Chapter 61-70

Chapter 61: Mu’s Predicament
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Mu fell immediately silent, and Ye Chong panicked. Whenever something happened to Mu, Ye Chong found out that he was never of much help.
The only thing he could do now was wait. He would wait until Mu awakened again.
Could it be that the energy cells were depleted? Ye Chong quickly stood up and rushed to check Mu’s energy cells.
No! That’s not the problem! Mu’s energy cells were still at 80%. Then what’s the problem?
Ye Chong racked his brains but could not figure out the reason. His only option left was to sit quietly by Mu’s side and wait.
Ye Chong sat beside Mu for the entire afternoon, but Mu was still motionless, showing no signs of awakening.
Time passed by, and without his notice, he had sat through the entire afternoon. Outside his room, Grandpa Qian called,
A guest is here!
Ye Chong looked at the time, and found that it was already evening. He gave a meaningful look at Mu before heading out – it was time to work!
Ye Chong looked dejected, and worked without much enthusiasm. Grandpa Qian had asked Ye Chong a few times if he was feeling uncomfortable, but Ye Chong only shook his head every time. Grandpa Qian’s expression was one of worry.
Finally, all the customers had left. Ye Chong left after just eating two servings, and Grandpa Qian was worried about him – the boy had never eaten so little!
Ye Chong returned to his room in a depressed mood. As he closed the door behind him, Mu’s voice rang,
Ye!

Ye Chong paused and his head snapped up. His eyes filled with bottomless joy, and the edges of his mouth lifted into an arch.
Mu, you’re alright now? That’s great!

The excited Ye Chong leapt onto Mu’s knees.
You scared me just now! Are you alright now?

Mu was silent for awhile.
Based on available information, the probability of controlling the situation was from 58.5% to 61.2%!

Ye Chong was shocked.
What happened? Mu, you seemed to have changed a lot before this.
Ye Chong thought for a moment before continuing,
And now you’re back to normal!

Mu spoke lightly,
Your statement is accurate to a certain extent!

Ye Chong was perplexed.
What’s really going on, Mu?

Mu calmly explained,
There is an unnamed program in inactive mode that has been in my information records all this time. I had repeatedly tried to activate it, as I believe it is most probably information related to my history. However, I had never found a way to activate it. The violent impact during our escape from the trash planet had activated this program, and I realized it was a Photon Simulated Intelligence program.

Upon seeing Ye Chong’s confused expression, Mu continued explaining,
A Photon Simulated Intelligence program, or PSI [1], is an autonomous decision-making program present in advanced photon processors. Different PSIs have different characteristics and temperaments, and they have a strong inclination to reject other PSIs. Fundamentally, I am also a PSI!


This PSI in me has a 86.9% probability of being the former controller of my photon processor. For some reason, it was forced into inactive mode, and after that, you, Ye, had activated a new PSI in the photon processor that was me.


We are born from the same photon processor, and based on the same learning mechanism and decision making system. This also implied that we could not destroy one another, and could only compete for control of the photon processor. From the last impact, his sudden activation placed me in a passive situation, and he managed to take control! However, based on our characteristics, I am more aggressive, and thus have a higher probability of between 8.5% to 11.2% of winning against him. This is why he was suppressed by me today. However, this probability advantage will continue to decrease! Until both have equal power!

Mu noticed Ye Chong’s confused expressed and spoke his mind without care.
At your level, the probability of you understanding this complicated predicament is only 21%.

The remark was promptly ignored by Ye Chong, as he spoke in realization,
Ah, that means in your body there’s two … Um … What’s that called?
Ye Chong frowned in thought.

PSI!
Mu provided.

Right, PSI. But that, that PSI thing had no ill will towards me …
Ye Chong recalled the earlier in time where he thought Mu was acting a little different, but it did not make Ye Chong feel that the mech was another Mu.
Mu agreed.
Yes. Since we are using the same information records archive, his information based decisions will be the same as mine. Hence, his attitude towards you will be no different to that of mine, but expressed with a different personality and temperament.

Ye Chong scratched his head in distress.
So complicated. As expected, anything related to photon processors is bound to be dull!
Ye Chong, who was entirely uninterested in photon processors, made his conclusion.

I’m afraid it is to you!
Mu commented calmly.
Ye Chong sat in Mu’s pilot cabin, continuing his work from earlier in themorning. As for Mu’s predicament, Ye Chong knew he would be of no help, and Mu would have to handle it himself.
Ye Chong carefully inspected the white mech image pulled from Mu’s information records archive.
Pure white mechs were rare, as were pure black mechs. The elongated design and lack of any sharp edges due to its rounded designs meant that the mechs did not have the vicious quality found in common mech models. In its hand was a similarly white and odd looking gun. From the diameter of the barrel, it may even qualify as a cannon. From an average person’s perspective, the mech was definitely majestic and as graceful as an aristocrat amongst the feathered species – the white swan.
However, Ye Chong obviously did not feel the same. Ye Chong only felt an extreme sense of danger.
The white mech may seem as graceful as an aristocrat, but Ye Chong would not underestimate its potential as a threat. Ye Chong was sure that the odd looking gun in his hand must have some underlying power, and was not just some plaything. Ye Chong also noticed with his sharp observation that the mech had at least thirty two concealed weapons cache (yin shi she ji chang), and that was quite astonishing to Ye Chong.

This – this is surely too much. Is there a need to have so many of them? Besides, can the pilot in the mech control them all? The energy consumption must also be huge! Is he thinking of shooting all of them in one go and end the battle?

No matter how he saw it, Ye Chong did not believe that this was a common advanced level mech. Ye Chong definitely thought that the mech was even more technologically advanced than his F-58. No matter how well the F-58 performed, it was still a training mech, and its weapons were far outstripped by the opponent’s.

Why would he want to kill me?
Ye Chong could not figure it out!
Only the Reno Society had qualms with him, but would Reno Society own a mech like this? Ye Chong was a little wary of that fact. Besides, Reno Society definitely knew nothing of his whereabouts. Then who could it be? Black Cove? If Black Cove had ill designs for him, then it would be a plausible scenario. However, the mech was obviously a contrast to Black Cove’s usual style. The difference was too striking, and thus, it was probably not Black Cove!
Then who would it be? Ye Chong agonisingly searched his memories!

The opponent had crash landed into me while I was flying with the F-58. The opponent probably did not know my identity, and could only recognize the mech! Could it be that the F-58 made me an enemy? But wait! The F-58 was a Black Cove training mech, which meant that the opponent must know about the F-57, and understand that it was a Black Cove training mech. Sodoes this mean that the opponent thought I am a Black Cove citizen and therefore, treated me as an enemy? Hmm, then it seemed highly likely that the opponent is an enemy of Black Cove!

As he considered this idea, Ye Chong began to believe that it made sense! He must be an enemy of Black Cove! He must have mistook him as someone from Black Cove! This seemed to be the only reasonable explanation!
By then, Mu’s voice rang out,
Based on currently available information and my calculations, the probability that the opponent is an enemy of Black Cove is about 71%. The uncertainty is due to insufficient information and therefore not calculable!

As expected, Mu’s calculations arrived at the same conclusion as he did!
Hmm, if that was the case, then what should he do?
[1] Translator’s note: Pronounced as
psy
in
psychology
.
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PreHIZtoricDevil torture mu was another mu then?


mole Thank you for your support! Mu is my favourite character!


Ocean_Goddess Best Mu is Devil Mu.

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Ye Chong was troubled.
He had been training on his speed lately, and did not spend any time on strength training. Now, he had reached another bottleneck in his speed. Since speed was achieved through strength, without support from the appropriate amount of strength, his speed could only stay at its current level.
However, this was not the trash planet, where metallic trash was abundant and everywhere, as it was easy to find a piece of metal of suitable size there. Ye Chong had trained his strength with the most basic and simple method – using weights. He did weight lifting and used weights in exercises such as running and squatting. However, he was considerably stronger now, such that if he continued with the same training method, he would need much heavier weights to fulfil his needs. Otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve the desired results.
Except for a few rare materials, none were dense enough to meet Ye Chong’s requirements. However, one thing he could be certain of was that the materials that were dense enough were not obtainable at the present moment. Without a high enough density, the weight would be too much, besides being inconvenient. It would then be impossible to carry out training at Grandpa Qian’s house!
Mu was interested in the dilemma with Ye Chong’s muscular development.
Ye, your muscles are still not significantly developing!

Ye Chong was not too concerned.
Didn’t you say it’s alright like this?

Mu evenly replied,
It is alright, I’m just curious about your state of development!

Ye Chong shook his head.
I don’t know the reason for it too. I’ve always been like this since young, never very muscular. Based on what you said, I should be much more muscular by now!

Mu agreed.
By right, you should not be having this body form. However, I cannot inspect your body without proper measuring equipment.

Ye Chong did not mind about it.
At least it isn’t a bad thing!

Mu bluntly replied,
Information is insufficient to calculate that!

Ye Chong suddenly thought of something.
Mu, my basic pilot training is almost complete. When are you teaching any advanced techniques? I can only perform one now – the Non-orderly Wavy Leap!

Mu said,
Advanced techniques are based on fundamental movements executed with unique battle strategies in mind –

Ye Chong cut him off.
Just tell me if you’re teaching or not!

Mu responded,
Only if you insist on it! However, do you have a spare mech?

Ye Chong thought about it, and felt discouraged.
Ah, I only have the F-58. That white mech seems to have a grudge against Black Cove. If we meet again by accident, it will be disastrous! If it was not for the good terrain last time, it would probably be a lot riskier!

Mu said,
It seems that the probability of you performing any pilot training is zero!
Ye Chong felt that Mu was definitely taking pleasure in his misfortune.
Ye Chong suddenly brightened up.
How about if I go for the NR Training Center?

Mu disagreed.
The NR Training Center is incapable of granting you further improvement! What you lack now is experience in actual combat. However realistic the virtual net may feel like, it is incomparable to engaging in reality!

