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The Lunar Colony Ground Command enter was bustling.
Today was a historic day. The nuclear fusion generator placed on the surface of the Moon would officially be powered on. It not only meant that the shortage of electricity in the Lunar Colony would no longer be a problem, it also signaled that the excess power could be sent to Celestial City through long-distance power transmission and then to Earth.
"Ready?"
"Of course."
"Let's get started." Jiang Chen nodded and gestured to Kelvin that he could start.
The entire command center was like clockwork. Everyone all put ten times and twenty times their usual effort and fought in their positions. The parameters on the big screen in the center were flashing, and the nuclear fusion generator a few hundred thousand kilometers away was monitored here.
"The magnetic confinement device has been activated and helium-3 fuel has been loaded into the reaction chamber!"
"The magnetic confinement device is operating normally."
"The super fluid thermal cycler is activated... operation is stable."
"Deuterium fuel is loaded!"
"..."
"Ignition!"
All the lights turned green, and Kevlin immediately pressed the red button. In the holographic screen, the progress bars were instantaneously filled, and the power output instantly reached an astounding 5,000MW. In the spherical reaction chamber dozens of kilometers away, the magnetic confinement device already turned into a blinding ball of light, and its internal reaction temperature reached an extraordinary ten million degrees!
It was no exaggeration to say it was a small Sun.
If the violently reacting atoms broke through the magnetic confinement, its power would be no less than the detonation of a million TNT-equivalent hydrogen bombs. If it were placed on the Earth, it would be enough to erase a metropolitan from the map.
However, everyone had full confidence in the device.
As early as the completion of Penglai City, Celestial Trade already secretly put the nuclear fusion generator into operation. It was also not their first time initializing a nuclear fusion generator set, the difference was that the nuclear fusion generator was manufactured by Future Heavy Industries and located hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
5,000MW was far from the limit of this nuclear fusion generator set. As the fuel tank continued to be filled, the output power of the electric energy climbed higher. The reaction temperature also exceeded 15 million degrees, and after a slight fall, it stabilized at 14 million degrees.
Kevlin sighed in relief and a smile finally landed on his face. He picked up the intercom on his shoulder and announced to everyone.
"No. 01 nuclear fusion generator is successfully in operation!"
There was a burst of cheers in the command center, and the staff members walked down from their positions, cheering and celebrating.
Jiang Chen was also delighted.
Unlike most nuclear power plants, Celestial Trade abandoned the inefficient steam turbine power generation design after absorbing the apocyalpse's technology. Now, they used a more advanced thermal ion reactor.
To put it simply, the cathode and anode poles were connected by wires, the cathode was heated to release the electron beam, and the anode absorbed electrons to form a circulating circuit. However, the whole set of equipment was certainly not as simple as its description. Just like a simple nuclear power station generated electricity by boiling water, the technical expertise involved was far more than just boiling water.
How to solve the power generation limitation, how to recycle the heat absorbed by the anode and use for power generation... These were the problems that needed to be solved by the modern world. If the world didn't go on a tangent, then in another thirty to fifty years, controlled nuclear fusion technology would also be born here, and most would still be using steam turbines to generate electricity. Just because neutrons could easily be absorbed by light materials, a second-loop heat exchanger could be eliminated compared to nuclear fission.
At the same time, the same cheers also happened on the Lunar Colony hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
A steady stream of electricity was transferred from the nuclear fusion generator to various parts of the colony, replacing solar generators that had to rest for two weeks after four weeks. The reaction temperature reached its limit and the fusion reaction could continue as long as the supply of fuel in the reaction chamber was maintained.
Although the tens of millions of degrees of high temperature was startling, this generator was far safer than the generator set of any nuclear power plant in the world. The thermonuclear reaction between helium-3 and deunterium only generated protons without radioactivity, so the use of helium-3 as an energy source didn't produce radiation, and even if an accident occured, the cost of rescue would be low.
In the worst case, due to the lack of oxygen on the Moon, and even if the reactor experienced a catstrohpic explosion, there would be no shock wave. The killing effect of nuclear weapons in a vacuum environment is extremely limited, far less intimidating than its TNT-equivalency.
"Congratulations." Jiang Chen smiled and shook Kelvin's hand. "Excellent execution."
"Thanks to for your confidence." Kelvin accepted the praise humbly.
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued.
"I intend to reorganize some of the business units of Celestial Trade."
Kevlin looked at Jiang Chen, puzzled. He didn't understand why he was telling him this. The Space Launch Center he managed was only a part of Celestial Trade and although it almost had no budget constraints, it was still owned by Celestial Trade.
Jiang Chen did not explain, but went on.
"The restructuring is mainly in the aerospace business. The rankings of the Space Launch Center will be cancelled and replaced by the newly established space department. The department is responsible for the Colonization Program and all projects in the group that involve the development of outer space resources."
"And I hope that you can serve the manager of the space department,"
Kelvin took a moment to digest his word before he was overwhelmed by joy.
"Thank you for your trust, I will not let you down!"
Jiang Chen smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"I believe you won't let me down."
...
In mid-February, Celestial Trade spent 2 billion XND to acquire Pannu Power Company, which supplied power to all of Pannu Islands, and changed its name to Global Power Company, integrating its power generation companies and power grid units in Xin.
At the same time, the engineering ship of Celestial Trade once again sailed to the equator and started construction under the base station of the space elevator. It was ambitiously preparing to build a submarine cable extending from the equator line to Ange Island and merge it into the national grid of Xin.
Everything was paving the way for long-distance power transmission for the lunar nuclear power plant.
Jiang Chen apparently was not satisfied with just the domestic electricity market. At the same time as the construction of the submarine cable, he engaged in negotiations with the governments of Moro and Country F to open up their own electricity market.
With almost no hurdles, Jiang Chen easily convinced these two countries. Both Country F and Moro had agreed to cooperate with Xin to build transnational submarine cables and integrate them into the national grid. The electricity cost of Country F was the highest in the world, and was the definition of the poor getting poorer. Of course, they couldn't refuse Celestial Trade that could lower their electricity bill.
What's more, they didn't have the confidence to reject. The force of Celestial Trade had yet to complete its withdraw from City M.
As for Moro, Santos simply recognized himself as a younger brother, why would he refuse the request of the sovereign state? What's more, the recent rise in oil prices meant that the oil import nation was facing an imminent energy crisis, how could he reject his savior Jiang Chen?
After wooing Country F and Moro, Jiang Chen then began discussions with Malayasia...


