"Okay, please wait a moment. May I have your ID card? I'll print out an application form for you."
The front desk worker was highly professional. Even if she didn't think Morin had the ability, she didn't show it.
She explained everything politely, took the ID card Morin handed over, verified it, printed the form, and passed it to him.
Then she uploaded Morin's identity information and his chosen profession into the system.
She added a few extra instructions. "The mecha designer assessment is very complicated and requires passing multiple tests. After you fill out the application form, a dedicated staff member will come to take you to the tests."
"Thank you," Morin said, nodding. He took the form and stepped aside to fill it out.
The form asked for identity information and knowledge he had mastered.
Morin had already reviewed all of his identity documents for this world on the way here. With his memory, everything was already memorized.
He wrote quickly and finished soon.
The only place he paused was the section labeled "knowledge mastered."
After hesitating briefly, Morin began to write without holding back.
Materials engineering, computer engineering, communications engineering, mechanical design, nuclear physics, fluid mechanics, neuro-sensory science, dynamics, environmental adaptation, hydraulics...
He organized and categorized the massive amount of knowledge in his mind, writing down the major subjects one after another.
Even then, he was running out of space.
At the same time, in an office inside the branch, a man who had just taken a sip of warm water with goji berries suddenly heard a "ding-dong."
That sound felt familiar.
He looked around and quickly found the source. An electronic device on his desk was flashing with a red light.
The man paused, then remembered what that sound meant.
He instinctively exhaled. Tea splashed everywhere.
He jumped up and grabbed tissues, hurriedly wiping the desk.
"Someone actually showed up? Could this be a false alarm?"
After fumbling around, he grabbed a tablet and rushed out.
There was no choice. He was the only person in the department responsible for mecha designers. If he didn't go, no one would.
When the department was first established, it had complete procedures and plenty of staff.
After all, there were always masters who kept a low profile. Certificates and experience usually meant skill, but lacking them didn't necessarily mean incompetence.
The government had already gathered everyone who might help with mecha design based on available information, but who knew if someone had been missed, or if someone who once refused had changed their mind?
A dedicated department was necessary.
But as the years passed after the first Kaiju appeared, fewer people came to try their luck as mecha designers. Most people understood their own limits.
The department gradually became idle.
The government couldn't afford idle staff, especially during wartime. A shortage of manpower was inevitable.
One by one, the staff were reassigned.
In the end, only one person remained.
His name was Song Shu.
Reception, assessments, filing forms, contacting people-everything fell on him.
It sounded busy.
But as long as no one came, it was the easiest job imaginable.
That was why his reaction had been slow. He had worked there for two years.
At first, he had ambition. He wanted to make a difference.
Now, he was just someone who drank warm water with goji berries and waited for his paycheck.
In nearly two years, only one person had come for an assessment-and that had been due to a system error that sent the person to the wrong department.
Song Shu rushed to the main hall. Only then did he take out his tablet and check the applicant's information.
"So young?"
Seeing Morin's age, Song Shu cursed inwardly.
He felt a bit disappointed. After all this time, someone finally showed up-and he was this young.
This wasn't about being a mecha pilot.
This wasn't about physical condition.
This was about knowledge.
He thought so, but work was work. Song Shu glanced toward the area where people were filling out forms and immediately spotted Morin.
Not because his eyesight was good.
Because Morin stood out.
Song Shu walked over and looked at the form.
When Morin finished, Song Shu's mouth opened into an unconscious "O."
He stared at Morin, clearly surprised.
This kid really dared to write all of that.
Objectively speaking, it even looked convincing.
Probably researched it and memorized the terms.
Song Shu scanned the long list and muttered to himself.
"I'm here to take you to the assessment. Do you... want to change anything? This needs to be filled out truthfully."
He glanced around, leaned closer, and lowered his voice.
"I'm not trying to be rude, but this is a bit much. If you pass the first test, you'll be tested on everything you wrote. Normally failing isn't a problem, but if you wrote too much... you could be fined for obstructing official duties and wasting resources."
When Song Shu saw Morin's age, he already had a guess.
After seeing the form, he was even more certain.
Who would believe someone in their early twenties knew all this?
"It's fine. I'm confident. Thanks for the reminder," Morin said with a smile.
"..."
Song Shu didn't say more. He just shook his head.
"Then follow me."
That was enough. They were strangers. The reminder was only courtesy-helped by Morin's looks.
People were always more tolerant of beautiful things.
Soon, under Song Shu's lead, Morin entered a room.
Simple. A desk. A computer.
"This is the first test," Song Shu explained. "Fifty questions. One hour. Sixty points to pass."
"You can submit early. The system grades automatically. Any questions?"
"No," Morin said, shaking his head.
"Good luck," Song Shu said out of habit, then left and closed the door.
"Why write so much..." Song Shu muttered outside.
"Even if he somehow passes the first test... whatever. Not my problem."
"He's just handsome. Too bad he didn't choose to be a mecha pilot. At least luck might help there. Mecha designers rely on real skill."
Crude, but not wrong.
Aside from a pilot's physical condition, everything else involved a fair amount of luck.
Song Shu figured the test would take time.
He returned to his office, entered Morin's application into the system, pulled up the test room's surveillance feed, and took another sip of warm water with goji berries.
He closed his eyes, smacked his lips, and sighed.
Warm water with goji berries.
Delicious.
Life would be perfect if not for the Kaiju.
Meanwhile, Morin looked at the questions on the screen, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Then he started.
For him, this was no different from 1 + 1 = 2.
No thinking required.
The only time spent was moving the mouse and clicking.
Back in the office, Song Shu had just finished a sip and was about to enjoy another when the familiar "ding-dong" rang again.
"What now? No one for two years, and twice in one day?"
He frowned.
Then he realized the sound wasn't from the device.
It was from his computer.
Song Shu's eyes widened. The warm water in his hand lost all appeal.
The notification was clear.
Morin had completed all fifty questions.
Score: perfect.
...
"In this world, there will always be some geniuses. The self-taught kind."
Morin sat across from him and spoke seriously, delivering words he had prepared earlier.
Whether they believed him or not was their problem.
Song Shu: "..."
"Buddy, I'm not trying to be rude," Song Shu said, scratching his head. "You really taught yourself all of this?"
"Mmm-hmm," Morin nodded. "Is there a problem?"
"...Where did you learn it?" Song Shu asked again.
"Online," Morin replied, looking at him like it was obvious. "What can't you find on the internet now?"
"But..." Song Shu stared at the tablet in his hand.
You're a bit too much of a genius.
Self-taught, everything?
Are you really that outrageous?
"...Alright," Song Shu said at last. "Congratulations on passing the first test. I'll submit your results to headquarters. They'll arrange the next test."
He had no other choice.
Whether Morin was truly capable had nothing to do with him.
Still, answering fifty questions in five minutes with a perfect score was suspicious.
Wait.
They won't think I leaked the questions, will they?
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