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Zhuang Zhou's video quickly went up on the official recommendation list, and soon after, it made waves on Mars as well. The Martians were utterly speechless, while Earthlings had taken over the livestream of "Mars Grandpa."

"Stop watching, Martian babies, you'll never learn this!" "Did you see that? This is the true Overlord Gun, who can compete with me!" "Puppet God, invincible under heaven…" "But winning just once doesn't mean anything." "Where did this guy come from? I've never heard of a gun expert before." "Shut up, the Armored Tiger is an obsolete model. This guy is truly fierce—when did USE have such a master?"

A large number of players flocked to "Mars Grandpa," finding a breakthrough after the long oppression since the solar system competition. Winning against a stronger opponent in such a spectacular fashion was refreshing. The recent atmosphere in USE had been tense; losing to NUP in the mech competition wasn't unexpected, but losing to ROM was a complete upset. The Martians, known for their outgoing and sometimes arrogant nature, had been waiting to dominate the solar system alliance since the establishment of the Martian Federation, and could not tolerate any challenges.

Stein was furious; he had continuously sent out challenges, unwilling to accept defeat. Just as he thought he could redeem himself, he received a message.

"Stein, the Flame Wolf team doesn't need weaklings. You have been expelled."

His pupils widened in shock as he erupted in anger in the training room. Meanwhile, Feiman and Alzi were also analyzing Puppet's prowess, noting that the personalities of the four major alliances varied significantly.

Feiman, despite his recent loss, was excited to discover his own weaknesses. "Do you think he had good judgment, or was it just luck?" he asked.

"Who knows? Playing off someone else's strength is easier in a virtual environment than in reality; it's a dangerous game," Alzi scoffed, dismissing the idea.

"Alzi, you're wrong. From the moment he deliberately let the Sky Wolf hit him to his final move, it was all calculated," a cold voice interjected. It was Tita, who added, "This guy is very dangerous and quite bold."

In the dormitory of Tianjing Military Academy, Zhuang Zhou was pleased with his creation. His followers had grown from just over 500 to more than 10,000, a remarkable achievement for a journalism freshman. His latest project was complete, and as a holder of a golden gene, he had a peculiar predictive ability—not in a lottery sense, but more like an instinct that often proved correct.

Suddenly, a bold thought struck him: was Puppet from Earth? Who was he really? A mechanized forces expert? A military academy student? A pure civilian master?

Just then, the dorm door burst open. "Wow, Zhuang Zhou, what did you post? This guy is amazing, he's taking off!"

"Yeah! How come you didn't introduce us to such a genius earlier? He's now my idol! That picture is mind-blowing; I want a desktop wallpaper too!"

At that moment, Zhuang Zhou felt the excitement in the room. The image of the Armored Tiger, standing powerful and proud, had gone viral, illustrating a burning desire among Earthlings for a victory, however small, after the recent losses.

Having exercised intensely, Li Hao returned to his dorm feeling hungry. He found Marlon standing on a chair giving a speech.

"Listen up, you two! You're wasting your lives. Girls are the most beautiful beings in the world. Today, I'll teach you the four essential tips for pursuing women: Strong, Sweet, Mischievous, and Crafty—don't read them together!

"Strong" means having an attitude. Little Left, pay attention: don't be a simp! You have to be decisive when hanging out with girls, like picking a restaurant instead of asking what they like."

Musashi and Left Little listened earnestly, impressed by Marlon's confidence with women.

"Second, 'Sweet'—Little Left, lose that lecherous grin! Not all sweetness is the same. A guy should show a softer side at the right moment; it evokes nurturing instincts in women."

Musashi laughed, striking a dramatic pose, "Is it like this?"

Li Hao walked in, "Are you preaching again? This stuff depends on talent."

"Haha, bro, your talent is evident! People are already talking about you and Ye Tong; spill the beans!" Marlon teased.