Chapter 23 Mecha First Battle

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"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, are you there?" The Level 1 room's many-talented fatty decided to ignore those two big fools and started calling Mu Fan on the team communication channel.

"Yes!" Mu Fan replied, but he only answered in the cockpit; the team channel couldn't hear him because he really didn't know how to transmit voice.

"Mu Fan, where are you? Where are you?" The fatty asked repeatedly, but there was no answer.

"Stop howling; go to B quickly." The two geniuses started cursing again.

The fatty had already muted them in the voice channel. After glancing at the map, his professional Silver 1-star expert tactical awareness made him decide to head to point B.

Mu Fan was set aside for now. If he asked any more questions, the enemy would really come and slaughter them.

From an aerial view, in this irregular Chaotic Stone Zone, point A was at the eight o'clock direction, point B at the four o'clock direction, and Mu Fan's mecha was at the deepest part of the six o'clock direction.

The map was very small, but since it was a first-generation mecha battle room, the mobility of everyone's mechas was very low, which resulted in unexpectedly spectacular battles in such a relatively confined space.

This was a map simulating an encounter on the outskirts of a city, and the fatty was piloting the Raider I-gen·mod, a first-generation mecha sold directly for Star Coins in the realistic category. The mod designation indicated a 5% improvement in mobility and defense.

Raider I-gen·mod

Realistic mecha, used on the ground before human breakthroughs in the atmosphere, military standardized mecha. The cockpit was expanded at the chest, with key areas fortified with high-strength alloy. The weight was balanced, focusing on mobility and defense. The weapon was the military's first-generation standard weapon. Due to its durable and rugged construction, it was still being used by civilian armed forces on some planets in the Federation.

Height: 5.14m

Weight: 8.15t

Category: First-generation military mecha

Maximum running speed: 55 km/h

Weapons: Dual-fire 128mm howitzer, 60mm Gatling machine gun, high-strength dagger, military alloy machete.

Engine: First-generation nuclear power chamber.

Auxiliary devices: Emergency power chamber, first-generation engine overload device (10% fluctuation).

System rating: F- level long-range, F+ level defense (mod), E level melee (mod), F level mobility.

The fatty bought all the celebrity first-generation mechas that could only be purchased with Star Coins, upgrading and modifying them all to their respective "mod" models. This was what it meant to be well-prepared! To be wealthy and powerful! To be professional!

This was our Loga Star's Fowen Consortium's—Young Master Harry!

At this moment, Harry the fatty piloted the Raider I-gen·mod in a leap, jumping from a part of a spaceship wreck to a giant rock, instantly performing a perfect transition move—crouching, lying down motionless!

Fat Brother lay on the ground, and then shouted in the voice channel, "Enemies detected at point B! Already engaged, swiftly apply fire suppression at point A."

Then, the fatty saw on the map that those two genius companions at A point rushed out.

The fatty muttered to himself, "One, two, three, four, almost time," silently unmuting those two geniuses again.

The receiver in the cockpit picked up gunfire three kilometers away. There was a burst of noise on the voice channel, followed by a torrent of swearing. The fatty's mecha lay on the ground, and with the chaotic terrain and fragmented rocks, he could only mentally reconstruct the scene of the firefight through sounds.

Green side "McConnell Star Cannon King" got killed.

Red side "Mathiled" got killed.

"That Lemon Balloon, I'll blow you up." Following the fatty's words, the two mechas rushed out, but in reality, the green dot at point B, the fatty's mecha, didn't move after a leap.

The two encountered enemy mechas squatting at their point, forcefully taking down one person. Only one, barely alive, retreated behind fragmented rocks. Damn, they got tricked by those at point A.

"You trash!" The first sacrificed teammate could no longer send team voice messages. Meanwhile, the mecha of the remaining teammate, which was half-destroyed, had already exposed its position. Being focused down by the enemy was just a matter of minutes, and he kept cursing in the team.

What was the fatty doing at this time?

He listened to the upset voice of his teammate and chuckled, "That's for insulting me." Flicking switches 4 and 6, he activated the active search radar and discovered a target!

