Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

The situation on the field changed rapidly. After Mu Fan destroyed two mechas, the green side and the red side were left in a 3v2 comparison.

"Body coordination disengaged."

The black metal tube retracted as Mu Fan stumbled, standing in the cockpit. He shook his head, clearing his mind a bit, and the previously numb right arm was once again under his brain's control.

He looked at Black, who was hovering around him, and asked, "What just happened?"

There was a lot contained in those words, but after Black entered PO, something had changed, making it extremely easy to understand Mu Fan's questions.

"After you and the mecha coordinated, the external environmental pressure affected you, likely triggering your stress response," Black said calmly while flying around. Then it added, "Your body is somewhat special, to be precise, it's your bloodline characteristics."

Mu Fan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Understood. What were you doing earlier?"

Black's two eyes turned from dots into lines. "Before entering PO, I confirmed with you that you would delegate the authority of the virtual world plan to me. After entering, I collected related data, activated my dormant data fragments, and further enriched the database."

"My name isn't normal,"

"Normal!"

"My novice training camp wasn't normal either,"

"Normal!"

"Isn't my mecha abnormal too?"

"Normal!" It couldn't admit it to death; after all, it wasn't human and didn't have something as trivial as a face.

"Why?" Mu Fan ignored Black's response.

"Part of the planned content."

"Okay, I'll accept that answer," Mu Fan sighed.

"Now that I've integrated into the PO Battle Net, I'm trying to integrate into the Federation administrative network. I already have certain permissions to change things within the network. The body coordination combat you just experienced is one of them. However, within the plan, you won't have another opportunity to experience it again within a year. You need to familiarize yourself with mechas from the First Generation Machine, to understand real mecha operations, to prepare for actual mecha combat," Black said seriously to Mu Fan this time.

Mu Fan nodded, moved his right arm a bit, and asked with a tilt of his head, "What next?"

Black squinted its eyes again, "Wait for death."

Before Mu Fan could take action, it quickly flew away and merged into the cockpit wall, leaving only its voice echoing, "You can't operate the mecha, why not wait for death? Don't worry. Next time you use this mecha, I'll reset it for you."

When it finished speaking, it became silent again, and Black disappeared again.

Damn, why couldn't an AI learn well?

Mu Fan looked at the empty cockpit in front of him. The black tube had just been retracted; why would it reset next time? Now that it was modified, there was only one screen left. Listening to the voice channel with Fat Brother's voice, he didn't know how to respond, feeling like crying without tears.

So, at six o'clock on the map, a half-wrecked white skeletal mecha stood tall, stepping on the destroyed raider without making a sound, showcasing the demeanor of an expert.

"Hey, Egg Lord, add me as a friend outside, will you? The First Generation Machine can kill two Generation Ones in a second. It's invincible."

"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, brother, can you say something?" Fat Brother was still met with silence.

"Screw it, I'm going to find you," Fat Brother gave up on the conversation.

Mu Fan also gave up on the conversation. He decided to stand in the cockpit until the end of the battle, needing to digest everything that happened today.

Fat Brother decided to move toward the red dot where Mu Fan was, wondering what the hell was going on, not speaking or moving after a double kill.

Fat Brother pulled out a Single Soldier Illusion Bomb from behind his waist. It's an exclusive item in the PO Battle Net, a one-time Star Coins item. Its price was reasonable, and when thrown to the ground, it could generate a 3D image of the main body. From a distance, it's hard to tell apart from reality.

What did it mean to be fully armed? Armed with money to be a low-key expert. I am the Silver Warrior, Fat Brother silently bragged to himself.

He pressed the activation button and threw it to a rock nearby. A wisp of smoke rose, and a proportionate raider image appeared there. Fat Brother professionally allowed only a small part of its arm to be visible outside the rock.

"Bang bang" sounds rang as bullets penetrated the image, hitting the ground and raising dust.

Sure enough, how insidious. You think you can challenge your Fat Brother just like that? Fat Brother once again harshly despised that group of people on the opposite side.

Then Fat Brother skillfully performed an evasive maneuver. The raider leapt over the gap between two huge rocks with a very inelegant posture. Fat Brother piloted the raider, running towards Mu Fan's direction.

It was just around the little hill in front. Fat Brother's performance in this battle was eye-catching.

Oh my God! The raider braked suddenly. Fat Brother saw the EH01 standing there, against the glow of the sun. Half of the upper part of its white skeleton was shattered, with sparks occasionally flashing, kneeling beside it was a fallen raider, and another raider was beneath the white skeleton's feet.

Kneeling to the expert!! Fat Brother also saw just now, the EH01's description. This kind of civilian-modified military-use First Generation Machine isn't what textbooks say, it's supposed to replace large machinery. Since when could it fight, and so exaggeratedly!

Mu Fan, Fat Brother tried calling out again in the voice channel, still no response, showing demeanor.

"Damn, so sly. Hey, those two over there, do you want to win or not? I'm about to go out gloriously here. It's really unlucky to be with this group of pig teammates." At this moment, another teammate of Mu Fan's side shouted up in the voice channel. The combat map showed he had engaged the enemies. Two enemies sneaked close, expecting Lemon Balloon and Egg Lord to help, but Lemon Balloon retreated to the back.

"Can't guard against it all..."

The green side's mecha pilot shouted one last sentence before his cockpit was destroyed.

Not good, it's evenly matched again, 2v2. It looked like the enemy would come over soon. Should I cooperate with Mu Fan to meet them? But looking at Mu Fan like this, he was just indifferent, really a dear brother! At this time, stop posing and start moving quickly.

No disappointment for Fat Brother. The First Generation Human-shaped General-Purpose Heavy Machine EH01 stood calmly there, showing grandmaster demeanor!

You win, I lost.

Fat Brother piloted the raider modified and hurriedly hid in the crush of rocks behind Mu Fan. He suddenly stopped for a moment, pondering, and took two Ant Soldier Anti-Material Land Mines—exclusive to wealthy people—from the Generation One strapped to his waist, stuffing them beneath the waists of the two raiders.

The action was swift, Mu Fan in the cockpit saw all this happen, and could only manage a bitter smile.

I planted the mines; won't you move this time? Fat Brother glanced at the white skeleton taller than the raider standing there. Fine, you thoroughly won. Fat Brother didn't pause and found shelter.

"Whew, I'm undercover, Mu Fan, stop pretending, start moving. The two on the other side are coming. You don't even have long-range firepower; how are you going to fight?"

Mu Fan: "......"

As expected, Fat Brother bit his teeth, crouching once more. The raider's camouflage and the surrounding rock formations created an excellent cover.

Passive tracking radar: "Enemy detected." Two red dots flashed across the map.

The enemy came, Fat Brother quietly raised his Howitzer, ready to ambush first.

In his vision, "Egg Lord" still stood there.

The enemy appeared, two standard remote mechas—Long Arrow I, carrying long anti-material rifles, all aimed at the standing white skeleton.

Did Mu Fan want to unleash a big move?

"Bang, bang!" Two rifles simultaneously spat flames. In Fat Brother's view, the EH01, which once looked super formidable, was straightforwardly blown apart.

"Egg Lord's" EH01 was blown up... blown up... blown up...

"Damn it!"

Fat Brother roared inside the cockpit.

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P.S. A big thank you to book friends "Poetic and Picturesque丶Ren Xiaowei" and "Remnants★Snow Traceless" for their generous rewards!

The book's status has been updated to A-signature. Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch "Bai Yiduo" for two urgent update tickets... I really feel sorry for myself, not throwing 6000, hahaha!