Chapter 2: I’m Tired—Let It All Burn!

Lin Binbin's eyes glowed in the pitch-black room. He yanked off Lin Qin's blanket and shouted:

"Dad! Where's my spirit beast egg?!"

That one sentence made Lin Qin's rage skyrocket. Normally, he wouldn't get up until it was time for work. But now? The moon was still hanging in the sky, and this brat was already dragging him out of bed.

"I tell you to work harder and you come up with eight hundred excuses, but for that stupid egg, you're suddenly Mr. Diligent? You want a spirit beast egg? I'll turn you into an egg!"

As the sky began to lighten, the sound of howling echoed through the mountains.

After giving Lin Binbin a proper beating, Lin Qin finally felt at peace. Shouldering his pickaxe, he headed for the door. Lin Binbin followed behind, pouting, limping with every step.

"Hey Lin Qin, out to work early today?" someone greeted them along the road to the market.

"Still early," Lin Qin replied. "Bringing this brat to buy something."

Afraid they wouldn't make it in time, Lin Binbin quickly dragged his dad to the spirit beast market. Prices here were cheaper than in town, but the selection was severely limited—nothing above F-rank in sight.

"100,000 spirit stones for this beast egg—guaranteed to hatch an A-rank battle pet!"

"Come, come! Mine's just 20,000 spirit stones! Young man, I can see it in your eyes—you have great potential, the air of a future hero! It's only 20,000 stones—how can you pass this up?"

Those words struck a chord with Lin Binbin.

In his previous life, he'd been ranked in the top 50 of the War Mecha national server—without spending a single cent. A legend who used lifespan to game. No matter how rare the gear or how low the odds, he always got lucky—often pulling items better than their listed grade.

Alright then, that was the one!

"Dad, I want this one!" Lin Binbin pointed at the 20,000-stone egg. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it—golden all over, with faint white patterns. It clearly wasn't ordinary.

Unfortunately, Lin Qin's hand moved first—pointing somewhere else.

"This one. Take it or leave it. Don't want it? Then get your ass back home."

He tossed a single coin pouch—only 100 spirit stones—and walked away.

Maybe humans can't understand each other's misery. Lin Binbin stood there with a bitter expression, hugging his palm-sized white egg, as laughter from others around him grew louder.

The egg looked more and more like... a chicken egg. The only difference was that it was slightly bigger.

"Unranked. No attribute. Hatching today. One-day leave granted," the staff said coldly, barely giving him a glance before calling the next person in line.

Expressionless, Lin Binbin turned and walked off—but inside, he was nearly sprinting.

According to this world's knowledge, spirit beasts were divided into ten ranks: SSS, SS, S... all the way down to F. Below F were the unranked, which were the lowest of the low—and each rank was further split into upper, middle, and lower tiers.

Judging by countless others' experiences of being duped, the egg in his hand probably ranked dead last in the unranked category.

The absolute worst.

Suddenly, Lin Binbin felt like his life mirrored the dingy, miserable house they lived in—dark, depressing, hopeless. The excitement he'd felt earlier vanished instantly. He flopped onto his bed.

"Don't tell me… I'll need to buy another one."

Just the thought of Lin Qin's flying slap made him shudder.

"Sigh, guess I'm not lucky enough to find a hidden gem. Time to think of another plan…"

He was muttering to himself, lost in thought, when a faint chirp sounded beside him.

He sat up with a start and looked toward the egg.

There, nestled in a cracked shell, was a tiny chick about the size of his pinky—barely breathing, looking like it might drop dead any second.

"Uhh... is this a chick? A sick chick?"

"That damn scammer! He conned me!"

Rage surged inside Lin Binbin. Sure, he knew he was good-looking—envy was normal—but that was 100 spirit stones! Nearly half a month's food for the entire family!

Just as he worked up the courage to storm off and complain, something strange happened.

A glowing, translucent screen appeared in front of him—floating in mid-air. He could stick his hand right through it.

Lin Binbin rubbed his eyes. The words became clearer:

[Congratulations, Player! You have activated the War Mecha System. Player status is as follows:]

Name: Lin Binbin

Age: 7

Class: Unselected

Life Profession: Locked

Stamina: 2

Strength: 1

Agility: 3

Spirit: 5

Charisma: -6

Skills: None

Items: None

[Stop staring. You're still weak as hell.]

"The War Mecha interface… It's real!"

Even though every spirit beast had rejected him, and he'd become the poor guy who cleaned poop all day, Lin Binbin never stopped believing in his top-tier looks and divine luck.

He'd spent nearly a thousand days and nights studying that game—if he couldn't carve a path in this beast-taming world, he wasn't worthy of his past life.

So what if I can't tame beasts? I'll just build mechas.

After a few stunned moments, Lin Binbin burst into uncontrollable joy. Without hesitation, he selected the class from his past life: Engineer.

While not strong in the early stages, the Engineer class became god-tier in the mid-to-late game. Even better, it had multiple advanced paths—like building battleship fleets for team support, specializing in heavy artillery, or going all-in on customizable mechs.

Any of them were enough to dominate the beast world.

Only one problem… money.

The Engineer was infamous as one of the most expensive classes. The costs were sky-high.

But Lin Binbin was different—he could burn life instead of cash.

After scanning through the interface and confirming it was identical to the one from the game, he finally tapped the one-time newbie draw—with hope in his heart and faith in his luck.

The wheel began to spin. His heart pounded.

And then…

[Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained a blueprint: Ancient Robot (Broken)]

[Ancient Robot (Damaged)]

Wow. Can't believe this antique still exists.It's older than your great-great-grandfather.Please handle with care, or you'll end up with a pile of worthless scrap metal.

CLANG!

Just as Lin Binbin was processing the message, a mass of dark fragments fell from the sky.

He stared at the scattered blueprint pieces on the ground, body frozen in place.

"I, Lin Binbin, have done nothing but good deeds all my life! I'm blessed with incredible luck! How could I get screwed over in another world?!"

He collapsed onto the floor.

I'm tired. Let it all burn.