Thirty kilometers away from the city, in an abandoned factory, there was a chaotic mess of industrial waste visible everywhere. Battle-damaged mecha fragments were piled high as well. On this resource-scarce planet, those in power didn't have the resources or goodwill to deal with such rubbish. The free labor from the slums would solve these mundane problems for them, saving the government a considerable amount of money. What better way to do it,Mu Fan, 17 years old, didn't know who his biological parents were. His adoptive parents told him that he was found behind a trash can while they were scavenging. It was just dawn, and the stars cast an even and gentle glow on the baby's face as they shone along the horizon. When his adoptive father picked up the child, he discovered two tags hanging from him: one, a deep yellow wooden tag inscribed with "Mu," and the other, a dark metal tag engraved with "Fan.",Mu Fan wasn't the kind of cold that his neighbors described. Instead, he felt a coldness that made his brain incredibly calm and clear. This made him very, he didn't know why, he always felt hungry but found his endurance seemed to be several times, or maybe even more, than those around him... He had no concept, and he wasn't interested in asking.。