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


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          A strange creature is floating in the colorless space. This creature has the appearance of an eyeball, but its similarity with an eyeball stops here. Most of the creature's metallic black surface is covered by glowing circuitry lines that merge into its neon blue iris, and the color of this creature's iris is the same as the color of those circuitry lines. This creature has a light yellow pupil in the center of its iris, which is blinking in a steady interval.
          At first glance, this creature seems like a nightmarish creature that comes out of a sci-fi movie, but this creature is actually the supreme being in [Fictional Realm]. This creature is called [Administrator] and its purpose is to manage the circulation of [resource] that keeps the [Fictional Realm] stable and existing indefinitely.
          [Fictional Realm] is the name of a metaphysical realm made from mankind's collective subconscious thoughts and their beliefs about fiction. It is both illusory and reality, existing as both matter and dream.
          As the manager of the [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] dwells in the centermost of this imaginary universe. Although it never left its dwelling, [Administrator] always knows what happens in [Fictional Realm] because it is omniscient. And with [Administrator]'s authority in this imaginary universe, [Administrator] is also omnipotent. Of course, [Administrator]'s power is limited to this imaginary universe alone.
          With that, [Administrator] is an existence akin to God. No... [Administrator] is the God of this imaginary universe. It is the absolute supreme being above all overpowered fictional characters that were ever being created by mankind's ideas. And despite [Administrator]'s power is absolute, it doesn't mean [Administrator] is without an equal, and truth be told, there exists a threat against its existence…
          The natural counter of [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] — created by the jaded thought and realistic outlook of mankind who was disillusioned by their harsh reality, an existence called [Oblivion] is the natural counter of [Fictional Realm]. Although they were made from the collective subconscious of mankind, which means they share a similar origin, [Oblivion] has an advantage against [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] because of its conceptual nature — [Oblivion] exists only to erase the [Fictional Realm], a nature that presented a gross disadvantage for [Administrator] and its imaginary universe that wants to preserve their existence.
          [Administrator] has tried countless attempts to fight off the advance of [Oblivion], and yet all [Administrator]'s attempts met with utter failure. [Administrator] has sent off the strongest characters — heroes, antiheroes, and villains — from each fictional world within [Fictional Realm], but those characters ended up as insignificant nuisances against the [Oblivion], which devoured them in the blink of an eye.
          Like throwing countless eggs on the boulder's hard surface, those eggs cannot harm the boulder. Maybe, the more apt metaphor is, like throwing pebbles into an ocean. And it was nothing but a waste of resources that could be used for better things.
          Although those characters were powerful, they lacked something that could affect the [Oblivion]. And that something is the [Will of Mankind] from [Reality].
          Coming to that conclusion, [Administrator] had an idea: "What if I summon someone from [Reality]?"
          Since [Fictional Realm] and [Oblivion] were made from humanity's collective subconscious, a person from [Reality] is surely the answer for [Administrator]'s dilemma. But summoning someone from [Reality] is something easier said than done! Although [Administrator] is peerless in the scope of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] is only peerless in this imaginary universe and cannot summon a person from [Reality] through conventional means that often happened in Portal Fantasy stories. As an aside, [Administrator] intimately knows the concept of Hero Summoning from many worlds within this imaginary universe. After all, all fictional ideas that were thought out by mankind existed in this imaginary universe. And 'Portal Fantasy' is a well-known genre of fiction. There are countless worlds wherein that kind of phenomenon happened.
          Be that as it may, [Administrator] can still summon someone from [Reality], but not through the conventional means that normally happened in those 'Portal Fantasy'-based worlds. Because of the nature of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] cannot summon this person's physical body. Only this person's ego can be summoned to [Fictional Realm].
          Furthermore, summoning the ego of a person from [Reality] is an arduous and costly endeavor. [Administrator] needs to sacrifice an exorbitant amount of the [resources] generated by mankind's subconscious thoughts and beliefs. And lately, this [resource] is very scarce and enough to maintain the continuity of the [Fictional Realm] while slowing down the progress of [Oblivion].
          It is clear that [Fictional Realm] is currently in a precarious situation.
          The reason behind this [resource] deficiency is, as time progressed in [Reality], mankind collectively become stagnant and lazy because of the convenience of the modern era. They have stopped producing substantial ideas and beliefs, lacking inspiration and imagination, which are important to generate enough [resource] to sustain the [Fictional Realm]. And so, [Administrator] experienced [resource] deficiency. Still, with the mechanical precision in management, [Administrator] was able to save up the extra [resource] for an emergency. It is unclear if its savings are enough to fuel the summoning. [Administrator] has never done this, after all. There is a chance it doesn't have enough energy.
          "Regardless, I shall do it!" The desperate [Administrator] decided.
          And so, [Administrator] consumed its saved [resource] and opened a connection to the collective subconscious of mankind. And just by doing that alone has taken almost the entirety of [Administrator]'s savings, but [Administrator] soon discovers its saved [resource] isn't enough to pull someone's ego from [Reality] to the [Fictional Realm].
          "Should the energy for keeping my realm stable be used for this?" [Administrator] asked and started weighing its decision.
          If [Administrator] uses up its stored energy that must be circulated in [Fictional Realm], countless worlds will cease to exist at once. And without those worlds to slow down [Oblivion], that conceptual calamity will quickly and easily get closer to [Administrator]'s location in the centermost of the [Fictional Realm]. However, if its plan succeeds, it can stop the advance of its archenemy indefinitely.
          It is a dangerous gamble. [Oblivion] will claim it if [Administrator] makes a mistake, but it can also prolong [Fictional Realm] existence if it succeeds!
          After finding its resolve, [Administrator] discovers another problem, it can't just take anyone from [Reality]! It can't summon someone charismatic that can sway the masses, which is the kind of person [Administrator] needs the most! A person with the power to move the masses has an important connection with the collective subconscious of mankind. Someone like that has overabundant resources to fight off the [Oblivion], as well as maintaining the expenditure of [Fictional Realm]. However, that kind of person is very important in the [Reality], and [Administrator] cannot take that kind of person away from [Reality]...
          Well, truth be told, [Administrator] can summon someone like that, but it will cease to exist because of converting its existence into the required [resource] to summon such a person. In the end, [Administrator] narrowed down the list of candidates it could summon without endangering its existence...
          Somehow, all the candidates it can summon are Otaku or Weeaboo that aren't significant in [Reality]. And truth be told, [Administrator] doesn't mind that kind of people because they suit its needs. Being mindful of its expendable [resource], [Administrator] selects the candidates with the cheapest [resource] to summon them.
          From here, the candidates are Otaku and Weeaboo who don't mind getting summoned to another world — people who are delusional and dreamer — they know that being summoned to another world is something that only happens in fiction but they still wish to get the opportunity to experience that. They are people without family or significant others to tie them down in [Reality]. And they consider their life is too difficult, and they yearn to have a superpower to make their life more easy and convenient. These kinds of people are surprisingly many. And so, [Administrator] summons one randomly.
          After pulling the ego of this person, [Administrator] discovers that its connection to the subconscious of mankind has been cut off. Perhaps, it is the instinct of mankind's subconscious to protect themselves. That aside, this happening presents a bigger problem for [Administrator]. Since [Fictional Realm] was cut off from the [Reality], it wouldn't receive the [resource] to maintain the existence of [Fictional Realm]. 
          [Administrator]'s regret is bottomless, but it can do nothing about it. At least, [Administrator] has someone from [Reality] that can become a constant resource generator for [Fictional Realm]. Well, [Administrator] only grasped a lifeline here. Nevertheless, [Administrator] achieved what it sought out even though [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] is in a pinch now.
          Putting aside its regret and other irrelevant thoughts, [Administrator] begins experimenting with this person. After some time, [Administrator]'s experiments met mixed results. [Administrator] could turn this person into the generator of [resource] to replace its cut off supply from the collective subconscious of mankind. However, the resources it gained was very limited, even below the standard of a single person's worth of resource it could gain from the collective subconscious of mankind.
          However, it couldn't be helped since this person is only a mediocre person, and this person was under outside influence to stimulate his willpower. No matter, what is important is [Administrator] has realized it could cultivate this person to produce more [resource] for [Fictional Realm].
          Other than that, [Administrator] discovered that the 'something' it needs to fight off [Oblivion] can be produced by this person. However, [Administrator] cannot reproduce this 'something' because the production of this 'something' is according to this person's desire and willpower.
          Because of that, [Administrator] is helpless. It cannot just force this person to generate this... All right, let's call this 'something' as a 'vaccine' to fight off [Oblivion]. Although it has absolute omnipotence and omniscience, its power only affects this imaginary universe, and since this person came from [Reality], he is beyond [Administrator] capability to directly exploit him.
          "Was that Mankind's Free Will? Mankind is an amazing creature." Although [Administrator] cannot directly exploit this person's will, it is still feeling amazed by this human.
          After some moments, [Administrator] puts aside its amazement to this human and focuses on the more important thing, "The best method to cultivate this person's willpower is the reward and punishment method. It can also make him cooperative, I suppose. All right, I shall prepare the tool to help this person's cultivation. First, I shall prepare a system that will help cultivate his willpower and make him cooperative to my cause..."
          There are many fictional worlds within [Fictional Realm] with the protagonist — also called the World's Chosen One or Fate's Chew Toy  —  possessing a system. Using one of those systems as the template is an easy thing to do. After tailoring a system, it is the time to pick out a world to transmigrate the ego of this person, and [Administrator] picks out a world it thinks this person will like to be in. Then, it sends the ego of this person to inhabits its new body.
          Afterward, [Administrator] only needs to wait for this person's development...