Ye Chong groaned.
Actual combat? There’s nothing I can do about that!

Without his training routine, Ye Chong felt idle most of the time. Mu suggested that he go out more often, since Ye Chong was still far from fully integrating into society, and many of his thoughts were still too different from the average person’s!
Grandpa Qian agreed with the idea that Ye Chong should explore the outside world more, commenting that he looked the very opposite of lively, and should leave the house for a while every day. He even generously offered Ye Chong some zuan credits as allowance!
Thus, Ye Chong went out to the streets under the support of both Mu and Grandpa Qian.
Unlike last time, where Ye Chong had the very definitive aim of obtaining his identity card when he went outside, this time it was purely for leisure. Ye Chong stood outside the main door, unable to decide where to head to first. Should he turn left? Or right? Or just walk straight ahead?
The observant Grandpa Qian noticed Sun Xuelin and Xiu some distance ahead, and greeted them loudly,
Xuelin!

Sun Xuelin looked towards the direction of the voice, saw Grandpa Qian, and immediately grabbed Xiu along to meet the old man.
Good day, Grandpa Qian!
Xiu also greeted demurely,
Good day, Grandpa Qian!
Grandpa Qian laughed in delight,
Hehe, today Xiu took the initiative to greet me first, what a rare occasion!
Xiu immediately blushed in a cherry shade.
Grandpa Qian asked the two,
Are you going out for a walk?

Sun Xuelin replied,
Yes, would grandpa like us to get you anything?

Grandpa Qian smiled.
Oh no, but Ye has since only arrived at Blue Ocean for a short while, and he’s still unfamiliar with the place. If you’re heading out for a walk, can you bring Ye with you? Besides, you’re of the same age, he should be good company!
Grandpa Qian dragged the awkwardly standing Ye Chong over to the girls.
Sun Xuelin answered readily,
Sure! No problem, leave it to us!
She had been extremely curious about Ye all this while. Now that the opportunity presented itself, there was no reason for her to reject it.
On the other hand, Xiu watched curiously at Ye Chong from behind Xuelin.
Ye Chong still wore a plain expression.
Grandpa Qian was overjoyed.
That’s great! Then I leave it to you! Ye, you go along with them and have fun!

Ye Chong acknowledged with an
Okay,
since he had no idea where to go himself. Having a guide familiar with the area was not a bad idea, since he would then also be able to observe how normal people live their lives!
The trio walked along side by side.
Ye Chong watched the occasional mechs flying over him, filled with envy. It was a pity that he had a mech but was unable to use it. The fact soured his mood.
Ye Chong did not take the initiative to speak, and Sun Xuelin, feeling that the situation was getting awkward, spoke up to ease the tension.
Ye, is your real name also Ye?

Ye Chong formed a short and firm reply,
Ye Chong!
No words came from him after that.
Since Ye Chong kept silent, Sun Xuelin continued,
I’m called Sun Xuelin, this here is Xiu!
Sun Xuelin braced through the introductions.

Mm, I know!
Ye Chong replied.
Just as Sun Xuelin was beginning to run out of ideas, the usually timid Xiu made her move.
Ye, where are you from?


Er,
Ye Chong almost continued with
trash planet
, but stopped himself just in time and quickly asked Mu in his mind,
Mu, where am I from?

Mu replied,
Your identity card indicates that your origin planet is Richie.

Being superficial, Ye Chong replied calmly,
Richie!


Richie?
The two girls shook their heads at that, since they had never heard of it. There were countless planets in the galaxy, and a vast number of planets in the five main galaxies were inhabited. Unless one was a specialised researcher in planetary geography, the average person would not know the names of many inhabited planets.
What Sun Xuelin would like to know the most was the condition of Ye Chong’s mech. However, she was unsure of how to approach the subject. She had initially planned to get familiar with him by chatting before asking him about it, but she did expect Ye Chong to be a man of few words.
Of course, she was not aware that if she had asked Ye Chong in a direct manner, the man would have probably answered her straight.

I can’t believe this guy is so simple-minded!
Sun Xuelin thought with outrage.
In reality, no one could not blame Ye Chong for this. Ye Chong would only show his more casual side to Mu. He could not do so Grandpa Qian, much less someone he was unfamiliar with like Sun Xuelin and Xiu!
Ye Chong observed the people on the streets. They all seemed very calm, lacking the vigilance and hostility that wild animals show against an unfamiliar entity entering their territory. They also do not seem aggressive.
Hmm, it seems that the living principles of the mutants on the trash planet are not suited here after all. I’ll have to be more wary in future
Ye Chong thought.
Suddenly, the three noticed a huge commotion up ahead!
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Jack_ Sorry there was some dispute and we have to change it, officially it’s Xiu now.


Division eh? why did shew’s name change?


Jack_ Too bad she’s a goner (as if author had forgotten her) post 200 chapters LOL

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Sun Xuelin pulled Xiu along and rushed towards the commotion.
Ye Chong frowned, as he was not fond of situations like this. It was too noisy, and the crowd was too dense, such that his area of movement was more restricted. It would also be more difficult for him to have a good grasp of the situation around him.
Ye Chong knitted his brows, but still followed the two into the crowd.
In the center of the commotion, an old man was knocked onto the ground, his belongings scattered about. A middle-aged man was hurling angry words at the old man,
You old geezer, are you blind? This suit of mine costsgold zuan! Can you pay for it if you had damaged it? Look, it’s all wrinkled now, it’ll cost a few hundred zuan to fix it!
The man gave a look of disdain at the elderly.
Look at your pitifully poor self, I guess you can’t really pay for it. Hmph, I’ll count myself unlucky today. What a blind old fool!
The man was all stuck-up and arrogant.
Sun Xuelin was the first to respond, as she pointed furiously at the middle-aged man and retaliated,
You’ve gone too far, how can you spew those useless words when you’ve knocked down an old man? That’s enough, if you speak again I’ll teach you a real lesson! Hmph!
Sun Xuelin rolled up her sleeves, ready to act true to her words.
Xiu went to the old man and helped him up with some difficulty. She carefully brushed off dust from the old man’s body and asked softly,
Grandpa, are you alright?
The elderly was grateful for her help.
I’m alright, little miss, thank you!
Xiu returned a mellow smile.

You little btch, how dare you speak to me like that, didn’t your elders teach you some basic manners? Hmph, I can tell that you’re just as despicable! Hmph, let me tell you -

Sun Xuelin was absolutely ballistic, her fists wrapped tighter and tighter. Xiu quickly went to placate her before she went berserk. If a fight took place, they would not be in a good position in the face of the law.
The middle-aged man was pleased to see Sun Xuelin holding herself back.
Hehe… Little miss, let me tell you -

Their confrontation was not noticed by Ye Chong, as he was completely distracted by a tiny holographic case on the ground.
Perhaps the term
case
would confuse one of its actual size, since the case was only five millimeters square in area, small and compact. On its light purple surface was a pattern of two lines spiralling around each other like a corkscrew, and its two sides were slightly depressed inwards. A pinhole was located at the front side, which projected multicoloured light rays that formed a semi-transparent person. The projection was very realistic, and looked like a miniature version of the old man. Holographic cases were usually used to record certain events and were more expensive than memory chips. They were also commonly used for commemorative purposes.
However, what caught Ye Chong’s attention was not the case itself, but the report that was currently being made by the miniature old man.

Regarding the photon processor’s design, I had combined Fairfax’s annuli and short pulse photon circuits. About this idea, I should mention that I’ve met a young friend on the virtual net who suggested this combination, and thus inspired me to …
This was obviously a report during an academic conference.
Wasn’t the combination of Fairfax’s annuli and short pulse photon circuits a method that Grandpa Xu specialised in? He had even meticulously explained the idea to Ye Chong before. Could this be Grandpa Xu? Ye Chong could not help but scrutinise the old man before him, and find that the old man looked a little similar to Grandpa Xu.
Ye Chong came forward and tested his idea,
Grandpa Xu?

The old man froze.
You are?
Old Xu looked at the young man before him. Usually, those who knew him called him Old Xu or Professor Xu, while only those who were his relatives or younger family members of his friends called him Grandpa Xu. However, the person before him was a stranger. Could he be a grandson of one of his friends?
Ye Chong knew from his expression that his guess was not wrong. He continued excitedly,
Grandpa Xu, it’s me, Little Y, YC, do you remember me? That Little Y from Aurora!


YC! He’s YC!
Sun Xuelin was bursting with anger and nearly went berserk earlier, but she quieted down upon hearing Ye Chong’s revelation. Xiu covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with disbelief. The two girls were stupefied, and exchanged a glance of obvious joy. Ye Chong was completely absorbed in meeting Grandpa Xu that he missed their odd reaction. However, even if he did not, he would not have thought it was related to him.
Grandpa Xu was also astonished, and grabbed Ye Chong’s hands tightly with emotion.
Little Y? You’re Little Y? That’s wonderful! That’s wonderful!
Grandpa Xu was overwhelmed, such that he got a little repetitive in his words. Ye Chong gave a bashful smile! Grandpa Xu immediately recognised that smile and became more assured of his identity!
Sun Xuelin and Xiu, on the other hand, looked as though they had seen a ghost – they did not think it was possible to see an expression like that on Ye Chong’s face. Their faces now were undoubtedly more expressive than Ye Chong’s.
The middle-aged man noticed that Ye Chong seemed to be familiar with the old man, and an idea came to his mind. He shamelessly pronounced,
Ha, you old geezer, you messed up my top-of-the-line outfit that’s worth five golden zuan, better pay up now!

Ye Chong purposely ignored the middle-aged man and gripped Grandpa Xu’s arms to support him.
Grandpa Xu, let’s go!
Grandpa Xu nodded.
Mm, let’s go!
Sun Xuelin and Xiu supported the old man from the other side.
The middle-aged man grew anxious as they were about to leave, and made a grab for Ye Chong.
No can do, you can’t just walk away like that, you gotta pay me back first. Let me tell you, I’m a man of status …

Before the middle-aged man could get to Ye Chong, Ye Chong made his move!
With a slight move, Ye Chong clasped onto the man’s throat. As he was about to move in for the kill, Mu anxiously reminded him,
Don’t! Ye!

