Skull Elf

He received a genetic score of 28... completely disqualifying him from applying to military college!
He helped deliver a friend's love letter... and fell into a lake becoming infamous for dying for love!
His very first gift... warped him into a brutal training simulation!
However he perserved through all these trials! Our Dear Student Wang Zheng has finally started his lucky(?) university life!
This is the song of a blood boiling and exciting storm! The most ferocious and heated mecha adventure around is finally here!
TL Note: This is a novel about doing the impossible, seeing the invisible. Follow along for a ride across the universe!
TL;DR: Not Shakespeare, not complex, but fun and easy to read. Come support! 
As the translator, I've enjoyed translating this novel and I hope to bring the essence of what the author has tried to portray into the chapters you will read.
To sum it up in 3 words: Mechs! Explosions! Science!
To be perfectly honest, this novel is about your typically overpowered protagonist who does get looked down from time to time but always overcomes the odds with his own special power. He's abit more mature having grown up on his own and just a littttttttle bit dense.
Although it always ends up with him winning, it always happens in an interesting (subjective) and fun way that makes me enjoy reading this.
The novel has elements of lighthearted comedy from time to time and I do chuckle at how direct the humor is.
It's not as smart as say WMW nor does it weave an intricate story much like Ergen's novels. More importantly, its fun and it doesn't try to hide it.


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Tempest of the Stellar War

"For real? Is it that Wang Zheng again?"

"No, Wang Zheng hasn't made an appearance yet. I heard they're crushing Manalasuo…"

Key personnel in the various battle zones had received the news. A strong team like Manalasuo naturally deserved attention, as a potential opponent. When the news first came in, they had thought it was some breaking new battle strategy by Manalasuo, not the news that they were 0-2 behind.

Raslei walked out by himself, his legs a little unsteady. In that instant, he had not even been able to retaliate. He had been beaten blind.

Back at the gathering platform, Raslei looked towards Lear, but he still refused to even look at him. Such an individual was merely a passing small fry in Lear's life.

Lear's face always looked as though he was mocking the world. But now, those that glanced his way were discussing him in whispers.

Frightened into Peeing their Pants