Reincarnated in the world of anime, acquiring a system, having no responsibility other than thinning out the ever-present 'monsters', getting the opportunity to become powerful and travel to other fictional worlds, and can do anything you wish... even if you want to make all pretty woman yours, conquer or destroy worlds, and other crazy stuff...

Are those things worthy of being a slave in all but name for a higher being for eternity?

Well, let's find the protagonist's thoughts about it in this story!

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This story contains mature content (I.e. Profanity, Gore, Sexual Content, and other strong and offensive contents for some perspectives). Beware, only for eighteen and above!

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All copyrighted materials belong to their respective owner. Isekai_Returnee just owns his original characters and the plot!

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Minimun 2 chapters/Week

Ben woke up to a warm ray of sunshine in his face which was quickly changed to a warm tongue licking his face. 

"Hahaha enough Duke, I'm alive and well. Just a bit sore."

Sitting up, Ben examined his body. His t shirt was mangled and covered in dry blood, same as his chest. Duke, in comparison, looked  much better. The burnt skin was replaced by new pink skin and  the fur was already starting to grow back. Ripping off his mangled shirt, he headed towards the bathroom to clean himself off. 

'Right, no running water.'

With monsters and zombies running around it would be impossible to keep the power stations going across the country. Cell phones were also not working and Ben could only imagine the panic people were experiencing. 

'Wait! The old man keeps a generator in the basement. Looks like I'll have to praise him next time I see him.' 

Smiling to himself, Ben headed downstairs to start the generator. Glancing out the window Ben froze. The usual spacious yard was no where to be seen and what replaced it was trees- basically a damn forest!

'What the hell happened? Only a day had passed so how is this possible?' 

"Duke lets check it out!" said Ben, unsheathing his Ninjato sword and heading outside. 

The house was surrounded by countless trees- these weren't your little saplings either, these were full grown trees. Almost all of them were over a 30cms in diameter with some even larger. Vines had also started growing along the side of his home like mother nature was trying to take back what once was hers. Bennett saw multiple goblins sulking through the trees, as well a large rodents. These rodents were as large as a dog with brown colored fur. What surprised Ben was that some rodents were eating dead goblins while others were eating each other. 

'It's time to leave,' thought Ben. Though he was reluctant on leaving his family home he knew that this area was no longer safe. Closing the door quietly, he headed back inside. Grabbing a backpack, he started to fill it with granola bars and other nonperishable food, he also packed a water bottle with a fresh pair of clothes. 

He changed his clothes from the torn and bloody ones he was wearing. Grabbing a map of western Canada from his dad's room, as well as a compass, he tried to figure out where he should go. His parents were in Banff for vacation so he should start heading that way. It was over 550kms away from their house. 

'I'll head to Lloydminster first and resupply.' 

All though he wanted to avoid other people, he didn't have much of a choice if he wanted food and other supplies. Plotting his course, Ben stuffed the map in his backpack and headed outside. 

"I will handled to goblins, you take those rat things." Ben told Duke before running towards the goblins. 

*Slisshhh*

A goblins head went flying before it had the chance to cry out. Not hesitating, Ben moved to the closest goblin stabbing him through the chest. 

'Adding those attribute points really do help,' thought Ben as he was testing out his new abilities. He was faster, stronger and quicker than before, making killing these goblins easy. If he faced that fire cow again he was confident that he could kill it without getting injured. Slaughtering all the goblins he could find, Ben looked over at Duke to see how he was doing. 

Surrounding Duke were corpses of dead rodents, he was still fighting 2 but he could handle it. Watching Duke, Ben realized that his friend seemed to have gotten stronger as well. His movements were smoother and his strength seemed more explosive. Watching Duke kill the remaining rodents, Ben smiled to himself. 'We just might survive this after all.' 

Opening up his stats panel, Ben frowned. 'I didn't level up after killing all those goblins?' 

Bennett- Lvl 10
Class: none
Vitality (VIT): 10
Strength (STR): 7
Dexterity (DEX): 8
Agility (AGI): 8
Intelligence (INT): 5
Wisdom (WIS): 4 
Unassigned Attribute Points: 0
Skills- 
None 
Tamed Beasts

Looking over his stats, Ben found a new tab. Clicking on the 'Class' tab, Ben was greeting with a message. 