Ye Chong paused. Fortunately, Ye Chong now had better control over his strength, or the man would have definitely lost his life.
Ye Chong was confused.
Mu, what is it?

Mu replied,
Based on my information,killing on the streets would violate the local law, and you’ll be heavily pursued!


Oh, law? What’s that?


Rules that humans create for their society!


Oh, but has that got to do with me? I still don’t really get it!


It’s complicated, but this is obviously not a good time to discuss it!


Alright, we’ll talk about it later, but what do I do now?


Based on my information, threatening is not a bad option! Based on theories in social psychology, your opponent is obviously shocked. With an appropriate level of threatening, the probability of ending this altercation will be over 92%.


Threatening it is! I’ll try it out!

The crowd noticed a flash of movement before Ye Chong’s right hand was clasped tightly on the middle-aged man’s throat. The man felt the pressure and struggled desperately with his mouth gasping for air. The spectators also gasped in astonishment.
Ye Chong quietly whispered into the man’s ear,
If you don’t let this go, I’ll kill you!
His tone was light, as if he was only saying something mundane.
The middle-aged man clawed at his throat and coughed incessantly. He was obviously in pain, unable to utter a single word, and his eyes glowed with terror. Ye Chong’s words were like a chilling breeze in winter, and he felt like a naked man in the wind, shivering despite being clothed.
Suddenly, there was a commotion amongst the spectating crowd, and someone shouted,
The police are here!

Thank goodness, the police are finally here!

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MistyClouds Lol. At least he’s learning fast…especially the threatening part.


Fafnir32 Oh, FFS. why does everything have to get complicated? Just let the guy talk to Gramps Xu.


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His reunion with Grandpa Xu was a joyful matter, but Ye Chong did not expect the reunion to be under such circumstances. The police officer who came to the scene was Fei, who came to find Ye Chong at Grandpa Qian’s house earlier. Fei noticed the finger marks on the middle-aged man’s throat and immediately came up with some excuse to get the man out of the area.
Just get this settled fast, who knows when the guy would go crazy? That’ll be my field day!
thought the Inspector sarcastically.
Grandpa Xu was more uptight with Sun Xuelin and Xiu, but far more casual with Ye Chong. They occasionally discussed academic problems, and this reminded Ye Chong of his days at Aurora.
However, once he was outdoors, Ye Chong resumed his dull composure.
Blue Ocean was an economically and technologically advanced planet with a population of six hundred million. Its society championed openness and freedom, and the planet offered abundant natural resources. These were the reasons the planet was coveted as an ideal home by its many inhabitants.
Jesha, where Ye Chong stayed, was one of the three largest zones on Blue Ocean, and also the most prosperous of the three.
It was already late when Ye Chong returned to Grandpa Qian’s house. After finishing his work, Ye Chong returned to his room. He believed in the need to understand more about the society he lived in, as there were many things here that contradicted his principles. The sooner he could understand this society, the better and easier he could live within it. Without a doubt, Mu was his only teacher for the task.
Ye Chong began by asking,
Mu, let’s continue our topic this morning! What do you mean by law?

Mu replied,
Based on my information, it will be easier for you to understand the law as rules set by the strongest members of society!


The strongest members? Stronger than me?

Mu kept his tone light, but condescension was positively radiating from his choice of words.
Based on my information, the gap between your strengths is almost as wide as the universe itself!

Ye Chong changed his tack.
If I had killed that man today, what would happen to me?

Mu replied,
Based on the Blue Ocean Penal Code, Article 11, a convicted murderer would face up to forty years of prison life, and if the act of murder was atrocious, the murderer could be sentenced to death!

Ye Chong frowned.
Who’re the law executors?


Based on Blue Ocean safety measures, all police officers, military officers and safety department personnel have the right to pursue and capture violators of the law, while all members of the public are obligated to assist in the capture!

Fortunately, Ye Chong knew his own strength, and was not arrogant enough to believe that he was the best amongst the rest. With so many against him, it would not take the strongest to defeat him, as even the average person could take him down. Ye Chong was beginning to understand the risks behind acts of violence! However, he was also quick to notice a problem.
What is I did it discreetly?

Mu replied,
Based on my information, if they do not discover evidence for your act of murder, you will not be sentenced for any punishment.


Evidence?


Objects, witnesses or other things that can prove your crime!


So, if I am careful enough, and they could not obtain any evidence, does that mean I’ll be beyond the law?


You’re right up to a certain level, but I must remind you, they have quite a few practical and brilliant methods up their sleeves. The probability of them discovering your activities cannot be ignored.


Oh, so it’s actually a matter of a battle of strength?


You’re right up to a certain level …

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Ji Shangyan was happily humming a little tune, as he deftly maneuvered his jaw-droppingly expensive mech.
Ji Shangyan
may sounds like a feminine name, but he was undeniably male. However, his gender-neutral appearance was often mistaken for a female’s. His silvery white hair framed a pair of enchanting blue eyes, and his gentle smile had bewitched a great many fair maidens.
Ji Shangyan’s mech was painted mostly in alternating blues and greys, with a few important components emphasized in gold. The hull was streamlined, with a dimmed shade of blue that gave it a demure quality, and a silver hue that made the mech look sturdier. The slightly protruding chest of the mech was a sign of reinforced armor, emanating a steady and calm presence.
Ji Shangyan’s mech piloting skills were applaudable, as was demonstrated by his nimble traversal amongst the buildings in Jesha.
If he succeeded in his visit to Old Xu this time, he would have rendered great service. However, it seemed that Old Xu was difficult to approach! What should he do? Ji Shangyan rubbed between his eyebrows in vexation, as he still did not have a workable plan. His eldest brother was rejected last time, and passed the task to him. No matter what, he must find a way to convince Old Xu. If one trip was not enough, he would visit again and again.
Old Xu was alone at home. Since his partner’s passing, and with the lack of any children, he was now all alone. The emptiness in his house and his life did not leave him unaffected. His engagement in research had helped, but he did not expect to achieve a breakthrough in his field in later years and gain prominence. However, he was getting old and weathered nowadays!
His photon processor signalled the arrival of a guest. Through the processor’s holographic images, Elder Xu saw an unfamiliar and charming young man. This was not someone he recognized, and Elder Xu grew suspicious!
Through the visitor’s intercom, Elder Xu asked,
Who’re you looking for?
A device right outside the main door of his house projected his image before the entrance.
Ji Shangyan observed the image and decided, based on his intel, that it must be the target of his visit, Elder Xu. Ji Shangyan replied respectfully,
You must be Professor Xu. I’m Ji Shangyan, and I’ve been to a few of your talks. I was wondering if I could have your advice on a few matters regarding mechs!


Oh,
Elder Xu hesitated in thought. Visitors with academic intentions were common, but they were mostly past their forties. This was the first time Elder Xu encountered someone as young as him.

Ji Shangyan?
Elder Xu seemed to realize something.
Your surname is Ji?

Ji Shangyan felt his heart skipped a beat, and knew that things were turning sour, but he still braced himself and replied affirmatively.
Yes!


You’re a member of the Ji Family?
Elder Xu’s expression twisted.
Ji Shangyan cursed on the inside, and kept silent.
Elder Xu continued indifferently,
The Ji family, enough with your demands, there’s no need to waste any more time on this, I will never cooperate with you. Just give up now!
Elder Xu ignored Ji Shangyan and terminated communication. His projection vanished before Ji Shangyan’s eyes.
It seemed that his eldest brother had really offended Elder Xu last time. However, what troubled Ji Shangyan the most was that the older man had his loathing against his brother extended towards the entire Ji family. This made his task of convincing Elder Xu to work with the Ji family that much more difficult!
After a moment’s thought, Ji Shangyan produced his comm device and spoke to the person on the receiving end,
You all better keep Old Xu under tight surveillance. I want his daily activities and whereabouts, and a list of the people he gets in touch with. And get their identities and addresses, understand? Do not slack! I want all the details, remember, all of it!
Ji Shangyan was out of ideas, and could only resort to surveillance for the moment.
After disconnecting his comm device, Ji Shangyan continued his miserable pondering – what can he do to convince Elder Xu?
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Lucid Looks like the Ji family will be the first victim of YC path of understanding the law.. Xuelin’s dad is in the army/military right? Looks like YC will show his prowess against Ji family and then Xuelin’s dad save his ass by pulling him into the military to become the supreme soldier.


EdwardR YC is ignorant of the law can MU upload the law to MC brain?


Crews8er Crews8er was here!

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Nowadays, whenever Ye Chong was on the virtual net, he did not just frequent Aurora in Gutista and the NR Training Center. Instead, he began to explore further. He had decided to completely understand the strange world around him. Ye Chong understood that survival in some locations are dependent on one’s understanding of the area. The more one understood, the easier life would become.
His daily conversations with Mu increased his understanding of things. Recently, he spent more time outdoors, since he grew fond of observing passersbys on the streets. While they were not Ye Chong’s prey, he still treated them as though they were prey – he examined them through a hunter’s eye, carefully examining the people around him, observing their actions, habits, behaviors, physical conditions and so on.
As Ye Chong continued his observation, his understanding of his surroundings began to deepen.
While he had planned to visit Grandpa Xu today, his job mattered more. Ye Chong understood that Grandpa Xian’s little business could not support his stay, but there is more to living than making money. Is that not so? Grandpa Xian made him feel at home, and this was not something any amount of gold zuan could buy for him. While Ye Chong did not think of himself as highly intelligent, this was something he could still understand.
Ye Chong kneaded the dough with vigour, as the flour mixture twisted and folded under his strength. Ye Chong had improved his skill, thanks to the increasingly refined control of his strength. The noodles he made had a distinct taste, and were definitely one of a kind.
Now, if only he could have one more mech – even a Raven would do – and life would be perfect!
Sun Xuelin and Xiu came to see him.
The two waited patiently until he was done with his work before coming up to him. Sun Xuelin grabbed Xiu along, and began with a tiny voice,
Ye …

Ye Chong gave the two an expressionless look.
What is it?