The fatty's Raider sprang up from the ground, overloading the engine by 10%, instantaneously transitioning from stillness to motion, running and leaping onto a lower rock. Just joking, Fat Brother's ambush skill level could definitely earn two more stars!

The combat screen already displayed two enemy mechas, one yellow and one black, stealthily approaching point A.

The fatty leaned against a standing boulder, drawing his dual-fire howitzer from his back.

The system's search radar performed corrections, locked on!

"Oh no!" The enemy mecha's cockpit immediately emitted a piercing alarm, indicating weapon lock-on, prompting quick evasion!

Unfortunately, from detection to reaction and then evasion, it was too late for those in this Level 1 room. The mechas couldn't swiftly react as if arms were controlling them directly. "Bang bang" white smoke billowed out, the heavy projectiles tore through the yellow mecha's back armor with massive kinetic energy, exploding! The second shell even pierced through the back of the mecha, sending it flying several meters.

Red side "Coreyselic" was killed. "Lemon Balloon" earned a one-hit kill medal.

"Damn it." The barely surviving mecha on their side and the black mecha on the enemy's side both said this simultaneously.

Hide quickly! The fatty knew now wasn't the time to show off, he performed an imperfect roll, the mecha rolled like a ball from the fragmented rocks.

"You bunch of trash." The fatty's voice echoed in the cockpit again; this time he was on the full channel.

Both the opponents and teammates started cursing simultaneously, taking the hint in his words.

Speaking of piloting this first-generation mecha, it really was uncomfortable. Every aspect of response was too delayed. In the cockpit, the fatty had spent Star Coins modifying a hand-synchronized control instrument, switching from full mechanical operation to semi-intelligent hand synchronization; however, this was as far as modification could go. Further would be cheating.

"Oh no, someone's ambushing on the opposite side." The combat map momentarily showed two red dots bypassing the fatty's location without even alarming him, killing the two teammates a kilometer to his right-rear.

"Fire support! Fire support, quick! Shell this location, coordinates 33, 47, hurry!" The team channel instantly descended into chaos. The excitement and elation from earlier killings faded completely.

Where was that Lemon Balloon? Damn it, hurry up! This side couldn't hold on!

The fatty's brow furrowed, how was winning so hard, with a bunch of pig teammates.

Suddenly, a shocked voice in the team channel exclaimed, "Holy crap, what is this, a museum specimen? How can there be something like this in our team! Can this even fight? System, if you're going to screw us, just say so."

Standing silently was the EH01 model. From afar it looked... it looked like a mecha that starved to death after undressing, reduced to just a skeleton, its whole body exuding a matte white finish, motionless.

A team member piloting a Wolf Walker Beast-shaped Mecha retreated to the six o'clock position of the map while evading enemy fire and then raised his head to see the stationary Mu Fan mecha.

"System identification, EH01 model First Generation Human-shaped General-Purpose Heavy Machine." This fellow shared his identification info on the combat channel.

Instantly, it was as if a cold wind swept through everyone's cockpit; this seemed to be an antique that only existed in textbooks. Wasn't the lowest on the PO Battle Net a first-generation mecha? What was with this irregularly appearing first-gen mecha?

"..."

There was a collective silence for three seconds.

"Hey buddy, can you tell us how this mecha came to be?"

No one responded.

"Hey, don't play dead; if you don't speak, at least move and fight."

That big white skeleton frame still stood tall, exuding a grandmaster's aura.

At that moment, the fatty saw the ID "Egg Lord" above it, feeling like a million highland yaks trampled across his heart.

Young Master Harry couldn't see what was happening inside the skeleton frame's cockpit. Mu Fan faced the mass of buttons in front of him, truly at a loss. Hearing the commotion in the cockpit, he wore a helpless expression, but even if he wanted to explain, he didn't know which button to press to connect to the voice.

Today was truly an embarrassment, was his mecha's first battle going to end by just standing there...

The combat screen displayed the beast-shaped mecha in front being blown up by two crossing firelines from behind.

Then two earthy yellow enemy mechas emerged from behind, walking towards him with suspicion, presumably stunned by this bizarre mecha too.

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PS: Thanks to reader Remnant★Snowless for the reward of 588+100!

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