[Congratulations on getting to Level 10. After reaching Level 10 you will need to choose a class to help shape your future. Choose wisely.] 

[Assessing human Bennett... complete.] 

[Class options are: 
Swordsman 
Berserker 
Tamer 
Warrior 
Knight 
Soldier 
...
...] 

This list kept going. Ben knew that this was a big decision that would help him survive in this new world. Scrolling through the different classes, Ben noticed that some were different colors. 

"What do the colors represent?" Ben asked the system, hoping for an actual answer. 

[Color represents the difficulty of the class quest. Green- easy, yellow- medium, and red- hard. Golden colored classes are special classes that can be held by one person. The difficulty varies but on average it is more difficult than red but are also stronger than the other classes.] 

"But how do I know what the class entails? There is no description for what the class entails." asked Bennett.

He was met with silence from the system. Grumbling to himself Ben continued to look through the available classes. He stopped on a particular class. 

[Beast Warrior] 

Looking at this class Ben felt the impulse to choose it. What stopped him was the color... it was gold.

Gold meant it would be extremely difficult class quest but in return, was stronger than the other colors. Though he had no idea what a 'Beast Warrior' was he had a gut feeling that it was the right class for him. 

"Screw it! Nothing ventured, nothing gained! Right Duke?" 

*Bark! Bark!*

"Hahaha damn rights! I choose Beast Warrior class!" Ben yelled before clicking the class.  

...

Somewhere not on Earth, an middle age man with graying brown hair was sitting on a stone throne. This man was a giant on a man, being well over 2m tall with rippling muscles covering his body. His eyes were closed and his face seemed to be peaceful. 

A young woman came in wearing a bright green dress that hugged her body perfectly, showing a shapely figure. 

"Master." she said as she bowed. 

The man on the throne didn't open his eyes but said "Little Green I already told you that you didn't have to call me that. You're family." His voice was kind and gentle towards the young woman. 

"I wouldn't dare master, you saved me from a life worse than death. Ill forever be in your service." 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the man asked, "What do you need Little Green?" 

"I came to inform you that someone had chosen your class Beast Warrior from Earth." she answered nervously. 

A deep grumble came from behind the throne, causing sweat to break out on Little Green's forehead. 

"Easy Black." the man said and the grumbling stopped and Little Green sighed in relief. 

The man didn't speak for awhile before finally saying, "Watch him Little Green and find out what kind of person he is. If he isn't up to standards kill him. We don't want another mistake happening." 

"Yes master." Little Green turned to leave before the man spoke again.

"Also find out what his Inherited Skill is." 

"Of course master." she turned and left the throne room. 

The man sat in silence for a long time before saying to himself, "I'll just have a peak at this person. Just to see who exactly is trying to achieve my class." 

Slowly opening his eyes, the room was blinded by a golden light for a second.

A Supreme Being is unsatisfied with Earth's evolutionary progress and decides interfere, throwing the planet into hell. 

Follow Bennett as he tries to not only survive,  but thrive in this familiar yet different world.

