:Harem Warship [2]

-[2 Days Ago]

<<Sub Eden TBC4 Mech Print Ship>>

Inside the black, shining warship belonging to the government, after a hard day at work, an employee walked along the illuminated corridor, where he saw his colleague also leaving his shift.

"Yooo... It's you again. Been a long time. How was your shift today?"

"Ah, just the same as the old days. Nothing exciting actually happens," the man replied, hanging an ID card beside his waist.

The two guards exchanged greetings in the metallic corridor of the ship. Meanwhile, a girl pretending to be a cleaner casually mopped the floor.

As the guards were leaving the corridor, she walked toward one wearing a hat and slipped.

"Woah, easy there, beautiful," said the gentle guard.

"Thank... thank you, sir," said the girl. The steel floor was slippery, so the guards could relate, especially now that she was mopping.

With that, she continued mopping. However, as the guards made a right turn, she dropped the mop, and her demeanor changed from that of a clumsy girl to a cold killer.

She quickly moved toward the locked door and accessed it with the guard's ID card she had stolen earlier with her slippery maneuver.

"Hey Jack... I'm in," said the girl, tapping her ear as her COM was instantly activated.

[Ohkay, that's good... Now what you're looking for is—]

"Found it," said the girl.

The room she entered was like a shelf filled with various blueprints. These were mech blueprints, but unlike ordinary ones.

The blue sheet displayed a holographic mecha with a tail and claw. The parts to be used were also shown on another side of the holographic blueprint, indicated in a way only a mechanic could interpret.

"Auto mechas, huh," she muttered.

[Yea, so we've stolen this facility's top mech print. Now what, Elita?]

Elita rolled the mech print as a smirk appeared on her lips. She replied, "An auto mech the facility's mechanics couldn't create."

[I know that, Elita. Even a mechanic like me can't create an auto mecha... You need someone who listens to mech language.]

"Get me his coordinates. Which part of Eden is he in?" asked Elita, successfully escaping the mech print room and leaving with the ID card.

[He isn't in the galaxy. He hasn't awakened. He's the only mechanic crazy enough to want a shot at creating an auto mech.]

"Well then... I'll go get him myself," said Elita. "About time the Garden had their own mechanic."

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-[Current Day]

Planet 23BDA4 (Earth)

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-[Name: Trent Ace]

-[Class: Lv 01 Mechanic]

-[Bonus ARP: 2]

-[Repair Point: 10]

-[Mech Intelligence: 90]

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"Woah, my MI is the highest!"

-[Dexterity: 5]

-[Creativity: 10]

-[Mech Designing Speed: ???? (Not recorded)]

-[Mech Designer Points (MDP): 0]

-[Tips: Get more MDP of at least 100 to initiate a mecha print.]

-[Tips: 5000 MDP can be converted to one ARP.]

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"5000? Now I'm certain getting this MDP will be a goose chase."

-[INVENTORY]

-[Weapon: 1]

-[Shop]

-[Mech Storage: 0 out of 50]

-[Available Quest: 0]

-[Hidden Quest: ?????]

-[Passive Skill: Mech Detect Lv Maxed: The mechanic is capable of detecting problems by sounds.]

-[Active Skill: Tool Creation: The mechanic is capable of visualizing the tool they want, and it will be instantly created.]

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Trent sat on the dirt, observing the blue translucent screen, while five ladies discussed his fate. Star Gazer was against the option of him becoming captain.

"Tool creation? Now that's something handy," said Trent. Fully understanding the mechanics behind the blue screen was now his goal.

Could the blue screen be created by a far greater mechanic? What type of awakening is a blue screen?

Wanting to test the active skills, Trent closed his eyes, stretched his hands out, and visualized a screwdriver and a hammer. In the next moment, the visualized tools, initially like holograms, became real. Trent could feel the hammer and screwdriver in his grasp.

"Are all mechanics capable of this as well?" asked Bella.

As Trent opened his eyes, her elegant body was in his view. She was definitely the most beautiful right now.

