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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.

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Old Acquaintances

After concluding their visit to the Dimension Observatory, Ves and Ketis finally climbed their way up to the Sacred Temple.

There, they entered the Courtyard of Envoys and checked on its only occupant.

"I am… at your service." A ghostly and floaty version of Venerable Imon Ingvar slowly bowed and conveyed his deepest respect.

Enough time had passed since his 'death' and conversion to a Chosen Envoy that he had regained more lucidity.

However, he was too far from becoming a good conversation partner. The Chosen Envoy still hadn't recovered much of his humanity.

"It will probably take a few more years before he becomes lucid and intelligent enough to deploy him in the field."

"What purpose would that serve?" Ketis wondered. "All I see is a ghost. Are you expecting him to haunt people to death?"