Chapter 24: The First Generation Machine of Body Coordination

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"Would you like to attempt body synchronization operation?" Mu Fan was ready to give up resistance, when suddenly he heard an electronic prompt sound in the cockpit.

　　"Hmm?"

　　"Would you like to attempt body synchronization operation?" The voice confirmed again, and Mu Fan was sure that he hadn't misheard this time. However, why did it sound somewhat familiar, just like, just like the sound when entering a game.

　　Black!!

　　"Black Egg! Is that you!" Mu Fan's eyes widened. He was certain that it was Black. Ever since he came in, he felt that this game was filled with weirdness.

　　"Please call me Lord Black. Lord Egg is you." The white sphere codenamed "Black" floated next to Mu Fan, with two eyes appearing on it, smiling so much that they squinted, looking rather cheeky. It was the same sphere, but Mu Fan clearly felt that Black's emotional simulation was almost real now. He could even hear that cheeky tone in its voice.

　　"Stop talking nonsense, we'll ask later. What do we do now? I don't want to die standing on my first battle." Mu Fan had many questions to ask, such as why his novice training camp didn't teach about the Mecha Department. But now was clearly not the time for reminiscing. The two mechas opposite were getting closer, probably thinking he didn't have any long-range weapons and intending to get closer to observe and then finish him.

　　Black's eyes squinted again, and this time a curve appeared on the white sphere, representing a mouth. It was clearly laughing.

　　"Transformation begins," Black gently said the four words.

　　The cockpit compressed further, the seat retracted, and Mu Fan went from sitting to standing. Several black metallic tubes finger-width thick shot out from around the cockpit dancing around, their tips ended with thin needles as long as thumbs.

　　"It might hurt a bit." Black flew around Mu Fan and cheekily said.

　　"Stop the nonsense! I don't want to die standing!" Mu Fan snorted heavily, his eyes starting to show a hint of red.

　　Black's eyes turned from one into O, "Synchronization begins! From now on, you are the mecha!"

　　Mu Fan's eyes showed a fierceness unlike before. "Hiss!" The black tubes dancing around suddenly stopped, the needle tips aimed at the back of Mu Fan's head, spine, waist, arms, thighs, and calves, then pierced in all at once.

　　"Ah!" Mu Fan closed his eyes, and instantly his body felt as if a thousand catties were pressing down on him. His consciousness was no longer in the cockpit but spread out as if he were in the Chaotic Stone Zone. He couldn't see himself being brought to the center of the cockpit by the black tubes, then lifted entirely off the floor hanging inside the cockpit.

　　"The Fighter from the training camp has his own decision. Since there was no mecha training, let's make up for it here. This time let you experience the body synchronization, to awaken your combat instincts, Mu Fan!" Black quietly floated by, its eyes shrank into two small dots, staring at the dangling Mu Fan.

　　"Don't disappoint me. I will accompany you to break out of Loga Star, to fight in this vast Galaxy. Let you and I be engraved on the monumental history of humanity in this universe together!" Mu Fan didn't know what Black had been doing during its disappearance, but Black's emotional generation had far exceeded his imagination. As if hearing Black's quiet words, the suspended Mu Fan's right fist lifted and clenched tightly.

　　85% sensation simulation, Mu Fan was not Mu Fan, he was EH01, +1%, pain sensation locked at 100%—after body synchronization, any damage to the mecha would be converted entirely into pain synchronized to Mu Fan's body.

　　...

　　"Is that guy a novice?"

　　"Should be, right?"

　　The two dark yellow mechas carefully walking towards Mu Fan communicated in the team channel. They hadn't seen this mecha before. Having fought from Level 1 to Level 5 rooms and back to practice basics over two years, they had seen all sorts of mechas. Not seeing a Fantasy Mecha was fine, but the one in front was clearly a Realistic Mecha. Who was joking with this modified textbook old antique shape?

　　Both chose raiders, mechas of the same era as raiders, but theirs removed rear and leg armor, reinforced long-range attacks, and improved agility accordingly.

　　"Forget it, let's take him out." The mech on the left suddenly felt uninterested. This mecha was obviously a novice. Even masters showing off had a limit—standing like this, who were they trying to scare?

　　"Yeah, acting all mysterious." When the mech on the right replied, it pulled out a lightweight metal blade and slashed horizontally towards the waist of the white skeleton.

　　Suddenly, they saw the mecha in front of them move.

　　The three-fingered mechanical hand brought the arm up gently, then clenched.

　　It was too late! The player in the right mech's cockpit smiled grimly, thinking the skeleton would get cut in half in a second.

　　Unexpectedly, a new scene unfolded. The first-generation humanoid machine fell straight backward, with the raised right arm suddenly striking down to halt the mech's descent momentum.

　　The pilot couldn't have expected a simple horizontal slash would elicit such a reaction from the opposing mecha.

　　This guy was playing the fool!

　　Hmph, kill!

　　The right hand quickly tapped the console, while the left hand instantly switched control levers.

　　The raider's internal hydraulic bearings instantly bore the weight, forcibly altering the arm's route, changing the mecha's chopping action from a horizontal slash to an oblique chop.

　　Simultaneously, the humanoid machine's right arm punched the ground, and its alloy leg—like a skeletal leg—kicked up, preemptively striking the raider's sword-wielding right arm.

　　"Beep, right arm damaged 15%, braking power reduced. Weapon unusable."

　　The raider's pilot sucked in a cold breath, realizing he was up against a master.

　　This series of actions took place in the blink of an eye, and the raider on the left was just beginning to react.

　　...

　　Mu Fan's awareness stabilized, and he felt danger coming—a metal blade slashing in his view. Instinctively, he made an evasive move, wanting to jump and kick the opponent's chest hard.

　　However, when he exerted force, he felt his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts, realizing now he represented the mech.

　　Is this what body-synchronized mech piloting is? This feeling was amazing, not having to deal with that abnormal console, though his body felt like a thousand catties burden, making even simple evasive actions heavy and slow.

　　Mu Fan didn't know Black's red gaze flashing over his suspended body.

　　Is this mech combat? The feeling of dancing on the edge of life and death...so exhilarating!!!

　　With just a thought, Mu Fan adjusted based on his previous reaction, his left leg springing out—if it hit, great; if not, he could use the inertia to roll sideways.

　　He gambled right! Or rather, his combat instinct gave him the most accurate judgment.

　　His right foot kicked away the metal blade slashed by the opponent's right hand.

　　In a near-perfect yet slightly clumsy twist, the white skeleton flipped 180 degrees, the right leg back, left leg kneeling on one knee, left arm drawing the samurai sword from his back using three fingers held reverse, the mech's head raised gazing forward.

　　The roles flipped! This amusing First Generation Machine now resembled a predator before pouncing, crouched, gathering strength!

　　The two raiders took their positions seriously in the face of danger!

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　　(ps: Thanks to book friend Ten Billion_Light Years for the 588 reward, and book friend Poetically Artistic, Ren Xiaowei for your generous reward!!

　　Shopping really is tiring, came back to write until after nine o'clock, falling asleep instantly.)

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