After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Before dawn the next day, Leng Ran followed the leader Xue Lang, carrying a large quantity of exotic beast materials to be sold, and rode in a familiar oxcart to Area C.

On this trip, Leng Ran also brought the Yangon chip she had secretly hidden in the closet, as well as the extra 5,000 star coins she had saved up because of her good hunting performance. She wanted to go to Area C to see if there were any shops that could make simple small robots to 'revive' Yangon.

District C was a long way off, and Xue Lang and Leng Ran finally entered the city at noon. Knowing that Leng Ran was playful, Xue Lang left her in the most bustling commercial street, allowing her to roam freely. He arranged to meet Leng Ran at sunset at the border of Districts C and D, and then went ahead to find material and food merchants to make some deals.

Area C is where most civilians live, and it has already taken on the rudiments of a city. There is a dedicated guard team to eliminate alien beasts and maintain order, and the security is much better than that of Area D.

Leng Ran still carried her small cloth bag and strolled happily through the streets. Whenever she came across some novel foods, she would buy some to take back and share with Jun Han.

Of course, the most important destination of this trip was to find shops that sold robot parts. Although Area C was a civilian area and lacked the capacity to build complete mechs, it did sell parts for some smart furniture.

I casually asked passersby about this kind of shop and successfully found the largest smart device store in Zone C – Layton Technology.

The store in front of me has three floors, all with floor-to-ceiling windows, exuding a high-end feel. Upon entering, I was greeted warmly by the sales staff.

"Hello, little friend, what product would you like to buy?" The saleswoman greeted him warmly.

Leng Ran glanced around the shop's layout; the first floor only sold personal computers. He felt a pang of heartache as he recalled the expensive personal computer that had been sacrificed along with his identity. Because the chip inside the computer stored his personal information and was irreplaceable, even if it hadn't been damaged, Leng Ran would never be able to use it again.

Do you have any robot parts?

"Yes, this way please." The salesperson led Leng Ran to the second floor, where all kinds of smart furniture and service robots were displayed.

The intelligent robot was placed on the second floor, which made Leng Ran very curious about what was on the third floor.

"Sister, what do they sell on the third floor?" Leng Ran asked curiously.

"The third floor is the VIP area, open only to customers with eight-figure deposits on their Star Cards," the salesperson replied politely.

Eight figures... Leng Ran, who possessed five thousand Star Coins, gasped. "Let's show the parts to Yangon first."

He glanced at the various intelligent robots on display outside and finally settled on a combat robot.

"No built-in chip needed, how much does this case cost?" Leng Ran asked confidently, carrying five thousand star coins.

"If you don't need the built-in chip... one million star coins will do," the salesperson said with a smile.

One million... Leng Ran gasped again, her heart aching. Yangon, I'm sorry.

"Which is the cheapest smart robot shell you have here that doesn't require a chip?" The cold smile on his face was about to crumble.

"If it's just the outer shell, this is the one, the Emotional Companion Robot. The original price is about 40,000 Star Coins, but because it's very small and the shell is easy to forge, the price is very cheap, only 4,000 Star Coins."

Amidst a chillingly expectant gaze, the salesperson took out... a small, pale pink ball.

It couldn't be completely described as a ball; it had a pair of short rabbit ears on it. Leng Ran squeezed it in her hand; the ball's texture was very soft.

"Mika—stop pinching Mika—" the ball made a soft and cute sound, but ignored it.

"This is a metallic material that resembles silicone. Because it is too soft, it cannot be used in the shell of mechs or in the forging of weapons. It is relatively inexpensive to produce."

It's hard to imagine Yangon inside a pink sphere, but there's no other choice now.

After a cold round of haggling, the deal was struck for three thousand star coins.

Leng Ran didn't want others to discover the chip in Yangon, so she didn't choose to implant the chip on the spot, but planned to deal with it after returning home.

Because purchasing the parts went much more smoothly than he had imagined, and since it was still early, Leng Ran decided to go and take another look at the infamous underground dueling arena in Zone C.

When I came here with Uncle Yuan last time, I heard some rumors about the underground arena. If you get 10,000 points in the underground arena, you can get a pass from Area C to Area B.

To obtain a pass to the Upper City, the first method is to obtain a pass that is regularly distributed from Area B each year, while the second method is to obtain a pass from the underground arena.

The entrance to the arena was no secret in Zone C. After making a few inquiries, Leng Ran spotted a magnificent gate at the end of the commercial street. With no buildings behind it, it was presumably underground, and many people were already flowing inside.

Leng Ran followed the crowd in, and was immediately shocked by the sight before him. The underground arena was far larger than Leng Ran had imagined. He roughly estimated that the area of ​​just the first basement level was equivalent to more than a dozen commercial streets.

"Is it that big...?" Leng Ran was shocked and stood frozen at the door.

"Young man, is this your first time here?" An elderly man with white hair walked over with a smile. "Our underground arena in Zone C covers half the size of the entire Zone C. There are five underground levels, and the points earned in each level are different, increasing tenfold each time."

"Old man, so you mean that as long as you win a match on the fifth underground level, you can get a pass?" Leng Ran asked.

"Young man, you know quite a lot. Yes, but points aren't so easy to earn. The points deducted for winning or losing are equal to the points gained. But if you lose a game as soon as you enter the fourth underground level, half of your points will be deducted, and you'll be sent back to the third level," the old man explained patiently.

On the surface, there are only forty-one matches, but if you lose on a higher floor, the points deducted are unbearable. As a result, very few people reach the fifth floor.

"You've come at just the right time. There's a match on the fourth basement level today, Blackjack versus Arthur. Go buy the tickets, I'm off now."

After thanking the old man, Leng Ran found the ticket office and stopped thinking when he saw that the ticket price for a match on the fourth floor was 20,000 star coins.

The athletes should receive a share of the ticket revenue.

So Leng Ran turned around without hesitation and walked towards the registration area.

"I want to sign up for the competition," Leng Ran said.

The person at the registration desk glanced at him coldly and said, "Come back when you're older, kid."

He walked coldly to the instrument used for testing strength and threw a punch.

"Two hundred and three pounds, estimated physique level, level two." The machine's cold voice announced, and the person who had been glancing sideways with indifference sat up straight.

Level 3 physical fitness is the threshold for mecha piloting. On the nameless planet, most people are at level 0 or 1, and level 2 is considered the entry level, enough to enter the second or even third underground level.

"I want to register." Leng Ran looked back at the registration area again. This time, the man at the front desk registered Leng Ran without hesitation.

"Name code?"

“Poor wretch,” Leng Ran said immediately.

"Poor wretch?" the other person couldn't help but repeat.

"Hmm." Leng Ran felt insulted, but remained expressionless.

"Registration successful. Once the code is selected, it cannot be changed. Please keep your ID card safe." The receptionist gave Leng Ran a strange look, then handed her a wooden tag. Leng Ran happily accepted it, but upon closer inspection, a large "poor" character on the tag pierced her heart.

It really is a "status card" now. Speechless and choked with emotion. Just one year and three hours ago, I was a rich woman.

Leng Ran felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. Holding the contestant's guide, she found a secluded corner and quietly flipped through it.

The cover of the contestant's guide only had one sentence.

"Fair competition, regardless of death or injury."