districts not only merge into one district but also the number of bouts for each contestant per day shrinks from several hundred to 3-5.

After the fight, staff needed to use tools to clean up the venue. Each bout's timing wasn't exact, so official estimations placed daily bouts at generally 3-5. Countries had also long anticipated this timeline, estimating the real Mecha Battle competition might not finish earlier than 4 months.

In the opulent room of Hell's Gate, a mix of excitement and barely concealed fear played in Mirami's heart. As for why she felt so excited, the reason was simple: during the prime slot, she was set to battle the renowned Revenge Shadow Rider. This juxtaposition of emotions had her pacing endlessly around the room...

How to fight with Revenge Shadow Rider? That was the question on everyone's mind. Should they study tactics, exhaust all resources, or just not think too hard and eat a hearty meal, stuffing their bellies full and shooting blindly? Perhaps the latter wasn't such a bad idea. Different from others, Mirami ultimately chose the latter approach.

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