Sun Xuelin flustered at his apathy, and continued mumbling,
Ye … Ye …

Ye Chong continued staring at them. Xiu did not even dare to raise her head. Sun Xuelin grew more nervous.
Ye … We … We’d like to ask for you help!


Help?
Ye Chong frowned.
His words unexpectedly calmed Sun Xuelin.
Do you know how to modify mechs?


A bit!
Ye Chong replied.
Sun Xuelin continued,
Mm, we’d like to ask for your help. Our school is having the MP Games [1] next week, and there’s a section where a mech modification technician is needed. I’d like to ask for your help!


Ask for my help?
Ye Chong looked at the duo.
Oddly, against Ye Chong’s flat stare, Sun Xuelin grew anxious again.
Yes, we’d like to ask for your help!

Ye Chong gave it a thought before answering,
Oh, sure, but I charge 1,250 zuan per hour!

Sun Xuelin was stupefied, but quickly turned furious.
You, you … Are you charging for helping out? You, you … I didn’t think you were someone like this! Hmph, I guess we’re wrong about you!
She spoke in pure disdain. Xiu also lifted her gaze towards Ye Chong in astonishment, obviously surprised by his reaction.
Against the duo’s expressions, Ye Chong frowned a little.
What did I do wrong this time?
Ye Chong had actually offered to charge at half the market rate, since he did not actually have a modification technician’s license.
Ye Chong asked in his mind,
Mu, I thought a fair deal was one of the most basic rules?

Mu replied,
Based on my information, you’re absolutely right. However, most people believe that charging a friend when helping them is disgraceful!

Ye Chong was confused.
Are they my friends?

Mu had no intention of helping him on this one.
That is for you to decide!

Ye Chong decisively announced,
Of course not!
Friends? What a joke, we’re not even that familiar with them. No matter how I see it, they were not friends! And if they were not friends, then charging for my service was reasonable. What’s so strange about that?
Since he did not commit any mistakes, Ye Chong had no intention of further discussion. He gave the two a flat look and declared,
You’re welcome to leave!
before turning his back to them.
Sun Xuelin paled in anger, and dragged Xiu along and left.
The conflict did not affect Ye Chong in the slightest. After greeting Grandpa Qian, he began his leisurely stroll to the streets. Ye Chong was not as dazed as he was before on the streets. Instead, he now felt comfortable; people-watching had become a great hobby of his, one that he found to be quite interesting.
Grandpa Xu’s place was some distance away from Grandpa Qian’s little shop. If he kept at his speed, the trip would take too long. Ye Chong decidedly picked up his pace and began running. He did not run too fast, for he was no longer as ignorant as before to understand that his speed was simply too incredible when compared to the average person! The first engulfer to attract attention gets the death sentence – this was a truth that Ye Chong understood.
Ah, if I have a mech to use I wouldn’t need to walk!
Ye Chong felt dispirited as he recalled the white mech. It was a pity that he only had a training mech. If he had a Black Cove war mech, Ye Chong was certain that he could definitely finish off his opponent!
If Mu agreed to help him, Ye Chong believed that the white mech would not stand a chance. However, Mu had been insistent in his refusal, and Ye Chong felt odd about his reaction!
Ye Chong leisurely ran on the streets, his breathing rhythmic and entirely unaffected. This level of exertion was nothing to Ye Chong. His strange physique was something that puzzled even Mu, but Ye Chong did not feel that he was in any way abnormal. The way he saw it, since it was something beneficial, it did not matter if he did not understand why!
Grandpa Xu’s house was getting nearer, just around the corner. The last time Elder Xu hyperlinked to the virtual net, he had spread the news of YC’s whereabouts on Blue Ocean to his other old companions. They were at once jealous and envious of Elder Xu, and a few of them even proclaimed to visit Blue Ocean one day to see Ye Chong. As for the few who were already residing on Blue Ocean, but in other zones, they had offered their addresses to Ye Chong and invited him to visit anytime.
Ye Chong felt comfortable with the academic atmosphere during his discussion with Grandpa Xu, and he relished it. The thought of meeting with Grandpa Xu soon made him a little excited.
Mu suddenly spoke up to Ye Chong when he was heading straight towards Grandpa Xu’s house.
Ye, careful, stay away! There are four mechs monitoring the area! There’s also another person, probably the commander.

Ye Chong felt a chill down his spine, and asked frantically,
Where?
Ye Chong did not change his pace, and walked pass Grandpa Xu’s house like any other passerby, never slowing down.
Mu replied,
There’s one at the top of the highrise on the opposite side of the road, and another two at 120 degrees from the first one. There’s also someone in the highrise directly opposite of Grandpa Xu’s house, on the twenty first floor. This one’s probably the commander!

The commander, I must get rid of him first, and do so without alerting the rest, or risk complications!
Ye Chong assessed the situation.
Ye Chong thought with contempt,
Hmph, are these people looking for trouble with Grandpa Xu? Probably so! Hmm, no matter how you look at it, they’re definitely here with ill intentions! And if they’re here with ill intentions, then …

Ye Chong continued running leisurely, calmly, with all signs of normalcy.
When he reached the tall building directly opposite Grandpa Xu’s house, Ye Chong came to a stop and entered the building.
Ye Chong found a self-service inquiry photon processor in the corner of the main reception, pretending to look up some information. Two seconds later, Mu had already hacked into the photon processor.
The original image on the screen suddenly vanished, replaced by the building’s complete structural schematics. The surveillance commander was on the twenty first floor, Room 065. Mu had also indicated the locations of all the surveillance devices. The building’s surveillance system was fairly complete, with a large coverage area and very few blind spots. To enter the building discretely would not be an easy task.
Ye Chong clearly remembered the idea of evidence as Mu once described. He asked,
Mu, if I’m recorded in the system, can you wipe them out?


Based on available information, the success rate is above 97 percent!
Mu sounded exceedingly confident.
Ye Chong considered the situation.
Then if I can wipe out all my records before they notice, does it mean that they won’t figure out who did it?

Mu replied after a moment,
Based on my calculations, there’s a 79 percent probability that they would not notice you, but there is still another 21 percent probability of finding you out through other means.

After some pondering, Ye Chong decided,
If that’s the case, then we’ll make the first move. We’ll not wait for them to come to us, but get to them first!
Ye Chong had no concept of striking after an opponent’s move; since he had confirmed the opponent’s hostility, he would not hesitate to act. His words were filled with confidence and dominance – Ye Chong was like a wild beast ready to put on a fight!
Mu had no objections to his plan!
After deciding on the course of action, Ye Chong began his move.
He moved quickly to the twenty first floor, and came before the door of Room 065. The door was well secured, and while Ye Chong was confident he could break through this particular type of alloy metal, the act would alert the room’s inhabitant. With the enemy alerted, his position would be compromised, and Ye Chong doubted he could best four mechs surrounding him at once. He must eliminate the person in the room first, in order to greatly reduce the probability of him being surrounded and attacked.
The problem was, how could he eliminate this person without alerting the other four?
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[1] MP Games: Mech Pilots’ Games is an event like sports day, but for mech pilots
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Lucid Ye Chong understood that Grandpa Xian’s little business could not support his stay Grandpa Qian has evolved


Strv Yeah, of course we know what mp day is, we had once such day in our school but no one appeared, as mechas are yet to be invented. Poor pilots, they had to rely on themselves to move around, and
walk
like the rest of the peasanta. 😭