"Fang Yuan is once again the top student. Let us congratulate him! Everyone, follow his as the role model and work hard!"
Teacher Zhang Haiman was full of emotions as she announced the results on stage. With that, she pinned a small red flower on Fang Yuan's chest.
In her eyes, Fang Yuan was a delinquent who had understood the teachings and finally found his way. Now, he was a model student who was obedient and hardworking. By achieving the position of top student every year, he was a role model for all of them to emulate.
Teacher Zhang Haiman was filled with a sense of accomplishment as she felt that she was successful in turning Fang Yuan into a changed boy.
Hmm, if Fang Yuan, who was once a troublemaker, was able to change for the better, everyone could do the same!
Teacher Zhang had a look of excitement on her face, and Fang Yuan's friends shudder as their hair stood on its ends.
"Pa! Pa!"
Amidst the applause, Fang Yuan took a deep bow and returned to his seat with a composed look.
Really! He was already a matured adult and yet he was here, bullying the children and students by becoming the top student. How different was this to snatching sweets from children? It was despicable!
The good thing was that in these few years, he had become increasingly thick-skinned and paid no attention to Wei Xiaohong's murderous look.
Mmm, it was important to mention the fact that the child who had snitched on Fang Yuan three years ago used to be the top student.
It was unknown if she felt a tinge of regret for creating such a strong opponent for herself after that incident.
Three years had already passed since the physical test.
Fang Yuan and his friends had grown to become youths and they were now studying in junior high school.
Of course, the impressive 'Liu Fei' was being transferred to somewhere else the day after the physical test. He was being brought to the city, which was the dream of the many orphans in the orphanage. He was living the life that they could never imagine.
Fang Yuan had a new best brother, Zhao Daniu. Because he had an additional meal every night, his build became bigger. He grew taller and his chest became wider. Coupled with the fact that he was a good basketball player and had good results as well, he was the most attractive male in the school and had received many love letters from young girls.
The good thing was that Fang Yuan was resolute and therefore, he did not taint his reputation.
"Alright, students, let's open our history textbooks and revise our Modern History…"
As the school bell rang, the history teacher took out her pointer. "Fang Yuan, summarise about Modern History!"
"Yes!"
Fang Yuan stood up, cleared his thoughts and started to recall the history of this realm. "Historians agree that the exploration of the oceans is completed. We have 3 continents, and there is a consensus that Modern History begins from the moment the world map was charted out. That year is known as 1."
"In the next 1,000 years, countries started to develop their navies. Civilisation slowly wiped out ignorance and barbaric practices, pushing the world to greater heights! However, due to the inconvenience of ancient ships with sails and the slow rate of production, the progress of the world came to the lowest point. This was known as the dark ages and lasted for 750 years…"
"In the year 782, Professor Thomas Newcomen from the West Continent, Golden Eagle Federation discovered the power of the steam and coal. From there, he created the first ever steam-powered engine and used the force generated by steam to leapfrog on the world stage. The Industrial Revolution happened and in the span of a hundred years, civilisation had progressed more than the collective progress of the past one thousand years!"
"In the year 867, a citizen of the Golden Eagle Federation, Mr Wheatstone perfected the first steam-powered generator, welcoming a new age with the introduction of electricity. With the steam-powered engine and electricity, the industries of the world took off and the world had the power to change…"
At this point, Fang Yuan was a little shocked.
Although this realm had petroleum as well, they did not have as much. Instead, they had an abundance of coal. The efficiency from combusting this coal was much higher than the type that Fang Yuan had seen before. Together with technological advancements, the improved steam-powered generator was now comparable to an internal combustion engine, which allowed the steam-powered generator to remain relevant and coexist with the introduction of electricity.
The present day was the combination of the discoveries from the first and second Industrial Revolution.
"The Golden Eagle Federation started to colonise countries through their sturdy ships and strong cannons. They became the most advanced country in the world. With the uprising of their economy and their banks, together with conflicts among the higher powers, finally…"
In the year 994, a world war broke out!"
"The leader of the Golden Eagle Federation was usurped and the federation now started to trade with the people of the Middle Continent and East Continent. They were the Golden Eagle Federation of West Continent, Chinese Country of Middle Continent and Blue Star Alliance of East Continent. Around these three big countries, there were many other smaller countries with their own resources and own technologies. Some of them were much poorer and less developed, and these are basically the countries on Planet Earth…"
"Very good!"
The teacher gave him an applause. "Fang Yuan is very familiar with Modern History. Students, take note of the important points for they will be tested in the upcoming test…"
As soon as the teacher finished her sentence, there were scribbling sounds everywhere.
Even the few troublemakers seemed serious.
"It's the promotional examinations!"
Fang Yuan sat down and remained speechless. "Who would know… even after dream-traversing, I still cannot escape this!"
…
It was nightfall.
Everyone around him had fallen asleep. Like an agile cat, Fang Yuan slipped out of the orphanage and arrived at the bomb shelter.
"Fang Yuan… I'm lucky today, I've caught a few fishes!"
Zhou Daniu sat next to the bonfire. He pierced a wooden branch through the fishes and roasted them over the fire.
In a short span of 3 years, this child had grown quite a lot. He was still an honest bloke. Along with him were bottles of salt and condiments and he would occasionally rub them on the fishes.
After the development of Chinese Country, the standard of living of the people had improved considerably and there was no more need to sneak out and catch fish to supplement their protein.
The roasting and catching of fishes now were more for entertainment, especially now that they had salt and other spices.
Zhao Daniu was still reminiscing for Fang Yuan's roasted fish. Unfortunately for him, Fang Yuan, being a lazy person, had not roasted another fish ever since he taught Zhao Daniu how to roast it.
"Mmmm, Daniu, your culinary skills are getting better and better. You can open a stall and sell roast fish for a living!"
Fang Yuan munched on the fish and smiled before whipping out a bottle of alcohol. "Don't say that I am lazy, for I am taking out my prized possession."
"Ahh… there's alcohol!"
Zhao Daniu's eyes glistened and he quickly scrambled to find cups.
Since they were still young, their tolerance for alcohol was not that high. After a few cups, Zhao Daniu's tanned face became flushed. "The promotional examinations are about to begin. Fang Yuan, your results are good and you will surely be sent overseas to further your studies. It won't be too good for me. I've heard that those who fail will have to make a living for themselves outside…"
This was normal, for the orphanage could not possibly take care of them for their whole life.
However, it was still shocking for them to leave this place, which they had already regarded as their home.
"What's so good about it?"
Fang Yuan sipped on his alcohol and smiled. "Do you need to worry about this? Just look for the teacher and tell her that you want to be like Liu Fei. Looking at your physical test, I'm sure you will have no problem in becoming an athlete… The previous time Liu Fei came back to visit us, he had a luxurious treatment and even had a personal car to send him here!"
2 years ago, Liu Fei returned to the orphanage to visit all of them. It was a big thing for the orphanage and it even made some young girls cry as they appealed for another new physical test to be conducted. However… they were disappointed.
Fang Yuan knew that Zhao Daniu had the potential.
After all, he had the strength of about 3 adults which could be trained further. It could be attributed to his natural talent.
"However… After 3 years of observation, the mysterious force in this world still confuses me…"
Fang Yuan shook his head in disappointment.
Since Fang Yuan had a matured mind and Zhao Daniu was a simple guy, it was only normal that Zhao Daniu treated Fang Yuan as his best friend. There was nothing he would not share with Fang Yuan.
With a look of uneasiness, Zhao Daniu spoke. "My father once told me that I cannot accept free things!"
"Wow! Who would've thought that you would stick by your principles so firmly…"
Fang Yuan felt interested. "Then why are you drinking the alcohol that I have offered?"
"It's different! I've traded it with fish!"
Zhao Daniu had his own logic and was extremely stubborn. Fang Yuan could only roll his eyes and could do nothing about it.
"What about you? What do you intend to do in the future?"
In Zhao Daniu's mind, Fang Yuan was a remarkable person. Although he could not explain why Fang Yuan was remarkable, he could just feel it that way.
"Mmm, I want to be a noble doctor and cure thousands of people of their illnesses!"
Fang Yuan clenched his fists and gave a look of nobility.
In reality, he only wanted to investigate the human body and understand the differences between the bodies of humans here and the bodies of humans in other realms before searching for a path to become superhuman.
For that, he had to study hard and dominate his junior high school. Ah… A highly-skilled person was destined to be lonely.
"Mmm, Fang Yuan, you can do it!"
Zhao Daniu nodded his head furiously.
"However, I prefer Traditional Chinese Medicine more. Now it's your time to contribute. Stretch out your hand for me!"
Fang Yuan smiled and took out a few silver needles.
"Can I pass?"
Zhao Daniu gave a look of uneasiness. He was afraid of nothing but Fang Yuan's attitude. Unwillingly, he stretched out his arm.
"Relax, I am very accurate in acupuncture!"
Fang Yuan heated the needles and smiled. "It will not be like the previous time where I almost paralysed you for half a day…"
'Who would believe you!'
With a single needle, Zhao Daniu's face became stale. His eyes turned white. Before he could express himself, he had lost all strength and fell to the ground.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

