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The Mech Touch

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website.

Exlor · Ficção Científica
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Direct Assault

Before Ves exited the System Space, he made sure to transform back into his actual size and put his jury-rigged raiment back onto his body.

He even made sure to adopt the exact same posture before he finally returned to realspace.

Perhaps a careful observer might still be able to spot a few incongruities between his former and current state, but people had better things to do than to investigate such an important incident.

Despite his attempts to make it seem as if nothing had changed, Ves could not hide his sharper and more condensed edge.

He had spent a lot of time with mech pilots, so he was quite familiar with how extensive mastery in any combat arts could harden one's posture and demeanor.

The entire way in which he viewed reality had shifted.

For example, he no longer gazed at a first-class multipurpose mech with the attitude of trying to understand what made it tick.