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Slender had his eyes fixed on the security camera. His sight wafted through the hologram in the monitor, of an image projecting the accommodation of that old man Xu. He observed meticulously. He was trying his very best to discern the appearance of every passerby near Xu’s place, especially those who happened to be in that old man’s proximity, just to identify if they were knitted together. He was devoted and held initiatives towards his job. He knew that the authority assigned him to this job instead of others because of such good nature he had.
I’ll find those nasty rats out, by then, I’ll-
A hand covered his mouth out of the blue. Stiffness had skimmed down his neck before he could react. Splashes of blood gushed out from him. Are those my old blood? No… No way… Slender was horrified as he struggled, wriggling helplessly through the cold hand gripping him like a wrench. I can’t die! I can’t die just yet! He bawled in his mind but he was already losing control of his body by that moment.
The stiffness strangling his neck remained like a freezing breeze, slowly consuming his stamina as he bled profusely. Oozes of pain blinded him, as he went unconscious and finally stopped moving soon after.
Not till he was utterly dead Ye Chong would be letting the man go.
He tossed Slender to the ground.
He turned away and was going to run, yet… That door is such a nuisance. It was a problem for Ye Chong because it was made out of metal and he could not simply break a metallic door without alarming anyone in the building. Fortunately, the white wall before him prompted some ideas. It was a wall of thermoplastic composite, having a thickness about 10 centimeters and an effective noise absorber. It is only thicker than the heavy metallic door by 2 to 3 centimeters but way better. Who doesn’t like walls with noise absorption property? Especially strong ones like this. It comes in handy.
Firstly, he went downstairs to the lobby and had set security cameras in all 21 floors of the building to sleep mode. Of course, such a tech-savvy task would be of Mu’s responsibility. He then returned to Room 065 at the highest floor.
The dagger which Gu Shaoze gave Ye Chong as a gift had never left his body since then.
He pulled out the dagger and measured the thickness in comparison to the wall. Thup! A stab into the wall. He had to admit that the noise-absorbing ability of the thermoplastic composite wall was outstanding. Not even the slightest sound was heard when he launched that dagger of his. It was rather sturdy too considering that Ye Chong took quite a lot of effort to fully insert the dagger.
The highest floor was completely off-limits it seemed, probably a special request from the dead man, judging by how there was literally nobody else in the walkway. Fantastic! That was an additional advantage for Ye Chong’s escape.
Ugh! Ugh…
He was slicing through the wall laboriously as he would never want to alert anyone nearby with the screeches he could possibly make if he went too fast. He maintained his speed cautiously. He could feel the hardness of the wall gradually wearing off the strength of his hand. Oh the amount of friction on his palm! It was tough. Throughout the process, the swishes made by his dagger could be faintly heard. Ye Chong was very confident that if he were to stay farther from the wall, he would hear nothing.
I swear I would never use thermoplastic composite for my walls when I build my house in future; I would be killed in my sleep before I even wake up with such security it offers.
The pressure on the dagger had lifted. Yes! Ye Chong was excited. All he needed was a gentle push to the piece he cut off to the front. Wait! Wait! Wait! He ran to catch the falling piece before it landed with a loud thump. The person in the room before him was still facing his back to Ye Chong. It seemed like he did not alert anyone in there. Phew! He sighed.
Okay, now to the second task in the list…
He walked by the fainted man. His eyes were more interested in the monitor on the table than some dead man lying on the floor. He fiddled with the settings on the monitor, trying to get something.
There was no time for him to look through the directory. Time was precious. He pressed a few buttons and ejected the microchip. He slid the chip into his pocket and began frisking the slender guy on the floor. A few belongings he believed to contain the man’s identity were stolen.
Ye Chong rushed downstairs and hit the lobby again. This time he deleted all his involvement off the record at the self-service processor as soon as he arrived.
He exited the building and warped F-58 out from the alternate dimension.
He observed the lawn outside the foundation as he plotted another round of trespassing. The Hawkeye, a model of mech specialized for reconnaissance, had a diminutive body compared to other models, of a mere length about 6 meters, coated with a unique kind of painting, which changed its color according to surroundings, allowing effective camouflage. The killer feature of the Hawkeye was the pair of
antennas
on its head stranding to the back, which tremendously boosts its scope of scanning and capacity of impulse-receiving. It also came with an extremely powerful scanning and anti-detection system. High mobility, great speed and overwhelming length of battery life offered by its exclusive battery, though in return it had to sacrifice its durability. To fit in the battery, the armor had to be much thinner. With such lackluster thickness, one hit would finish the machine off. There was not much of possibility for it to fight back too, considering its weak firepower.
Wow this dude actually uses a reconnaissance model to watch his place. What a pimp!
Mumbled Ye Chong.
F-58 lurked like a jaguar on its hunt as it coveted its prey in darkness. It was undeniable that the F-58 got the upper hand in this situation. A mere training mech model it might be, it still had a more superior anti-detection system. The alarm did not go off as it moved. They were undetected the whole time.
Ye Chong raised a spear. Well, a magnetic sword that sets off frequency would be bad for a sneak-attack. Imagine if he were to brandish that cool sword towards one of the machines that fell prey to his assassination, due to the reflective nature of mech armors, the frequency would be easily bounced everywhere and all mechs and aircrafts in the vicinity would immediately detect Ye Chong committing a crime there. In the next moment, before he knew it, he would be bombarded by 3 other mechs. Another session of fast and furious awaited.
He never desired an overkill with a Hawkeye, which was blatantly a weakling in front of the mighty F-58. Its inability to even detect F-58 with its so-called
advanced
scanning system had already justified everything, even a layman could tell which mech would win in the first 10 seconds. So what Ye Chong pondered about was a way to knock the Hawkeye out without being detected and giving them a chance to notify the others.
Assassination. Oh assassination, one true hobby Ye Chong adored. The passion increased the likelihood of success in the operation this time. He would get it over with by hook or by crook, as long as it would add up to the success rate of his operation.
The left hand of F-58 snapped the neck of the Hawkeye while the spear in its right pierced the cabin. It was a spear with a diameter beyond 30 centimeters. Any man could be dead even by minimal contact. That pathetic armor of Hawkeye could barely hold up Ye Chong’s spear as it shredded like paper upon the stab. That doesn’t nail it. Ye Chong was not ending yet. He tore away the shattered armor at the cabin and he saw the murdered man inside. He felt much relieved as he stealthy placed the mech at a corner of the rooftop.
Ye Chong would break his neck to assassinate. No pun intended. But it was not his, rather the other man’s. And he loved it. He loved the moment when the neck snapped in his bare hand in a nice crack. It was such a strange sensation. One move and that is all it took. Nothing else would be needed. People would be dead without doing anything funny. No sound, no drama, no struggle. Straightforward, hassle-free.
Okay that’s the second Hawkeye snapped. Now to the last two mechs at the corners.
It was also a Hawkeye at one corner. Ye Chong was shocked. Wow! Did he literally set off 3 mechs specially for reconnaissance on an old man like Grandpa Xu? Most people would assume Hawkeye as another random scouting machinery but that was not the point! Ye Chong knew it deeply, it would certainly cost an arm and a leg for a specialized mech like Hawkeye, just like how the Sand Scorpio he once used was much more expensive than the Gold Wheat despite its less-pleasant look compared to the Gold Wheat to the public.
And right beside the last Hawkeye was a Karl, which was notorious for its crude design – a height about 16 meters, twice as high as the F-58 and had twice the amount of parts as most of the mechs. In addition, its shield with a height of 10 meters waved like moving gigantic walls of labyrinth, suffocating indeed, not to mention how Karl wielded both of them. I wonder how people find Karl whenever they spotted one. Imagine an iron hunk of tower-height shoving a giant shield each in his hands. Wild, barbaric, monstrous, savage… There was not much of a good word to describe. The firm dark green mechanical legs it had would move with a terrifying screech that gave goosebumps to anyone who heard it. It was obvious that no one would ever consider to give this colossus some anti-skid build. Its fate had been determined the day it was built with all the low quality and dirt cheap materials. It was born to be an enslaved fighter, the walking ashes in the warfield.
The man who placed Karl and Hawkeye in a group probably just wanted Karl to be the tanker of his eyes. Oh wait, it should be the guardian of his eyes. Karl still held some values in this situation, assuming if they were attacked, Hawkeye could actually make its way out while Karl tried to buy more time holding back the intruders. Sadly, Karl’s life was hardly a concern. A moving wall is a moving wall. If it crumbles, it just does. No one else would care.
Ye Chong was rather impressed by the fact that the dead man could come up with such a remarkable combination to shield against possible raids. The high defense of Karl combined with the powerful scanning system of Hawkeye. The eyes and the shield in one place.
Ye Chong sneaked towards the mechs.
He was not expecting the hefty slow Karl to react this quickly! Karl turned his head as soon as Ye Chong started flying towards them. He instantly hid both Hawkeye and himself within the shields he raised. The 10 meter tall shield perfectly covered up the 6 meter tall Hawkeye.
Karl did feel agitated but the pilot did not detect any hostility from the black mech coming towards him. The speed had yet to be increased. It just travelled calmly to his direction. It looked more like a random passerby to him. Frankly speaking, he had been assuming that he was overreacting to anything coming in his sight the last few days. Those mechs he presumed to be a raider eventually just zoomed away in leisure. He did panic for numerous times at first but as time passed, he got used to his door-guard job and he lowered his guard.
That shielding was out of subconsciousness.
Must be overreacting again this time he thought. I mean who would simply dare to challenge the authority in the public? Especially when this place belonged to the Ji Family. That’s like going against God. Only fools would do it… Yeah, I have a point… He moved the shield away from Hawkeye bit by bit as he thought.
Watching how sluggish the black mech flew, the pilot snickered. Only greenhorns would fly like a derp in this speed! Maybe an absolute greenhorn in flights too!
As much as he assumed, the black mech then travelled clumsily towards the pilot, as if it was drunk.
The pilot laughed out loud upon seeing the poor execution by that black mech. What a good chance for an extra entertainment! Today’s show would be
Bullying the Noob
! He was unhappy when he was ordered to pilot the junky Karl these few days long. Only garbage would pilot a Karl. It is like a runner-up after another runner-up in the team, a member in the lineup forever. What an insult! But he could not spit it as it was an order from the authority. He stayed quiet and piloted Karl like a moody baby. However, things had changed! Now came a greenhorn to have fun with!
The black mech was inching towards Karl. Hah! That awkward movement! He almost fell a few times! The pilot felt laughter rumbling in his stomach. That was so hilarious! I just can’t! He put up a look at that black mech as if he was looking at his pet.
A little bit more. Wait for it… Get to me and we’ll play!
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DarkFloyd Yep Death is coming


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System From the great words of a ghost,’Never know what hit them’