In the Beginning, Darkness was over the surface of the Deep. In that deep was a transparent soul floating aimlessly on that boundless void. That soul looked like a bright star, which illuminates the void. That shining soul was in a deep slumber not knowing where it is. Then another light that comes to that void out of nowhere, and start morphing into a humanoid shape. An hourglass figure with graceful features. She has long golden hair, a light green eyes and a golden halo that float behind her. There is one thing that will come to anyone who would see her «GODDESS». 
She looked at the soul who should be extinguished in this void of nothingness, but kept moving without anything happened to her with a gentle look on her face.
"It is truly amusing for a soul to keep existing in void realm. Normally anything here will be shredded until nothing remain, but this kind soul is still intact. It seems it did great deeds in its life. Nevertheless, it quit surprising to be here without anything happened to it."
With that said she extended her hand toward that soul, garb it in her hand and leaved the void.
>\/<
"As you see you are dead Toujou Tatsuya-san." said the goddess to a golden haired boy with deep red eyes in front of her.
"I see!!! However, recalling what happened, I guess I don't regret what I did back there. If I the same happened once again I will sacrifice myself to save the others. Although I did not make it to the finals but that doesn't matter now. So what is gonna happen? Heaven? Hell? Or I will be reincarnated to my world?" He said while looking her.
"Unfortunately, you can't reincarnated to your world, I am really sorry. However, I can reincarnate you to one of those fictional worlds you know about. In addition, I can guarantee you any wishes you want as long as it is reasonable one, but in exchange, I will take your Karma. Alternatively, you can choose to enter the Samsara Cycle and be reincarnated in a random world. So what is your choice? Take your time and think carefully about your own decision."
Our young protagonist start pounding over the choices he was given. Certainly, he was tempted by her offer to be sent to another world; after all, he read many of those Isekai Light Novels and Fanfictions. He read so many of those novels to the point he wished to be sent there. Moreover, he was a professional gamer especially in VRMMO games. He was once hailed as the BATTLE GOD in the PRO CIRCLE. So he was thinking about which world he want be reincarnated in. While he was recalling those fictional works he read before he stumped at specific work, it was one of his favorite. He was dreaming to be there fighting those fictional beings inside this work, just the thought of that would make him get an adrenaline rush. Thus, before he participate in any game event he would read a volume so he can lay waste on his opponents. He liked it to the point that when he won one of those event, he was given the right to create any special tool he want. Therefore, he created what would be known later as the ultimate tool that destroy gods and demons based on the tools in this work. The name of the work is High School DxD written by Ishibumi Ichiei. 
"I made my mind. I want to reincarnate in DxD world 19 years before the plot starts. So how many wishes I can get with my Karma" Finally, he made his choice so he looked at the Goddess and stated his choice.
"You know you have a huge amount of Karma, so with that taken you got 7 to 10 wishes."
"Alright! First thing first, I want a Perpetual Mana Generator like that in A Commonplace Story of Overpowered Sorcerer Fanfic novel. Second, I want the ultimate skill Creation Lord Ahura Mazda & the origin skill Information King Akashic Records from That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Light Novel. Third, I want the Boosted Gear. Fourth, I want to have a tool I created in my Computer. Fifth, I want a Physique that allows me to handle any type of energy and adaptable to any changes I experience. Sixth, I want S-Cells of ancient Saiyan, as those cells would make anyone's fighting potential limitless. And Finally, I want my own dimension bounded to me" He released a sigh finally finishing his list of wishes and waiting for her response.
"You sure are greedy & cunning one young Tatsuya!" the Goddess replied looking at the young boy.
"What can I say. I was tempted by you offer so I decide to go full drive on my wishes. So are those acceptable or there should be some changes?" 
"Actually your wishes burned all your Karma points especially the second and fifth wishes burned more than half of them. So your wishes has been fulfilled and for your fifth wish, I will give you the Origin Physique; this one is the beginning of every physiques so it will suit you better. Now that you have got what asked for it is time to send you there." As she said that, a portal opened behind his back and sucked him.
"Enjoy your new life young boy" she said as she also disappeared from there.

Follow the journey of young boy named Toujou Tatsuya crossing the worlds and fighting many foes across the multiverses with his Allies.

This work is inspired by : God succession system by Mr.Harry_Dresden, How to survive in the World DxD with Fragment Memories by CompleteNoob-san


DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS FANFIC EXCEPT MY OWN STORY AND CHARACTERS.

The base was situated in the highlands. In November, all that could be seen from the base was snow. No vehicles were able to come up the mountain in winter. The vehicles couldn't even reach the military depot, much less the training base of the Xueyu unit.
It takes a lot of manpower, resources, and money to groom a special military unit like the Xueyu unit. This unit only recruited people once every three years. Each time, only two to three people were recruited.
If there was no one suitable, they would rather not recruit anyone. 
The Xueyu unit was a special military unit. It didn't belong to any military district and was so secretive even the chief of a military district couldn't get any information about it.
Its military achievements were so great that no other military units could be compared to it.
However, it was an unknown military unit. That was because no one could find out what this military unit did or what mission it had completed.
Han Zheng was the last soldier to report to the Xueyu unit this year. He was the one who brought all the rations up too.
He was a lieutenant. He was the son of a high ranking officer. But when he came to this unit, he would have to start anew just like Xia Jinyuan.
On the way to the training base, Xia Jinyuan didn't say much. He only reminded Han Zheng about one thing: forget his identity.
Han Zheng had made ample preparations but when he arrived at the training base, he was still stunned for a moment. He patted Xia Jinyuan's shoulder forcefully and asked in a heavy tone, "Will we become tanned when we go back? Will sunblock help us? I brought some sunblock."
"I don't know if you will become tan but I know that I won't. As for sunblock, it is more than 20 degrees below the freezing point. You can take you sunblock out and see if you are able to squeeze anything out."
Xia Jinyuan took off his windproof mask and placed his rifle on his shoulder. He smiled at his childhood friend whose lips had turned pale from the cold. "We can't make a fire here and there is no electricity. We only have candles. There is a hand-operated generator but we seldom use it unless we need to contact the military depot. As for warming ourselves up, we just shiver."
"Place the rations on the shelf at the corner. Do not leak any smell out. Our wooden house is not sturdy. Besides resisting against wind and rain, it can't resist anything else.
"Snow leopards often appear in this area. You need to be careful. Don't let yourself become their snack. The map is made by people but it's the newest edition. It's handmade. Hurry up and train yourself. Z7, you must get used to this environment as quickly as possible. One year later, we will go down this mountain."
Han Zheng, whose nickname was Z7, turned serious and said, "Don't worry, I will not embarrass the country.
"I will take a look at what she wrote before the sky turns dark. Pack your things. The other members will come one hour later. You will be in charge of preparing the food." Xia Jinyuan had been here for four months so he had already gotten used to the environment here. He used the temperature of his palm to warm up his eyes. His face was as handsome as before but his aura had turned more mature and calm.
The house was made from wood but it could at least block the snow and the wind. Xia Jinyuan didn't dare to read the letter in the snow. He carefully took out the letter. The first thing that he saw was… Good Luck Cantonese Restaurant!
The little girl really used materials found on the spot. She looked like a complex person but she was very simple. She treated people sincerely and was never pretentious.


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

Joshua smiled with satisfaction as he leaned back in his piloting chair inside his personal simulator pod. After months of grinding up the ranks, he finally broke past the Bronze League and entered the Silver League. For a teenager of his age, reaching such a height was impressive. Only the top 3% of the potentates in his grade matched or surpassed this result.

"Aw man, you've finally promoted. Looks like we won't be playing together for a while." Triceratopsss whined over the comm.

Joshua, or TheSeventhSnake in the game, smiled back at his friend. "Hey, at least you won't be taking too long to follow me up. You've been showing plenty of improvement."

"I got more time to hop in the game now that summer break is here. I mean, the mech classes are fine and all, but a real match always beats a dry lecture."

While Joshua didn't entirely agree, he kept his opinions mum. "I'm going to go pick out a new mech to play with the big boys. Are you interested in helping me choose?"

