Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 540

“What are the seven skills?”

“According to APM requirements, from lowest to highest they are–‘Saber V,’ ‘Big Wheel Charge,’ ‘Lotus,’ ‘Thunder Charge Assault,’ ‘Counterattack Air Strike,’ ‘Unicorn-shaped Attack,’ ‘Gale Breath Annihilation’! Each technique corresponds to different weapons and Mecha Bodies, but they also share a common feature, which is that they are all cold weapon combat. It seems that this guy also has a special liking for cold weapon combat.”

“Based on your current level, you are unable to master the skills beyond ‘Lotus,’ but once your APM reaches the critical value of 500, I think I can then teach you the ‘Virtual Flash’ step.”

Mu Fan had already reached the entrance of the library, and after passing through strict identity verification, he entered without hindrance.

After hearing Black’s explanation, Mu Fan nodded. Seeing no one around him, he then said,

“Tell me the exact location; I will do the selection.”

“9th floor, Area A17.”

After Black stated the address, Mu Fan took the lead and walked into the Floating Stairs.

However, what no one knew was that ever since Mu Fan entered the library and came under surveillance, in a large room filled with glass curtain walls, an old man with graying hair suddenly looked up.

On the light screen above his head was clearly the image of Mu Fan stepping into the Floating Stairs.

“One of the parties from the last conflict incident, just happened to be there when the library’s surveillance equipment mysteriously got damaged, triggering the logic alert module?”

The old man’s fingers slid across the light screen before him, constantly refreshing a stream of information.

Finally, the scrolling screen stopped, and where his fingers hovered, a row of personal information appeared: “Student Mu Fan, Army Reserve special recruit, A-level library access, core…”

Upon seeing the words “A-level access,” the elderly man’s eyes suddenly sparked with interest, and upon seeing “core student” behind it, the old man touched his beard and chuckled.

“An interesting little fellow, actually the core of this batch of new students. So, the damage to the equipment last time wasn’t a coincidence? It wouldn’t be dull when a core student appears.”

“Tsk tsk, the younger generation nowadays is truly remarkable.”

The old man showed no dissatisfaction on his face but marveled with a tsk tsk sound, then pinched a piece of exquisite pastry from the table and chewed it with relish.

“Beep, there is an incoming call.”

The old man leisurely tapped a button next to him, and suddenly, a flashy door in a corner of this uniquely designed room opened.

Then a figure walked in, “Master Wendell, there has been a sudden change in the parameters of the Storm God Thunder Eagle in the laboratory. We fear it may cause irreversible damage to the pilot. Ruan Xiongfei is making a scene, and we need you to take charge.”

The person who spoke bowed and then lifted his head; it was Xu Jiang from the Mecha Academy, respectfully looking at the old man in front of him.

This was the living legacy of knowledge at Dingchuan Academy’s Mecha Department; also, he was the former vice president of Dingchuan Academy, who had started his career in scientific research. His expertise covered weaponology, ballistics, dynamics, mechanical engineering, photonic circuits, and nearly all disciplines.

He is the only one who held the record for perfect scores in twelve subjects over a span of sixty years at Dingchuan Academy, and he remained unmarried throughout his life.

A man of quirky temperament and unfathomably deep knowledge, even the current academy president respectfully addresses him as “Master Wendell.”

Upon hearing Xu Jiang’s report and seeing the helpless expression on this young instructor’s face, Master Wendell chuckled hehe, with a tone of finding delight in others’ misfortune, “Did you guys fail to stop Baldy before coming to me?”

“Master, he probably would respect only you and the president’s opinions, and we genuinely have a problem. The central console shows abnormalities in 27 parameters. Could this be related to the energy source of the direct connect system of CICH?”

“That Mecha was originally a Fierce Beast, but it’s good that Baldy hardly drives it now. I’ll go take a look.”

Wendell gestured, and a robot automatically pushed over a fully automated mechanical wheelchair and handed him an acid branching cane, which he reluctantly sat down in.

Finally, just before standing up, he quickly snatched another pastry from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, declaring he was completely leaving.

Xu Jiang was evidently no stranger to such scenes, Master Wendell had never been much for formalities, and even now, in his eighties, he still acted like a child.

After they left, the space fell into silence.

Xu Jiang hadn’t noticed earlier, but Mu Fan had already disappeared from the screen overhead. However, it didn’t take long for Mu Fan’s figure to reappear on a light screen in the corner of the room.

The light screen in that area was separately listed, and even the floor was marked with a distinct color for differentiation.

The light black area represented a Grade A authorization zone, and, according to normal rules, everyone who entered was automatically subject to surveillance tracking.

However, obviously, Mu Fan was not among them; he scarcely did anything and advanced as per Black’s instructions.

But as he walked, he realized there was a problem in Black’s direction. “Isn’t area A17 supposed to be in the direction ahead? Why turn right?”

“All personnel entering level 9 area will be automatically tracked. Lucky for you, being as frightfully efficient as I am, I’ve calculated all the possible routes to avoid detection. This is absolutely normal. Intelligent life must prove its worth in critical moments!”

Black spoke as if boasting, his tone intense, as though he had accomplished something incredible.

Mu Fan was rather speechless; he wasn’t a thief–his entry was legitimately authorized. Was all this secrecy necessary?

But after thinking it through, he didn’t stop Black’s actions; resourceful as he was, Black had no ill intentions.

This arrangement was good; no one would focus on the target of his research.

Soon, under Black’s guidance, Mu Fan passed through rows of bookshelves and electronic reading zones, finally reaching his destination.

“Shelf 8, code 193–that’s Soglier’s notes. This genius from the Autopu Clan, even decades after his death, only you still show interest. How sad,” Black remarked with a sigh.

Standing on the floating platform, Mu Fan got hold of the thick notebook–precisely, seven notebooks placed together. He responded passionately upon hearing Black’s words, “His techniques will once again shine brightly in my hands!”

“I appreciate your drive; it’s impressive,” Black casually complimented in a drawling tone.

Mu Fan didn’t care whether Black was sincerely praising him; he just grinned and laughed, stacking up the seven notebooks together on the reading stand.

“We won’t look at the last four; focus on the first three for assisted reading entry.” When it came to business, Black was highly competent. Now connected to Dingchuan Academy and having successfully claimed 50% of the super light computer’s resources after contending with Feng Yu, Black’s processing speed here had achieved a qualitative leap.

All data calculations showed that in a forced memory state, Mu Fan could barely remember two techniques.

Thus, his study plan for the near future became a choice among three:

[“V-shaped Saber,” “Big Wheel Charge,” “Lotus”]

“Choose one or two, then try to memorize them under the ‘Dark Breath’ state–remember the principle of not biting off more than you can chew.”

“Right.”

Mu Fan looked at the three notebooks, each with a different name, and a cold yet refreshing air briefly flitted through his eyes.

“Scan all three! My time is very tight!”

“Three? …Can you handle it?”

“I’ll try.”

“Understood.”

Page by page, the keyboard layouts scanned into the reader suddenly exploded, and under Black’s control, they reformed into a series of frozen page images–just a single notebook had… twenty thousand pages!

The first technique, an unimaginable conjecture of Soglier’s second-tier technique–V-shaped Saber!