"Mm."
"A person's name can be mistaken."
"But."
"A nickname, a sobriquet, a common name, these are always well-earned."
"Gao Ping, truly worthy of the nickname 'Toilet Stone' bestowed upon him by his classmates in Class 4 of Applied Physics at Shilin University."
"He was indeed as stinky and as hard as they came."
"Utterly rigid and old-fashioned."
"In front of the entire class, he did not hesitate in the slightest to admit that his mind had been nearly overloaded by Meng Hao."
"Even more so, when he demanded that Meng Hao prove this mecha was real and reliable, he proposed selling one for a million yuan as a method of verification."
"Excuse me."
"Let alone the fact that this mecha stood over ten meters tall."
"And its internal black technology could instantly kill and crush the high-end intelligent AI mechanical dogs from the US, Canada, and Japan, its worth was immeasurable, beyond trillions."
"Just the power hub of this mecha, the uranium energy core inlaid within its chest cavity, no more than a meter in diameter, its value alone was enough to advance human nuclear energy technology by fifty years."
"Even the palladium core micro-arc reactor powering Iron Man's suit in JARVIS from the American sci-fi epic, The Avengers, was utterly insignificant compared to the initial Type I mecha's uranium energy core. It was a mere little brother."
"As for Gao Ping's suggestion of 'approving Meng Hao's graduation after selling the mecha for a million yuan'."
"Sure."
"No problem."
"Absolutely acceptable."
"Even if Gao Ping had proposed 100,000 yuan, or even 10,000 yuan, Meng Hao could have agreed."
"Regardless, Meng Hao had no intention of selling the mecha, nor did he intend to accept Gao Ping's suggestion."
"As long as you, Gao Ping, could approve Meng Hao's final assignment for his third year and complete the 'God-Tier Military System' mission, preventing yourself from disappearing from this world, he would agree to any demand you made."
"As for graduation?"
"Is it that important?"
"A graduation certificate and degree from Shilin University, a second-rate institution in a third-tier city, are they important?"
"Please."
"Meng Hao himself was now in possession of the God-Tier Military System."
"He was a man destined to build near-earth anti-gravity aircraft carriers, interstellar shuttles, and star-destroying warships aimed at the cosmos!"
"His journey... was the sea of stars!"
"To Gao Ping's 'suggestion', Meng Hao agreed almost without hesitation."
"'Very well, then Meng Hao's third-year assignment will be temporarily deemed satisfactory... Next, let's have a spot check of the assignment from the following student!'"
"Regarding Gao Ping's composure, his ability to remain unfazed as if Mount Tai were collapsing before him, his calm and collected demeanor even when witnessing his student hand-crafting a mecha in the Taklamakan Desert."
"Meng Hao and his classmates in the online classroom were at a loss as to whether to describe Gao Ping as rigid, brainless, or a toilet stone."
"However."
"Whatever."
"The system mission was completed anyway."
"Meng Hao's life was saved."
He glanced at the mecha still squatting on the sand, and Meng Hao's fingers danced."
"To hell with Gao Ping."
"Let's operate the mecha and have some fun to our heart's content first!"
"..."
"Night deepened, and the setting sun slanted."
"Overcome by fatigue, Meng Hao reluctantly piloted the mecha back to the desert base."
"As the mecha was re-secured to its fixed stakes."
"Watching various drones begin their inspection and maintenance, Meng Hao started to grumble."
"The mission was completed."
"Why hasn't the system made its judgment on mission completion yet!"
"Although the mecha was cool, stylish, and explosive."
"Meng Hao still needed to return to the city and live a normal life."
"At the very least, let him go back and have a big meal to compensate his taste buds for the past two months!"
"As he was grumbling, the system's long-unseen retinal screen reappeared."
"Congratulations, Host Meng Hao, on completing the initial system mission. 1000 Tech Points have been issued."
"Due to a change in the initial system mission, a compensation is being provided to Host Meng Hao."
"Compensation reward: an invisible transport load mecha... This machine can travel to and from the desert base from any location in the world at five times the speed of sound... Note: the deduction of Tech Points will vary according to the weight and size of the items the Host Meng Hao needs to transport!"
"Damn it."
"I'm truly impressed by this system!"
"Such a scummy, underhanded, and pay-to-win behavior is comparable to Tengu, Tencent's Ma Huateng!"
"What kind of compensation reward is this!"
"To put it bluntly, it's forcing me to pay!"
"If he didn't spend the Tech Points awarded by the system, he wouldn't even be able to leave this lifeless, deathly sea, spanning 330,000 square kilometers."
"This darn system, can you be any more exploitative!"
"As it turned out."
"The system could indeed be more exploitative."
"Before Meng Hao's curses and complaints even finished."
"The system interface before his retina began to flash text again."
"New system mission activated!"
"Host Meng Hao is required to fulfill his promise to his class advisor, Gao Ping, by selling the mecha for a million yuan within 10 days!"
"Mission deadline missed, Host Meng Hao will be eliminated."
"System prompt: similar to the initial mission, when completing any future missions, Meng Hao must not leak system information, and must provide a reasonable explanation for the technology provided by the system, otherwise he will be eliminated... This prompt will only appear once, Host Meng Hao is advised to remember!"
"Grass... this is a plant that evokes extreme dislike!"
"Can this darn system not act like a human anymore?"
"Gao Ping's brain is filled with formalin and human excrement, and this system's cables are short-circuited, randomly assigning missions?"
"Priced at a million, to sell a mecha?"
"He'll be considered a fool by the whole world!"
"And he must provide a reasonable public explanation?"
"How can Meng Hao sell such black technology with a reasonable explanation!"
"And the threat of elimination at any moment?"
"It's truly as if he, Meng Hao, is made of clay, without any temper!"
"After more than half an hour of further expletives."
"Meng Hao reluctantly looked at the matte, technologically advanced giant mecha and admitted defeat!"
"Fine."
"No choice."
"For the sake of his own life."
"He would follow the system's requirements."
" Arguing with this God-Tier Military System, which has no life, no brain, no logic, and an intelligence and personality comparable to the stinky toilet stone Gao Ping, is completely futile!"
"Fortunately, intelligent AI products similar to robotic dogs have already appeared in the world, so it seems somewhat reasonable that he managed to build a mecha."
"Meng Hao walked back to the control room, tinkered on the computer, examining even the smallest gyroscopes, bearing connections, and composite metal shells of the mecha, and searched through literature, diligently fabricating explanations that could convince the world that this mecha could be manufactured with human technology... Lies!"
"'Mm.'"
"'The uranium energy core must be removed!'"
"'This thing is a miniature nuclear reactor, and even the most advanced nuclear submarines do not possess such a precise and compact miniature nuclear reactor.'"
"Another sleepless night."
"To go home!"
"To sell this mecha!!"
"To avoid being erased from this world by the system!!!"
"Meng Hao, with bloodshot eyes, frantically searched for an alternative power source to the uranium energy core, a substitute power core to provide energy output for the mecha."