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Ye Chong’s pupils shrunk on a whim!
Time to accelerate! Ye Chong’s hands hovered over the control panel like a shroud of phantasm.
The F-58 that acted goofy before had advanced in an overpowering speed towards Karl! As if it were on drugs, it charged with spear dazzling ferocity! The pilot in Karl saw his fear becoming real gradually. The cold shine of death magnified in his quivering eyes!
He was saved by the instinct he obtained from intensive training in the past, as he set his shield to the front immediately to protect him and his partner from fatal damages at any cost. There was scarcely time for him to collect his thoughts. His sense of protection just held his teammate up within his mech’s right arm.
A man who could still be thinking of his own mates at such a situation.
Ye Chong was impressed.
Heading towards the iron wall in no time, Ye Chong did not seem to be decelerating at all! A slide tilted and Ye Chong skied over the surface of the shield so smoothly as if the shield was lubricated.
Karl who was behind the shield was confused. The expected crash was not coming anytime soon. There was no pressure exerted onto the shield and the hands felt too light for an incoming collision. Huh? A shadow came to the right of Karl. The slow giant was horrified, he could not manage to shift his heavy shield in time, he lifted his elbow towards himself from the strike.
Hawkeye was too absorbed being the watchdog that the pilot only found the existence of the loophole by then. The raider had already sneaked through the iron shield! Hawkeye sent off an emergency signal right away! But there was no response! Hope had been sunken in the pilot of Hawkeye. Apparently his other mates were done for as well. No one could reach them. The raider must have planned thoroughly for this attack! Such resourcefulness! The thoughts sent chills down his spine, from the bottom right to the top of his head. He shuddered unwillingly. He gestured at Karl to call for cover-up on his escape. He would be running away at maximum speed as he believed he must stay alive to spread the words to the other grunts at the very least!
He switched his engine on. Wham!
He didn’t make it. Before he wanted to make his next move, he felt as if he was crashed by a speeding mech. The agony in his body terrorized his remaining muscles. He shrieked seeing half of his body chopped off like hay in a cutter, blood spilling over the weapon like a gruesome graffiti. His head leaned to the side as he lost his consciousness which seemed to be never retrieved afterwards.
Back when Karl arched his arm, F-58 took it like a lever and launched itself to the air. One somersault and the rarely used shield was finally put into use this time. The impact created from F-58’s leap disabled Karl’s movement temporarily. F-58 stomped on the ground landing and he swiftly sent the shield flying with a fling he made. The shield spun through the gap between Karl and the iron shield, all the way to the running Hawkeye. A critical hit!
The edges of the compound metal shield were extremely honed, plus it flew under the immense strength of F-58’s toss, the damage was greater than ever especially when Hawkeye’s armor was pathetically weak. The shield pierced through completely like a slice to the apple. Crackles and splutters. The Hawkeye exploded. Having to witness the entire scene, the mechs that happened to be passing by in the air were horrified and nearly lost control.
There was no more need to keep it down anymore. Ye Chong activated his magnetic sword, wanting to end the battle quickly and flee.
Karl had not been making any movement since then, seemingly too astonished by the sudden explosion before him that he did not notice the approaching F-58.
Well, aren’t you prepared to die when you are prepared to daze off at such timing? Ye Chong could imagine Karl already dead in his mind, as he waved his magnetic sword like a ferocious serpent as its sting inched towards Karl for a deadly kiss. Ye Chong! A white light blinded Ye Chong as he heard Mu warning,
Look out!

Karl actually self-destructed? The explosion blew Ye Chong off far away. In a bewilderment, his eyes set upon the tiny dot in the sky. No! It wasn’t a suicide! He enlarged the image obtained in the processor. Dammit! That was the white mech going after him last time. Ye Chong could not stop cursing, but it was not the time for that.
The F-58 reached his hands for the ground to stabilize his balance. Bang! He dodged in a tumble right away. I knew it! The attack had yet to be ended as another beam of light struck right before Ye Chong. The F-58 then set close to the floor and zigzagged to the rooftop as he picked up the shield on the way. The frisbee would come in real handy now! He got to the top and jumped off from the building of 500 floors tall.
The white mech chased behind, showing determination in getting Ye Chong real nailed this time!
Dammit! Dammit! Ye Chong called himself in such bad luck of encountering this white mech at this very moment of all times they could have met.
He set himself off into the urban jungle, weaving in between the buildings. That would have worked in the past. However, the white mech seemed to be going real in the hunt. The worst part of the scenario was it would appear that the white mech was aided by the police forces. The color blue, black and white were the typical colors for police officers’ mechs and none of theirs were of low-quality! Most of the mechs were either average or advanced. Under the assistance of police force, they cornered Ye Chong bit by bit.
What could Ye Chong have done? Agitation seared his head. Puzzlement wet his face.
Mu.
The communicator of F-58 rang with a familiar voice,
I’m Johansson, do you hear me?
Ye Chong would love to respond but,
No time for words. There’s a turning 100 meters in front of you. Meet there!
And he hung up. Gosh! Ye Chong’s heart skipped a beat. So the Black Cove are finally getting their hands into this!
He settled his mind and sped up straight. 100 meters were a brief distance to Ye Chong’s speed. Any place in that distance was not far-fetched to reach within a blink of an eye. Ye Chong’s eyes focused on that very black mech as soon as he arrived.
This must be the war model of the Black Cove! That was the first time Ye Chong saw the exact machinery limited to the Black Covers right before his eyes. He had heard amazing stories about it. But I’ve never seen it, till today!
The only impression flooding his thought then was – This is the coolest mech I’ve ever seen!
Hideous! That would be the lasting impression given to every person who had seen this mech. The well-proportioned body glossed in a dreamy darkness, a color inhibited the bloodthirsty will in it; the hooks on the slender wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees and the head flashed like the fangs of the demon lord debuting from the underworld; the scepter about a meter half at the right arm, along with the chains wrapped over which the endings were kept inside the mech – wondering what it actually could do.
A magnetic sword kept at the crossing of its back. Came in a pair, about 3 meters long each.
The armguard on its left was rather easily overlooked, which could be pretty good considering what the mech was made for. The sharp edges were hidden within the coat of black paint. The ulterior of the legs had the same pair of scepters too, with the rising spikes installed at the heels. Well for the hidden firepower… I couldn’t tell how many shooting cartridges he hid.

Five.
Enlightened Mu,
5 cartridges were hidden.

An absolute killer machine! Ye Chong could not stop complimenting the machinery in his mind. Imagine with such firepower, combined with Johansson’s rapid attacking skills – the destruction this mech could potentially create would be more than overwhelming! The apparent setup must not be it! There had to be more, considering it a mech from the Black Cove. It should have some other fearsome modifications not known by a glance! Terrifying. Unpredictable!
Ye Chong shifted his view onto his own F-58. It was at the other extreme on a scale with the black mech. It just felt so half-baked in comparison with Johansson’s war machine. If he were to have a duel with Johansson in a F-58, no matter how much more skillful he was than Johansson, he would lose inevitably.

Those men are from the association.
Johansson spoke gravely,
And we are finishing them right here, together!

As planned, both of them took the sides of the crossing each. Hiding in darkness, Ye Chong tried to piece everything together in his mind. Association? Did he mean the FMPA? Wait, so the FMPA is actually the nemesis of Black Cove? Ever since he got out of the Black Cove, Ye Chong showed disdain towards the certification system in FMPA. The pilots certified by the so-called
association of the galaxy
could hardly be called potent. Nevertheless, he never expected the day that he would be dumbfounded by someone from the FMPA. The super-advanced mechs that have been hunting me were all from the FMPA? The pilot inside that white mech might be inferior to Ye Chong’s skills but was still way above the average
advanced pilots
holding fancy certificates in the field. He was from the FMPA too?
How would the Black Cove become the enemy to the FMPA?
It did not make sense to Ye Chong.
Here it comes!
Johansson boomed. Everything happened so fast, Ye Chong simply did not have the leisure to go through the scenes again.
The white mech gracefully emerged in the crossing at first, which the grace was lost upon seeing two mechs at the crossing awaiting for itsarrival. The white mech appeared to have flinched seeing Johansson’s fearsome machine.

Do it!
Johansson shouted and pounced at the white mech straightaway. The speed was unlooked for to the white mech as it went easily a stage faster than F-58.
The white mech calmed down fairly quick and backed off with dexterity a strange-looking gun in the hand aiming at Johansson.

You… You!
Johansson’s angry voice ran deep and profound.
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Crews8er This needs more editing. The dialogue is jarring and doesn’t always make sense. The descriptions of of objects and activity are pretty good so I imagine the problem is the difference in grammar structure and syntax between Chinese and English. If you could adjust things a bit to put it in a more natural sounding format the quality would be greatly increased.


Izhar5 i agree


MistyClouds I’m a bit confused but maybe the next chapter will enlighten me.

