...
Chen Mang stood beside the train and threw sothing like a suitcase into the air. The suitcase quickly unfolded and expanded in mid-air. By the ti it landed on the ground, it had transford into a massive cha, towering four ters high.
Not tall, only four ters.
It was sowhat smaller than the cha he had seen in the chanical City, but it still gave a heavy impression when standing before a human.
The intertwined overlapping steel composite armor at the chest, with bolts the size of an adult’s fist along the edges, and the crimson lines on the armor looked like magma veins flowing on a giant’s skin.
Armor extended outward like a rhino’s on the shoulders to both sides.
The cockpit was located in the abdon, where the operator sat and controlled the cha using levers and ntal commands. The control room was equipped with many other components.
Such as...
"Miniature AI," "Miniature Oxygen Generator," and so on.
The observation chamber of the cockpit was tucked behind layers of protective grid sh. The operator could watch the enemies with the naked eye or use several hidden caras on the cha to observe the surroundings on the control room screen.
In its hand was an exaggeratedly large axe, with the axe handle alone nearly four ters long.
"Whoa."
Standing still, Chen Mang looked at the cha in front of him, couldn’t help but walk up to it, and pressed a hidden red button on the cha’s knee, making the cockpit in the abdon slowly descend to the ground.
He opened the cockpit door and sat inside.
The next mont.
Suction cups at the ends of several cables behind the seat attached to his neck. The chair contracted inwardly, firmly securing his body to the seat, while sothing akin to silicone molds encased his hands and feet.
anwhile.
The cockpit screen began flashing red lights incessantly.
"Warning, warning!"
"The operator’s physical comprehensive quality does not et the standard; forced usage poses injury risks."
Ignoring the risk.
Chen Mang casually glanced at the words. There weren’t many buttons in the cockpit. Once those four silicone molds engulfed his limbs entirely, he felt as if he’d beco one with the cha.
He tried lifting his left arm.
When he lifted his left arm in the cockpit, the cha’s left arm also slowly rose.
But...
Chen Mang gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength just to lift the left arm, with only one notion in his mind: heavy... so heavy.
But perseverance pays off!
A few seconds later, he finally managed to lift the left arm into the air, but his back was already soaked with sweat.
"Huff!"
"Not bad."
Chen Mang controlled the cha, raising its arm high, smiling with satisfaction. Then he prepared to have his left arm pick up the giant axe in the right hand. He gripped the axe with his left and then released it from the right.
Then, the next mont—
"Bang."
The weight of the giant axe made the cha stagger directly and kneel on the ground.
The axe had been lodged in the ground previously, unnoticed, but holding it and feeling its weight was a different matter entirely.
"So... cool!"
At that mont.
Zhang Dai, who had arrived, was slightly stunned looking at the scene. She saw the cha kneeling, the axe handle lodged in the ground, its head lifted skyward like a general returning victorious to report to the emperor.
Following that.
She saw Master Mang erge from the cha’s cockpit, one hand behind his back, using a cane to walk calmly to the side.
"Mas... Master Mang?"
A flash of shock crossed Zhang Dai’s eyes. She had been wondering who was controlling the cha—could it be Biao? Yet unexpectedly, it was Master Mang. She had never fought alongside him, only heard from Biao about Master Mang’s fierce combat skills, and now she realized it was true!
...
"Hmm."
Chen Mang, expressionless, with one hand behind his back, looked at Zhang Dai calmly and said, "This cha is yours now. After we’re done here, explore how to operate it yourself; there’s a beginner’s guide inside, so it shouldn’t be too hard."
"Go on."
He didn’t linger further, walking calmly into the train cabin and heading for car No. 2. He lay down in the "dical Cabin" without even taking off his clothes.
"Max it out, quickly."
"Pain."
He wasn’t sure if his bones were fractured or if he pulled a muscle, but it didn’t matter; he only knew it hurt terribly, an excruciating pain.
What a darned cha.
The cha placed such high demands on the operator’s physical comprehensive quality?
Probably partly due to this cha being made using Zhang Dai’s "Single Soldier Exoskeleton Armor" as the frawork, which didn’t quite match him. Although it’s a lot cheaper to make than train armor.
Both have level 4 defense.
This cha costs only 18,000 units of Red Heart Rock.
Building one was enough; making another wouldn’t an much since no one else could use it anyway.
Soon—
After using up 11,000 units of iron ore, Chen Mang jumped out of the dical cabin, striding toward the train cabin, grabbing a few roujiamo to eat as he walked. Eating more of these was beneficial, given his poor physical comprehensive quality, any improvent was welco.
After entering the train cabin, he once again lay back in the "Combat Training Virtual Space" to practice more.
So he wouldn’t end up unable to operate even a cha in the future.
...
Beside the train.
Zhang Dai sat in the cockpit, exuberantly and excitedly controlling the cha, making it sprint wildly across the wilderness, occasionally performing jumps and slashing movents.
"Die!!!"
Getting into the spirit, Zhang Dai shouted angrily, throwing the giant axe high into the sky, then bent her knees and leaped powerfully. The cha’s nitrogen thrusters burst with two blue flas from behind, allowing it to catch up with the axe in the air, grabbing onto the handle with both hands.
She swung the axe around, resembling the Decapitating Strike from Noxus, then struck it down heavily towards the dry branch on the ground.
"Boom!"
A loud impact sounded, and a cloud of dust exploded.
When the dust slowly cleared, only one could see the heavily-built cha kneeling on one knee, axe handle in the ground, head tilted up, its chanical eyes flashing a faint crimson light.
The glossy black cha, adorned with those crimson lines, added a hint of bloodlust.
"Really handso!"
Zhang Dai in the cockpit couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Indeed, Master Mang’s move was impressive; from now on, this would be her MVP finishing move. Every ti she completed a mission and returned triumphantly, she would present herself like this before Master Mang!
A victorious general, returning from a bloody battle!
...
"..."
Standing aside, Biaozi looked at the scene, sighing with emotion, "You have to admit, this girl has true combat talent. That’s the first cha of the Fixed Star, and it was given to her just like that. I’m really envious."
All the train residents were mining.
The butchers, store clerks, cleaners—all these train residents—each wielding a pickaxe, were digging in the open space next to them, where plenty of treasures were buried underground.
Everyone was put to work; no one was idle.
With only 48 hours to stay, all laborers were put to use.
"That cha requires a physical comprehensive quality of at least 13.5 to be piloted, reaching 14.0 to unleash its full power; even if you were given one, you’d have to be able to handle it first."
Old Pig grimaced; he didn’t need to work. He was responsible for evenly distributing all supplies within the 48 hours, like cola, bread, water, and whatnot.
He kept watch for unknown dangers and ensured no train residents pocketed any contraband, especially after the first resident turned in a Train Order. Once there’s a first, there’s bound to be a second.
Holding a hamr makes everything look like a nail.
The Train Order itself wasn’t of much use.
But putting it in one’s pocket ant they had intentions aplenty, bound to stir up trouble eventually.
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