Chapter 13: Why You’re So Young But Always Hitting the Sack Immediately

The "Maintenance" button glowed faintly. Lin Jiang glanced at the stamina cost and pressed it without hesitation.

In the next second, the previously damaged mech began self-repairing from the bottom up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone looked on in shock.

Was this the true power of mechanical blueprints?

Beside him, Lin Xiao's face was filled with excitement. "What an incredible self-repair ability."

Lin Binbin blinked but didn't bother to explain.

[You have completed one mech maintenance. 30 stamina consumed.]

As a bonus, he now had only 40 stamina points left.

The moment the repair completed, Lin Binbin felt like someone who had just pulled a week of night shifts—his eyes dark and sunken, back aching, legs leaden. He barely managed two steps before collapsing straight to the floor.

Seeing the two rush over, Lin Binbin waved weakly and forced a smile. "I'm fine, really, I just…"

"Sanzi!!"

With a worried shout, he closed his eyes.

Before they could even react, a steady rhythm of snoring began to echo through the narrow space.

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"

Listening to the thunderous snores in his ears, the last trace of concern on Cheng Mo's face quickly crumbled.

"…I knew it. I never should've come here."

Dusk.

By the time Lin Binbin woke up again, he was already back home. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before remembering that he had fainted in the forge room.

Pulling up his status panel, he saw only 5 points of stamina had recovered.

"This recovery rate is ridiculous. If I have to repair the mech two more times, I might actually dream about my great-grandfather."

He suddenly felt very bleak about the future.

After dinner, he lay back down in bed. With no stamina, he couldn't do anything anyway, so he turned to studying the blueprint Lin Xiao had made.

He vaguely remembered receiving a system reward after killing the Fire Lizard—an opportunity to synthesize a new blueprint.

In WarStorm, blueprint gambling was one way to get new schematics. The higher the quality of the input blueprints, the higher the chance of producing a rare one.

Of course, there were also a few unlucky souls who pulled total junk.

But back in his previous life, Lin Binbin had been one of the most absurdly lucky players in the entire game—especially when it came to blueprint gambles. He had never lost once.

He even once used two low-level blueprints to create a rare schematic, instantly making a name for himself.

"Come on, just give me a mid-tier one…"

Sure, he'd been pretty unlucky since arriving here, but surely that bad luck had to end sometime.

[You currently possess two blueprints. Proceed with synthesis?]

Lin Binbin rubbed his hands nervously and tapped the "Synthesize" button.

Tick, tick—

Time crawled by, and his heart climbed into his throat.

Five minutes felt like a lifetime. Just when he was about to assume the worst, the screen suddenly lit up.

[Synthesis successful! Acquired Blueprint: Powered Mechanical Arm (Advanced)][Rarity: Blue][Base Attack: 40][Bonus Stat: Speed +3][Length: 50 (Extendable to 75)][It grants your mech new combat capabilities—but does that broken-down junk bot of yours even deserve it?]

Exactly what he needed!

An advanced blueprint with blue rarity!

Lin Binbin instantly woke up. He sprang out of bed, and the soft light from the screen reflected brilliantly in his eyes.

No doubt about it—he was the most handsome man in this world. Even the system couldn't resist the charm of his divine luck.

The system: "…"

The Next Morning.

Lin Binbin got up early, fed his spirit beast "Yaoji," and—rarely—tidied up his room.

Feeling satisfied, he clapped his hands clean and opened the door, only to bump straight into Lin Binhong.

They locked eyes. Lin Binbin greeted him cheerfully.

"Second Brother, you're up early too. I heard from Uncle Zhang Yan yesterday that you got transferred out of livestock duty. You—"

Before he could finish, Lin Binhong walked right past him without a word, his face expressionless.

Lin Binbin scratched his nose awkwardly. He chalked it up to a kid throwing a tantrum and didn't think much of it. Instead, he headed into the kitchen.

He was in a good mood after pulling that high-tier blueprint, so he figured he'd cook breakfast for the whole family himself.

Except for Lin Binhong, everyone gathered at the dining table.

The normally lazy youngest son voluntarily cooking? Lin Qin felt genuinely gratified deep down—until he saw the food…

The porridge had strange, floating bits in it, with a faint sheen of oil. The pickled bitter greens looked unusually dark—more like something dredged from a sewer than food.

The only remotely decent item was the fried egg, slightly burned at the edges but at least edible.

Lin Binbin, hair tousled and grinning brightly, said, "Dad, try it! I made it myself."

Lin Qin gave a grunt of acknowledgment and slowly lifted his chopsticks.

Under his son's eager gaze, he picked up a strand of bitter greens, hesitated, then shut his eyes and popped it into his mouth.

Seconds later, he spat it out, flung the chopsticks aside, and grabbed the kettle to gulp down water.

"You little brat! Trying to kill me with salt?!"

Across the table, Lin Xiao gave up immediately and went for the fried egg.

One bite in, his face twisted in indescribable pain. After forcing it down, he looked at Lin Binbin and rasped, "Sanzi, maybe leave this kind of thing to me from now on. You're the youngest in the family—you don't need to push yourself."

At that moment, Lin Binhong walked in from outside. The second he saw the fried egg, he exploded.

"Lin Binbin, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Lin Binbin turned around, confused. He had no idea what his brother was so upset about.

Lin Binhong's face was thunderous. Those eggs—he had been planning to bribe the overseer with them in exchange for a job transfer. And now Lin Binbin had used them up. To cook.

And cook them like this.

Without those eggs, he would likely be sent back to livestock duty—a place he never wanted to return to.

Especially not with those Lin clan side-branch kids watching.

He used to look down on them. Now they were in the same boat, but instead of pity, they gave him nothing but scorn and mockery.

Lin Xiao might tolerate that, but he couldn't.

He wasn't going to live the rest of his life in humiliation. One day, he'd make sure everyone who ever sneered at him paid for it in blood.

"Who gave you the right to touch those eggs?! Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get them?!"

"Eggs?" Lin Binbin looked at the fried eggs on the table—and only then did it hit him.

Right… they hadn't seen eggs in this house for a month.