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Ye Chong backed away, absconding from the scene!
It’s now or never. Ye Chong might have seemed foolish for not understanding the bread and butter of routine in humanity, although he was not utterly foolish. He snorted. He knew the situation well enough – if the white mech was ever annihilated, he would be the next target in Johansson’s eyes and would not stand a chance to even grapple! Thinking back about what had happened at the Black Cove, Ye Chong could smell the distinct danger in the air. His intuition was justified by Mu’s analysis which suggested Johansson showing a hidden enmity. Well then, why should I stay back and be skewed when I can run?
If only I have a proper mech, I would have… hhnnggh!
Ye Chong felt dejected for his helplessness.
A stab for Johansson as a farewell gift? Ye Chong’s mischievous mind feared the idea. Judging by the tone when Johansson spoke to him, anyone could have guessed Johansson’s intention of dragging him back to the Black Cove. Johansson did not seem to be keen at murder. However, if only the white mech remained and Johansson actually wanted to get rid of him, it would be the same old bad ending he imagined in his mind…
Ye Chong backed out right when Johansson shouted to initiate the attack, which left Johansson stupefied after pouncing at the white mech.
Why you little-
said Johansson angrily, yet he had better things to worry about, like his own safety. The white mech pointed the gun at Johansson.
Ye Chong did not seem bothered because he was not aware of what that strange-looking gun in the white mech’s hand was. Nonetheless, it was not the same for Johansson. He recognized the gun since he had been infiltrating the FMPA’s database the moment he got his own war machine. He had read through the profiles of his nemesis.
The white mech is known elegantly as the
Messenger
– as angelic as it may sound, it is a commonly used unmodified mechs among the aces of the FMPA.
And that gun, known as
Javelin Angel-V
, is the true original weapon used by the experts in the association, named after the semicircle curving over the body like wings, glossing in fair pearl white like an angel. It looks more like an art than a killing weapon.
A .20 caliber gun might seem too minuscule to do anything to a mech of 10 meters tall. However, the caliber does not matter, but what it fires does. It would be a total different outcome providing that if it fires nano waves. Calculated based on the Thomson’s law, the nano waves could effortlessly devastate the whole fifty-story building at the maximum capacity of the gun. Given by how there was never a letup from the FMPA, one could already imagine how powerful the gun could be.
Johansson hmphed. He displayed no fright. His eyes were cold. The archival held more than just a grudge towards each other. If the Black Cove never played dirty it would have been long wiped. Johansson recognized the situation. With Black Cove’s strength it shall never be wiped out for real. Though it was a bit unacceptable for Johansson that the FMPA could put up with the Black Cove for this long.
Johansson placed the arm shield before his chest. Zzzzzt! A layer of strange rays started emitting from his dark shield and shrouded Johansson’s body in plasma, which shaped like a slightly dented shield over him and his Cosmic Flare. He then got onto his black mech, the Cosmic Flare.
Johansson moved evasively. Even though he was much slower than Ye Chong in terms of steering, the impressive Cosmic Flare covered up the holes, thus making Johansson a much better driver than Ye Chong on his underdeveloped F-58.
He did not assume that such little trick could chase the enemy away and of course he was not that dumb to assume that would evade them either. The Messenger possessed an impeccable lock-on system that aided less skillful pilots to nail the hit by halving duration of the entire input sequence using its automatic and guided lock-on function which would only sacrifice negligible quantity of accuracy in exchange.
A ray of scorching lilac glared towards Johansson! The transparent plasma shield shook violently for a moment. I knew it! That has to be the nano waves fired from Javelin Angel-V! The shield stabilized quickly. However to Johansson’s horror, he noticed the sharp drop of the battery after the first strike. Fortunately it was also exhausting for Javelin Angel-V to sustain the firepower – if the info obtained was accurate that is…
The possibility of dodging the next attack was meager enough to encourage Johansson to just advance forward fearlessly under his plasma shield. As soon as I get close enough I could finish this guy off in one blow. He travelled towards the enemy, disregarding the possibly massive damage coming at him.
This was the typical brawl between members of FMPA and Black Cove. The Black Covers maintained movements that were more complicated, more depleting with their enhanced physique and dexterity of their hands to complete the input – the archetypal Black Covers; while the FMPA pilots would pull punches with the more avant-garde and automated machineries made out of their flawless craftsmanship to remedy their physical fragility – the classic FMPA members.
The pilots from the Black Cove were known for their combative skills, so one could picture the otherworldly strength in close-combats with the Black Covers. The technology at the Black Cove might be seemingly incompetent compared to the FMPA, but that did not mean they were outdated. The mechs used in Black Cove were contrarily in a status-quo of the leading position when put into comparison with the unmodified mechs in the current market, which makes them ultimately unique in combats for they were those who combined potent pilots and mechs along with bizarre weaponry.
Since the mechs used by the Black Covers were already known to be prime, then the more developed mech technology at the FMPA had to be the greatest. The most sophisticated processor, the most inventive engines, the most pioneering choice of materials, the most innovative mech designs and together they form the most groundbreaking mech in the galaxy. Intellectualization of mech was the breakthrough they achieved where they were possible to make the best decision in a presented scenario within an extremely brief period of time under the assistance of the processor installed. Moreover, they had also created the top ranged weapons with dazzling variety and compelling forces, hence their style of ranged attacks with high mobility was determined.
And that meant the Messenger would be in hot water any moment soon. Johansson charged and had already aimed the possible alley the Messenger could have blinked to if it were to escape, which certainly led to his victory in the end. It could have been a perfect victory, if Ye Chong did not surprise him with that last-minute runaway, in which the Messenger could have escaped back then.
Ye Chong was scurrying from the scene on his mech. There was no way he would turn back now. All engines, maximum speed! He zigzagged through the buildings, trying to hide himself within the ground, though he knew it well that the two big machines could have been too busy fighting each other dead or alive to even care about Ye Chong. It was rather delightful to have lost that white mech. Without that white mech escorting, the police mechs were no longer an issue. A turn here and a spin there, a leap and a sink, through that alley and over the fence, he finally left the proximity of police forces.
Ye Chong went on flying calmly. His mech was too eye-catching, Ye Chong thought it through, wondering if there were more of those white mechs going after him. As for his appearance, only Johansson knew, so he probably would not be identified. Thanks to Johansson who held the annoying mech for me, I can now go into hiding. Ye Chong was feeling smug.

Oh well, sigh.
Ye Chong thought back about beautifully-crafted mech Johansson owned, with envy he lamented to Mu,
How I wish I had that kind of mech, Mu.


Well according to calculations based on the data given, the chances are below 10%.
Mu flatly analyzed.

The heck, Mu, how did you even calculate that?
Ye Chong was astonished.

It’s simple. It’s based on the original mathematical model proposed by Austin, in conjunction with the combination of the fuzzy theory with multi-variation probability, thus the possibility to calculate your case, Ye Chong.


Sometimes I just wish you speak English, Mu.
Ye Chong scratched his head,
And I also wish you could be more sentimental.


Sentimental means: of, or prompted by feelings of tenderness, sadness or nostalgia. Based on my reading, it is blatant that you do not possess such quality.
A comeback from Mu.

What!
Ye Chong screamed in his mind,
Mu, do you mean I am not sentimental?


That is correct.
Mu replied.

Why you…

In the midst of mutual-teasing, Ye Chong heard someone calling from his back.
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MistyClouds Lol. A machine telling him he’s not sentimental. Thanks for the chapter


SirVic Thanks for the chapter and translation


egovinco alot of grammar mistakes, has this been edited?

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Ever since Ye Chong met Mu, his usual mumbo-jumbo had gradually reduced. He had been communicating with Mu through telepathy. To the people around, he no longer appeared to be muttering to himself, instead, he stayed all quiet.
Ye Chong turned over towards the direction of the voice calling. It was Sun Xuelin and Shew coming towards him along with 3 other young men. A glance through the gang, his eyes identified the uniqueness of the man in the center, who seemed to be the eldest as he walked in a fairly steady and mature manner; while the man on his right was a bit more buffed, apparently someone who had undergone a certain kind of special training. Though he had an evenly flexible looking limbs, he still did not look fluid enough, which indicated that he would had issues mastering the control of his strength; the other on the left was much more undersized, or even puny, but he did have a nice pair of hands which gave Ye Chong an impression being quite nimble.
Ye Chong’s careful observation on a person always started with the person’s behavior, the physique then tiny details like their gestures. Contrary to the norms, he did not show concern of one’s facial appearance.
Hmph! Xuelin’s face was all puffy and steaming as she stood at the side, turning her face away from Ye Chong while Shew, her cousin pulled Xuelin’s sleeve, signaling her to behave.

Greetings Mister.
The leading man smiled kindly as he initiated,
You must be that very Ye Miss Xuelin had mentioned. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Yang An and we had heard about your amazing skills from Miss Xuelin. We certainly appreciate your accommodating nature willing to assist Miss Xuelin repairing her mech. So regarding the price you had offered before, we accept it wholeheartedly. Would you mind, by all means, to join our establishment?

Ye Chong’s mind was clogged with the long-winded introduction.
Hmm… Hmmmm… Oh!
He got what the man meant – they are paying.
Okay, good!
He spoke on.
Ye Chong was acting nonchalantly towards such a lovely offer but the leader Yang An did not seem to mind the attitude at all,
So let me carry on introducing my men. This is Ke Han, the pilot of our group. And this is Ding Yining, our ace student from the mechanic school, who is very familiar with mech modification and would be providing you assistance.

Ke Han was trying to be friendly at first but Ye Chong’s indifference was enraging to him. It was not really because of Ye Chong putting up an attitude, but rather because Ye Chong appeared to be too engaged chatting with Mu in his mind to bother what Yang An spoke.

Based on the data I had received, Johansson has about 87% chance of achieving victory in that fight against the white mech. The white mech on the other hand has measly 10% success rate of escaping and 3% chance of winning,
reported Mu flatly.

Well that sounds like Johansson had won the fight!
Ye Chong was confident that he could have won if he were to pilot Johansson’s mech, considering how even Johansson could win in the end.
Suddenly a number of mechs soared through the sky in lightning speed, which created an airflow against the sleeves of people on the ground. Ye Chong lifted his head and nearly got a heart attack because those happened to be the exact same white mech he had encountered before.
Johansson must have defeated the white mech, so the ally came to the rescue. Ye Chong counted the number of white mechs in his mind. One, two, three… six… seven. Hehehe, Johansson is in trouble.
While Yang An continued blabbering things Ye Chong did not bother, Ke Han’s impression towards Ye Chong had just taken a turn to the worse. He glared on, hoping that Ye Chong would realize his ill manner. But well, even if Ye Chong did notice his attitude, he would not repent for his
ill manner
too.
Yang An seemed to be also a little agitated in his eyes. He retained his smile as he spoke on,
Very well. Maybe we should try on working something now, just to break the ice. How about that? Mister.


O…Oh..
Ye Chong shifted his focus back to the conversation,
Okay… Sure…
, knowing that the person still wanted to test him out despite all those unnecessary respects in act.
They got onto their transportation and moved to the base.
It was a giant storage with all sorts of parts and tools for mech of different models. It was so messy that the tools looked as if they were suffocating.
The weak Ding Yining rubbed his palms in slight embarrassment,
Hahaha… I’m sorry. This place is a little messy sometimes. I usually work alone here so I don’t really do cleanups.

Ye Chong took a glance at the parts scattered on the ground. From the moment he had seen that black mech from Black Cove and the white mech from FMPA, he no longer fancied these ordinary mechs stuck in the storage. Any advanced mech even like the F-58 would have looked modest in front of the mighty Black Cove gears, let alone that super overpowered war machines Johansson drove and that Messenger the FMPA pilot sniped with.
He could not find a good reason himself to explain the vast difference of quality between the so-called advanced mechs sold in the market and the real deal in Black Cove and FMPA.
Who are the Black Cove and FMPA seriously?
Questions of different kinds mushroomed in Ye Chong’s thoughts.
But, well, there is a time and place for everything, but not now…

Sooo… What kind of mechs do you guys need?
Ye Chong asked.

Speed. All speed. We only need speed. Well of course, it would be better if we get some mobility.
Ke Han stepped to the front and replied excitingly.
Such requirement actually reminded Ye Chong of that blue paperweight he had a race with in the street back then. That bottle-head setting…

What about firepower?