"Haven't seen any other mechanic," said Trent. He stood up, rotating the summoned tools, and asked, "So, say I repair your ship... You make me your captain, and of course, that includes anything I want as captain."

Trent negotiated, rolling the screwdriver while eyeing Bella's elegantly carved, seductive body, especially in her shorts.

"Are you fixing the ship or not?" Star Gazer chimed in.

"Now that's no way to speak to the captain of Dark Primus Warship," said Trent.

"You already named my ship?" yelled Star Gazer.

"Tsk... my ship, and yes," Trent rudely replied, leaping out of the crater.

The remaining girls gathered with Bella, while Star Gazer leaped off with Trent just after.

"I feel sorry for Star," said Moon.

"Come on, let's get in Dark Primus," said Bella, instantly regretting her words.

"You're already calling the ship that?"

"Not surprised. He did touch Bella's bum anyway... She must like him as well."

The rest of the girls leaped out, leaving Bella, who sighed before jumping out herself.

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After getting out of the hole, Trent quickly opened the side Burnett of the ship, where he saw burnt wires connected to a dead cube that should have been glowing.

"As expected... The overheat must have destroyed the Energeon," Trent sighed.

Energeons were glowing cubes with high power usage, ranging in levels from blue, orange, red, purple, to black. Black Energeons were the strongest and lasted the longest, rarely overheating.

But this Energeon must have overheated quickly because it was an orange one. It shouldn't have been used in a warship as massive as this. The overheating wasn't entirely its fault.

This was just the sub-Energeon, though. It wasn't the main power source for the entire ship. This cube's purpose was solely to power the thrusters.

The main Energeon, capable of powering the whole ship, would be at the lowest level of the ship and should be as large as his ruined house.

Trent disconnected the burnt cube, tossing it around a few times because it was still hot, then let it fall.

"You have any more blue stuff like this one?" asked Trent.

Star Gazer raised an eyebrow. "I mean Energeon. I need a blue one."

"Blue one? Isn't that the weakest?"

"Hmph, so you're aware of their levels... Well, yes, but in terms of thrusters, they'll last longer. Orange Energeons are basically for mechas, not ships. And I'm guessing you don't have a red Energeon, right?"

Perplexed, Star Gazer wordlessly left Trent outside and returned with a small capsule containing a blue glowing cube—a blue Energeon.

"Here, fix the damn thing," she said, tossing it to Trent. He didn't bother catching it and just let it fall, staring at Star with a cold gaze.

"I have every right to kick you out of my ship," said Trent. Without another word, he picked up the capsule.

After pulling out the Energeon, he rotated the screwdriver and removed the cracked capsule before inserting the new one and reconnecting the wires.

"Bam," he said, covering the Burnett and screwing it tightly.

He walked past Star Gazer without saying a word. Even when she asked if that was it, Trent didn't reply.

"I just fixed the thrusters. Lead me toward the battery so I can get Dark Primus back into the galaxy. And cloak the damn ship—we wouldn't want aliens on my ship," said Trent, sounding as if he'd been in control for years.

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The ship wasn't just massive on the outside. Even inside, Trent was awed by its size. It could hold thousands of people.

From the shining metals, he could tell Dark Primus was a newly designed ship.

This time, Bella was leading him to the battery room. She opened the underground ship's tunnel, and they both climbed down using the ladder.

Meanwhile...

Seven small warships were stationed around Dark Primus. A squid-faced alien jumped out of his ship, analyzing the environment with a bee scanner, searching for life forms.

"Something definitely happened here. Someone is using our tech... Search the area for the traitor."

All the ships began scanning the area. A red beam swept through Trent's broken home and the crater.

The captain of the search group stepped on something. Looking under his feet, he saw the Energeon capsule Trent had discarded.

Staring ahead, he bent his neck as if spotting something. Then an AG appeared in his grip. Pointing the gun at nothing, he fired.

Boom!

"What was that?" asked Trent. He felt the ship rumble again. "Shit... They found us."