Grey collapsed into a heap, laughing.
The echo of his laughter shook the room and he had to hurry to shut his mouth before he blew the whole place down.
Reaching down, he patted at his belly and grinned. He was burning through a lot of his credits, but he honestly didn’t give a damn.
His belly had shrunk again. While he was still obese, it wasn’t to the point he had to waddle anymore just to make room for his thick thighs. He was sure, if he could craft an Established Class chanical jaw of this level, he should be able to go back to his original weight. Grey checked the pages of the to and sighed in relief when they finally started flipping again.
It took him way too long to do this one. If he still had to clear all the others first, it would be a complete nightmare.
The mont he did flip the page, though, sothing flickered.
—
Operation: The Call of the chanical Jaw Spirit
Quest Rank: Legendary
Mission Type: Retrieval
Objective: Retrieve the chanical Jaw Spirit
Description: The To of the chanical Jaw Lineage has acknowledged you as its master, but with great power cos great responsibility. The often forgotten, but far more important saying just might be with great knowledge cos great weight.
The chanical Jaw Lineage cos in two pieces as do all the Lineages of the Fallen Savages. You have retrieved one part, but the Ancestral Spirit of the chanical Jaw remains unclaid in the unmarked lands of chaos. Find it and claim what is yours.
Rewards: Full access to the chanical Lineage To. chanical Jaw Spirit.
Note: The Spirit has spent too long without a master and it loses energy every day it must fight off those it deems unworthy. Ti is running out. Ti remaining: 13:23:59:53
—
Grey’s eyes narrowed for a mont as he read the quest. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
’Whatever. One problem at a ti, I guess.’
He was sowhat curious what exactly the chanical Jaw Spirit would be, though. It obviously sounded like the perfect Spirit, but usually Spirits ca in two forms from his reading.
Either they were elental or they were a creature of so sort. Protheus was obviously elental, at least Grey thought so. The Wolf Spirit was obviously a creature.
What category did a "chanical Jaw" fall into. Or was it that his information was incomplete? He couldn’t be sure.
’But this probably ans...’
Grey frowned and then began swiping through the pages one after another. To his surprise, he was actually able to swipe into the Vector Class chanical Jaws. However, when he tried to go into the Vanguard Class, the pages stuck together again.
’Better than I expected. At least that gives so room to maneuver.’
Maybe only Grey would be worried about two weeks being a long enough ti that he’d need Vector Class chs to work with. Still, the to had been more than nice enough.
’In that case, should I try skipping right to Vector...?’
Grey’s lips pursed as he looked at the page he was stuck on. Since it was on the last of the Vector Class pages, it was probably the strongest of them.
There was so give and take in that conclusion. While it was probably the objectively strongest one overall, there were other chanical jaws that ca before it that were probably better in niche circumstances.
But Grey had to admit, this one looked kind of badass.
It didn’t even look like just a jaw anymore. In fact, Grey couldn’t even see where the mouth was supposed to be. It looked almost like what he’d imagine a ch pilot’s helt would look like. Of course, he wasn’t referring to chs in the sense that the Genesis Gas seed to all the ti, he was referring to true Gundams the size of buildings.
The odd part was that the chanical jaw had an opening for his hair, and its face plate was ford of grill grates with space between them filled only by a deep, crimson energy.
It was red and a deep maroon, carrying hints of blue as well.
’This thing looks like if that character from Goblin Slayer went 500 years into the future... and there’s even space for my luscious hair.’ Grey grinned. ’Let’s do it.’
—
Vessel: Tuned Jaw 0AJ22
Weight: 24.7kg
Faces: 10,333
Raw Materials:
Crimson-Gold Weather Alloy: 2690 Faces
Tempered Steel (any kind): 120 Faces
Flexweave sh: 81 Faces
Fractal Resin: 5,170 Faces
Halo sh: 2262 Faces
Woundkind Nullite: 10 Faces
—
It was the largest list of items that Grey had ever seen.
’I don’t have everything here...’
Grey frowned for a mont and then grinned.
"Oh, Siiilllvaaaa..."
Why use his own money when he could exploit others?
...
It was about half an hour before Silva got back to Grey. It turned out it was easier to contact people in your given city than Grey had thought. He had been about to run over to the Baron’s house, but on the way he ran across a shop selling communication cyber hubs.
Turned out this was just sothing you could super easily connect to your system. He found Silva on a registry after that and gave him a call.
"Sir Temolt, these materials..."
Silva’s eyes widened when he saw the changes to Grey. What sort of dieting plan was this?
Then again, it didn’t make sense for soone as fit as Grey to end up so fat in the first place.
"Don’t worry about it, it’s for a worthy cause, I promise."
Silva didn’t seem to be too sure. These materials had cost him tens of millions of credits. They ate up the budget the Baron had left behind instantly.
"... Do you mind if I watch?" Silva asked, still skeptical.
"Sure." Grey waved a hand, not caring. Even if Silva realized none of this was for the armor, who cared? Clearly, Giyoto didn’t know that the mont the ch Soul was applied to the armor, it would fix everything. There was no ch tech needed in the first place.
Grey clapped his hands and then sat down.
Now the fun would begin.
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