Nope.
Ke Han shook his head,
Does not require.


What about defense?


Nope.
Ke Han shook his head again,
I only want speed. What I want is a mech specialized for races.

Sounds like that blue paper mech I met last time. But for Pete’s sake what the heck can that kind of mech do? Run?
Ye Chong wanted to question Ke Han’s concept but he was too lazy for a fruitless discussion. Since the employer asked for a racing mech, he would give him a racing mech.
He then inquired this future pilot of the mech regarding some essential factors to be taken into consideration for designs, including height, weight, habits of controlling, optimum speed of his hands and so on.
Ye Chong knotted his brows while conversing with Ke Han and sometimes he went dazed. He walked to and fro performing calculations and simulations on the processor in the storage.
It lasted for 30 minutes and right when the people started to get impatient, Ye Chong finally came up with the ultimate modification plan.
Yining took a look at Ye Chong’s blueprint and out of sudden, the eyes lustered with desire as well as amazement, like a famished wolf spotting a fat lamb in the field.

Perfect… This is too perfect! Oh my gosh!! You are a genius!
Yining could not stop exclaiming as his eyes fixed on Ye Chong with adore. Yining even felt like kneeling down and pleading Ye Chong to be his master. But there was no time for that! The next thing Yining did was storming into the mountain of parts to obtain those mentioned in Ye Chong’s plan at full speed. Yining rushed in and out madly.
Apparently, the owner of this storage, Yining also happened to be a mech maniac. Thankfully Yining’s storage had all the things Ye Chong would need in building this mech. Or else, he could not swear that he would make it.
There were a variety of tools and strange parts scattered around in the storage. Ye Chong could barely recognize most of the tools. Frankly speaking, some of them also happened to be his first encounter. There was no way he could use those tools. But then, it did not mean that there was nobody else who could use the tools for him. The owner Yining knew the place and the tools well enough. Plus, Yining was all proactive and passionate. Ye Chong could just sit aside, point his fingers around and watch things happen.
Ye Chong would be informing the materials and the parts needed, along with specific ways of modifying certain parts, while Yining did all the work – literally Ye Chong was being the contractor of this construction.
Yining’s skill was aided with odd gadgets and carried out with full efficiency and effectiveness, which was an eye-opener to Ye Chong. He observed Yining carefully and learned the tricks bit by bit with heart.
After approximately 4 hours of hard work on building the new machines, they eventually got to the grand opening of a newborn mech.
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Division eh, shew is here again


Yuevel Eh, what? They built a mech in 4 hours?!


SirVic Thanks for the chapter and translation

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The moment had arrived! A newborn mech was to be sent into the sky soaring like a bird, freely and… When everyone saw the post-modification, their eyes were filled with confusion, looking at Ye Chong. Yining who had been working hard for the past hours went dumbfounded upon seeing the mech he modified with his own hands looking like this.
Is this crap still a mech?
This was probably what everyone else had in mind.
The mech was in a shape of an arrow, with a tampering body from cabin to the end. The body was much narrower than before, but taller, like a flattened swordfish; while the main engine was shifted to the very end. It was all according to Ye Chong’s calculation, where the placement of center of gravity would be ideal. The front was the
arrowhead
with the side wings forming a V shape towards the fore, unlike before when it used to be a flimsy metallic strip and multiple additional engines were installed to promote a larger scope of redirection. The design was an innovation but also a challenge to the pilot as the cabin had been moved to the body of the mech, the
shaft
where it only offered limited space for body movement, just enough to fit Ke Han sitting in. No wonder Ye Chong asked him about the height and the weight. Also as the entire cabin had became cramped, the processor was replaced with a much smaller one which served less functions. Technically if it was a mech made for Ye Chong, he would hardly need a processor and could just play manually. But Yining was the one strongly against this because a mech was believed to be worthless without a processor inside.
The mech was mainly built using light titanium alloy, which durability might appeared substandard, but it served better for its featherweight. The engine used was Firebird-III and it was not because of its dynamic, rather, again, it was because of its weight being merely half of the other engines of similar grades and most importantly it offered the largest scope of redirection in the group. Most of the main engines only served the purpose of providing momentum to the mech and it wholly depended on the additional engines to make direction changes. However, there happened to be some rare kinds that could do both, though they offer a smaller scope of redirection. Firebird-III from this category was the most outstanding in direction control being a main engine, thus it became Ye Chong’s choice. Of course, such an overpowered-sounding engine was not a common selection by the public for it consumed high amount of energy. It might had half of the weight of engines of similar grade, but in return it had twice the amount of energy depletion as the other engines in its line, which drastically restrained its application. For instance, the mech Ye Chong designed could sustain a nonstop flight for a limited duration of 8 hours when fully charged at most. Such a flaw Ye Chong thought it was that he asked Ke Han for opinion but he did not show much disagreement considering how he was only required a 2 hour flight in the tournament. That was more than enough.
Yining proceeded to paint the whole mech in blue – a blue like a pool of clear lake. The strange design did actually made the mech look much more striking, forceful with its hollowed body. The team was looking forward to its performance.
They looked at each other and nodded. Somehow they read each other pretty well. They agreed the fact that it was their first time seeing such an odd mech. It would be more appropriate to call it an aircraft instead. Ke Han was thrilled to try on his new toy that he felt like hopping into the cabin right away.
Up, up, and away! Ke Han set off into the sky!
For moments on ground, they had been anticipating Ke Han’s return to hear his words about the new craft.
Ke Han finally made it back – literally made it back. It was not as heartwarming as coming home because Ke Han crawled out of his cabin with his face drained, his legs shaking.
H…hi…f…folks.

They quickly went to Ke Han.
Han!
Yang An asked hurriedly,
What’s wrong?


To…tt…Ttt…Too fast! Th…Th…This is… inten…ss…intense!
He caught his breath, settled his mind,
There were a few times I nearly crashed into people! It’s too hard to control!
But he seemed all pumped and enthusiastic,
Still, it’s fast, too fast! I guess I could already be a professional racer at this rate. It’s too fun!

Xuelin who was standing at the side seemed quite eager to try while Shew acted a scaredy cat holding Xuelin back at her sleeve.
Yining gazed endearingly at the mech he made out with his own hands.
Hmmm…
he mumbled.
What name shall we bestow this baby?


Glidy!
Ke Han waddled to Yining,
How about Glidy?


Glidy just sounds stupid.
Xuelin shook her head in strong disapproval,
A single-word name never worked. Hmm, how about Gliding Joy?
It was a suggestion coming from a beauty, and without a doubt, Ke Han approved and Yining seemed pleased with the name too.
How about Ye Ch-
Ye Chong, the designer, the contractor of the construction carried on watching the folks uninterestedly, guessing the man did not bother what the mech would be named after.
And so be it!
The name of this modified mech had been decided among the folks without much discussion.

Well.
Ye Chong looked at the time – it was time to scram for him. He stood up and spoke to Yang An,
4 hours in total. Every hour costed you 1225 Zuan. That’d be 5000 Zuan in total. Payment at your convenience!
His tone was monotonous. He did not sound mortified as he asked for his pay.
Tch! Xuelin spat her tongue in disdain and dragged Shew aside.
On the other hand, Yang An acted truly easygoing in this. He paid Ye Chong the price as he acknowledged his capability, knowing if he joined the alliance, the team would have greater odds to win.
Yining carried on gazing at Ye Chong’s blueprint in endearment, while Ke Han’s eyes still glued at Gliding Joy. His hands could not stop fondling his baby from the tip to the end, the shaft and then the wings.
Xuelin was having another private conversation with Shew at the corner. Their whispers rumbled.
Ye Chong seemed to have heard his name being mentioned in their discussion, but well… Do I really care? These two are just a bunch of weird people. I don’t have time for them.
He confirmed the transaction on his identity card. 5000 Zuans in. Done. He briefly bade farewell to them and walked away after that.
Back to the streets seeing the crowd, Ye Chong then realized it was actually the peak hour of his noodle shop! That was more frightening than anything else! He got to get back to Grandpa Qian or the loss would be beyond estimation! He ran, dashed, hurtled and sprinted through the streets, like a fired bullet through the air. The pedestrians saw a shadow flying by and they panicked just to see nothing. Most of them thought they were just feeling a little under the weather.
Ye Chong hurried back to the shop and indeed it was swarmed with customers. Grandpa Qian was running back and forth, looking really fatigued. Ye Chong, with a slight guilt, greeted Grandpa Qian and rushed into the kitchen to begin his work.
Grandpa Qian returned to the front desk and let go a sigh of relief.
When the last batch of customers left at about 8 at night, they had dinner and hit the bed after a short good-night to each other. Then nothing else happened.
Except for Ye Chong.
He locked his room and carefully took out the chip he pilfered from the dead man’s building back then. The chip had only recorded worthless information about Grandpa Xu’s whereabouts. Well the only surprising discovery was from the identity cards he obtained from the men he killed, as Mu’s immense processing ability located the background of these people.

So they are from the Ji Family?
Ye Chong asked.

Probably about 95% the likelihood according to the data acquired.
Mu answered.

That’s just another way to say yes. Well then, why are the Jis on Grandpa Xu?
he asked on.
Mu then gave a brief introduction on Ji Family’s background. Ye Chong understood the entire scenario after that. It had to be because of the new theory from Grandpa Xu that they desired. That was why they tried all sorts of ways to get Grandpa Xu into their group. And obviously Grandpa Xu would not buy any of their dirty tricks. Practically, those tricks were not that dirty to Ye Chong, considering how he would have used a much dirtier trick if he were the Jis.
Yet! It does not mean I am fine with what they have done to Grandpa Xu! Understanding does not translate approval, especially when he was involved.
Well then, by now the Ji Family should have heard of the news.
Keeping that thought, he logged into the virtual world and left a note at the Aurora, informing Grandpa Xu that he would be busy working on something and he might not be visiting anytime soon.
The Ji Family huh?
Ye Chong snickered.