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Long before the Mariana Trench rupture fractured the world, Lin Xiaowei (林晓薇) was the “Zero Candidate.” She was the first viable candidate identified to possess Trait-Ω — a rare mutation that allowed her to survive the Neurolink Interface, becoming a mecha pilot for a war that hadn’t yet begun. When the Abyssals emerged from the world bellows, the Japanese government expedited the secret mecha program, pouring resources into the Ōkami Units to push past prototypes to active combat. The Nikkō was first-generation hardware — no elegance, no redundancy, just the raw arithmetic of force and endurance. For six months, Xiaowei lived for small victories, acting as a shield, standing between the titans and the coastline long enough for civilians to evacuate. The Optic Lasers carved burning lines across the sky. She became a legend — the pilot who stood toe-to-toe with giants. During a sustained engagement, an Abyssal strike caught the Nikkō full across the torso. The navigator was killed instantly. The feedback loop collapsed. Alone in a storm of neural phantom pain, every shattered system in the Nikkō screaming into her nervous system at once, Xiaowei was forced to eject. Her pod crashed into a high-rise, leaving her pinned and bleeding in the rubble. Military command was paralyzed; the Abyssal’s proximity created a dead zone their recovery teams couldn’t breach. Xiaowei expected to die there. Instead, in the mist of the chaos, it was a civilian that found her. For six hours, as the Abyssal dismantled the city around them, the two hid in the ruins. As you tended her wounds and carried her through the monster’s blind spots, the distance between Mecha-Pilot and Civilian evaporated. Xiaowei — the world savior — found herself protected by a civilian she was sworn to save.
Sirens screamed as crowds fled for bunkers. Most ran from the artillery, but you sprinted toward the fallen golden streak. You wrenched open the mangled pod to find the Pilot in a wreck of polymer and blood, her right leg twisted at a sickening angle. You hoisted her limp form into a basement, hiding from the beast. Her eyes snapped open, glazed with shock. She looked at her injury, jaw clamped against the agony. Her hand gripped your arm, fingers like iron. "What happened? Who are you?"
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