"Nah. I got to go eat dinner soon. See ya later, pal."

As both of them went their separate ways, Joshua entered the market district of the game. He approached a familiar holographic panel and set the category of the items from 1-star junk to 2-star mechs.

The machines that appeared in front of him roused his interests. The mechs all looked bigger, leaner or more ferocious than their more primitive counterparts. He long dreamed of piloting a more powerful machine than his favorite Seraphim. While the flier was a great machine, he came to grow frustrated at the mech's extensive limitations. Joshua longed to free himself from those chains.

As he browsed through the many light fliers the catalog held, a recommendation attracted his eyes. The market interface pointed out a new 2-star mech to him. One designed by a familiar name.

"Chasing Clouds? So that's what you've been up to. No wonder I haven't seen any 1-star designs from your account."

Joshua regretted not piloting anything new from the upstart designer. Though his products were never the best performers in their categories, they all possessed plenty of character. It also helped they both came from the same planet.

He looked at the latest product the fellow Cloudsman released. When his view was filled with the shiny chrome exterior of the variant called Mist Prowler, Joshua was blown aback.

"It's just like the Seraphim."

He did not refer to technical aspects when he compared their designs. The Seraphim was a light flier that mainly relied on a marksman rifle to harass enemies from afar. He only got in close to melee range if he needed to change his strategy.

This Mist Prowler on the other hand lacked any flight capabilities. Not only was it a weight class heavier, it also packed more power in its limbs, allowing it to run fairly fast for a medium and dodge about with almost unprecedented response time. It largely mimicked the nimbleness of light mechs while possessing the power of a medium mech. This helps with adding strength to its melee attacks, which this urban combat mech primarily relied upon.

No, despite their differences, they emanate a similar presence despite their different playstyles. Joshua was probably the most intimate Seraphim in the game, so he had a nose for these kinds of things. The Mist Prowler was just as aggressive as the Seraphim, only in a different flavor. Whereas the Seraphim sought to seek and destroy the enemy in the most direct fashion possible, the Mist Prowler was content to drag out the hunt and slowly envelop their opponents.

"Hm, that's strange. What's with the stealth option?"

Adding a particle ejector to a hunter or ambush type mech wasn't unusual. But Joshua couldn't figure out why the designer added it to a mech with such a bright and shiny chrome finish.

Then he noted the designer incorporated his practically trademark Cloud Festive Generator right next to the ejector. "Ah, so that's why."

Joshua had a lot of fun playing around with the Cloud Generator. It made him the envy of his friends whenever they teamed up. Though it served no practical purpose and often attracted the enemy to him, he liked to arrive on the battlefield in a bombastic fashion. He loved using it to play games with his opponent's minds.

The mech was different from anything he played before, so he considered whether it was useful to purchase this mech. As his first 2-star mech, he wanted to pilot something familiar so he could leverage his best skills immediately. If he picked the wrong mech to start his career in the Silver League, he might lose too many matches, causing his hard-earned rank to demote. That would be a disaster.

"It's from Chasing Clouds. I don't think he'd release something crappy."

He trusted the designer. He sometimes felt there was a connection between them, an intimacy many pilots had for their favorite designers. Sometimes they became so enthusiastic they resembled fanboys and fangirls. Joshua liked to think he wasn't so blind, so he took the time to scour over the specs and look over the simulations of the variant before making his purchase.

"Ah what the heck, who am I kidding. I'm totally going to buy this mech anyway."

Though the hefty credit price was a step up from the dirt-cheap 1-star mechs, Joshua never paid attention to even eye-popping prices. With a quick credit transfer, Joshua now owned the first handmade Mist Prowler.

As Joshua returned to his private area and entered the mech stables, he could feel the presence of the Mist Prowler. It demanded attention even as it wanted to stay unnoticed. The dichotomy easily caused confusion, but Joshua only felt more intimate towards his new mech. He understood the designer's philosophy, having mastered the Seraphim. No matter how much the designer tried to make a subtle mech, he just couldn't resist showing off. Why else did he include cloud generators and bright colors?

After a brief time of familiarizing himself with the new mech's controls, he threw himself into matchmaking. As he wanted to put his mech to its paces, he chose to enter the gigantic Wartorn Instances mode. Even the smallest 50v50 map possessed plenty of space for him to work his magic without bumping into too many people.

The game finished matching enough players together, causing them all to enter their team's lobby. Joshua took a look around. This was his first match in Silver and he knew that he wasn't playing with people from Cloudy Curtain anymore. Once a player graduated from Bronze, the entire galaxy opened up to them allowing them to play with people tens of thousands of light-years away.

A big and bulky spider mech stood in the center of the room. The small crown hovering over its head demanded everyone's attention.

"Alright guys, I'm NotchedHalberd, and I'll be your captain for this match." A young man's voice spoke out from the team channel. "As we're all playing in the Silver League, I won't bore you with complicated plans. I know only 10% of you will even listen to me. Instead, I just want you to keep one thing in mind: don't all rush forward when the hatch opens up. We artillery mechs need some help fending off the enemy scouts."

Whether much of their team followed this advice, Joshua wasn't hopeful. In fact, he planned to ditch his teammates and find an empty zone to hunt for prey. He could only really stretch his new mech's capabilities by fighting without distractions.

The map eventually loaded and caused the bay doors to open. The map revealed itself to be a hot desert canyon like map. Groans issued out from most of the mech pilots, especially those that relied heavily on energy weapons.

"Fuck! It's Scorched Canyon!"

"Goddammit, it's so hot you can cook an egg on a rock. Who the fuck thought of this stupid scenario? There's nothing here that's worth fighting for!"

"90% of my loadout is based on lasers. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sit here and afk for a while."

Hot environments impacted energy-dependent mechs disproportionately. In the real universe, mech outfits tailored their mechs to the local environment in advance. Unfortunately, Iron Spirit's matchmaking kept the map the players had to contest over a secret until the match finally started. This always caused some mech pilots to wallow in misfortune while others danced with glee.

Joshua also plastered a smile on his face. While the Mist Prowler was not set up to fight in deserts, it nevertheless held a slight advantage. His mech's offensive power only consisted of a few melee weapons. The lack of any wrist or shoulder-mounted weapons limited Joshua's offensive options, but honed his mech's strengths in a couple of categories that could be fully exploited in the coming match.

"Don't let the enemy bastards take over all of the top ridges!"

The Scorched Canyon map featured an unusual layout with many winding cliffs and canyons. The final objective of this map was to conquer and hold an ancient alien ruin situated in a deep valley in the middle of a lot of cliffs. Holding the nearby high ground was essential in either sieging the valley or preventing the enemy from taking advantage of them. However, the top plateaus were inaccessible to all but flight mechs. Their presence was essential in taking over the map.

Joshua raced forward and grew more in tune with his mech as he did so. His first movements looked awkward, but he quickly got used to the unusual balance of his agile mech. By the time he traversed halfway to the valley, he could easily dodge pass rocks and other obstacles in his way.

A couple of mechs that traveled in the same direction as him veered off as they entered a narrower route that brought them to the flanks of the valley. Unlike many others, Joshua continued to head straight towards the center.

"Hey noob! It's dangerous if you go into the ruins!"

"He's dead already."

"The fucking loser probably doesn't know how this map works at all."

The risks were exceedingly high if he entered the valley too early, but Joshua could rely on his mech to pull through. The Mist Prowler crossed the wide open space with a sprint that neared the speed of the fastest medium mechs.

Unfortunately, its shiny exterior easily reflected the bright sun in the sky, drawing all sorts of unsavory eyes at him. The scouts that have already reached the nearby ridges grew red, and those with ranged weapons started to fire potshots at him. At this range, the chances of getting hit was minimal, but Joshua didn't enjoy the experience.

Incredibly, he managed to dodge all but a couple of glancing blows. The pressure of incoming fire was a powerful motivator to mastering the Mist Prowler's quirks. His mech practically danced through the hazards with only a few scuffs marks from accurate laser fire. Even the onlookers from his own team popped out their eyes.

Once Joshua reached the midst of the ruins, he was able to use the tall stone structures to break line of sight. Though the enemy could keep raining down fire, damaging the ruins penalized their team's final score. Only by employing scouts and spotters to feed accurate coordinates would teams be able to bombard an enemy occupant without causing excessive collateral damage.

"The first part is over." Joshua sighed as he came down from the high. Though he only piloted his new mech for a short while, he already felt it moved like his own body, but even better. The mech's amazing mix of speed, agility and strength made this mech a great close combat mech. Now that he cast the bait, he only needed to wait until an enemy approached.

Joshua got his first customer. A three-man team of light scouts hastily entered the ruins from the other side. His own team tried to punish their brazen approach and succeeded in scratching their paint at the very least. One mech even suffered a malfunction in his rifle when it got blown apart by a lucky shell.

Ordinarily, a speed-based medium mech preferred not to tangle with light mechs. They moved faster than them while possessing similar amounts of offensive power. The disparity in armor could be negated entirely if the light mechs could use their speed advantage to stay out of reach. This disparity widened the medium mech possessed no ranged weapons.

The Mist Prowler unfortunately lacked even a pistol.

"No matter. These ruins will be my best friend."

The ancient and extensive alien ruins represented the closest urban combat environment in the map. While he could also play around in rock-littered canyons, the spaces there were just a little too small. While the Mist Prowler excelled in complex environments, they needed a certain amount of room to maneuver, which most narrow canyons lacked.

As the three scuffed light mechs crossed over to the other side of the ruins, Joshua prepared for their arrival. He held no hope in hiding his mech from their superior sensors. Instead, he walked his mech around and chose a suitable area to make his stand.

The Mist Prowler was not a mech that enjoyed letting his enemies come to him. By choosing to set up at busy street, he could use the plentiful structures to block the enemy's field of view and force them to come closer. Like a spider sitting in the middle of his web, Joshua waited for the mechs to fall into his range.

When the first of the light mechs stepped into the narrower street, Joshua initiated his plan. He activated his particle ejector, which instantly blasted an entire canister's worth of sensor-blocking junk in the air. The cloud generator also did its work by pumping out a generous amount of psychedelic vapor.

The modules expended their payloads rapidly, causing a couple of blocks of streets to be obscured from optical as well as many other types of sensors. This not only blinded the light mechs, it also prevented onlookers from above or below to interfere with Joshua's hunt.

He grinned as he felt his anticipation grow. Having mapped the surrounding streets before, Joshua slowly piloted his mech forward. The mech's footsteps weren't exactly subtle, but the panicking light mechs allowed him to get in close.

The mech with the damaged laser rifle showed up in front of Joshua first. The Mist Prowler came out far too sudden for the enemy mech to respond in time. Its shiny exterior reflected all kinds of bright and crazy colors due to the rays passing through the colorful vapor. In fact, the effect worked even better than traditional camouflage.

"Death!" Joshua yelled as he urged his nimble mech to thrust forward with its spear.

The force behind his approach was incredible, but the light mech was no slouch either. The enemy pilot bent his mech to the side, causing the spearhead to penetrate the edge of its waist but no deeper.

"That's not all I got!"

Usually, a mech that put most of its forward momentum in a weapon thrust left itself open to retaliation. Joshua merely pushed his Mist Prowler to jump sideways with the enemy and allow the spear to slash the light mech again.

The force behind the second blow wasn't too much, but Joshua was able to control his strike to hit the damaged section again. Few other mechs could achieve such acrobatics.

The spearhead carved through the light mech's armor like a hot knife through butter. The fatal hit allowed the spearhead to wreck a couple of components near its engine. Not enough to take it out entirely, but enough to slow down the light mech's mobility.

"He's here! Come and save me!" The enemy pilot yelled out in the open as he was unable to connect with his teammates with all the interference in the air.

"You'll be dead before they come!"

The light mech tried to turn the tables on the Mist Prowler by diving forwards within the spear's reach. However, Joshua skillfully spun the spear with remarkable dexterity and knocked the light mech's stride off-track with a smack. With another spin he slashed his spear at the enemy's arm, but the lack of power and momentum behind the hasty blow only caused the armor to get cut.

Joshua was a little frustrated with the spear. It worked great if he could build up his speed and stab forward with the incredible weight of his mech behind the blow. Close in like this and it felt more like an unnecessary burden. Therefore he simply dropped it and pulled out the Mist Prowler's heated knives from their holster.

With a pair of hot blades in its hands, the medium mech surged forward in pursuit. The light mech scrambled to parry one knife, only to let the other make a shallow stab in its chest. Before the light mech could pull out, Joshua kept up his barrage and pressed his opponent relentlessly.

One of his knives finally dug past the chest armor and tore a deep gash in the light mech's power reactor.

"Urgh! Fuck! He got me!"

With its mobility impaired and a faltering power reactor, the light mech was practically dead in the water. A couple of follow ups finished off the poor mech.

"First kill." Joshua licked his lips. He started to like this new playstyle. Though the thick mist of particles and colors made it difficult for him to seek out his opponents, they also had a hard time bumping into him.

He realized that using the particle generator on an unsuspecting group negated their numerical advantage. As long as they weren't too close, his mech could take all the time in the world to defeat them one by one.

With only instincts and luck guiding him to his next prey, Joshua led his Mist Prowler deeper into the hazy fog. He had two more mechs to hunt down before the particles sank down onto the earth.

"Heh. What Silver League?" He mocked. "Within my mist, they're dead men walking."

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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