ch 5679 Absense of Control
Sci-fi · Exlor
"Well, you know..." Song Jian hesitated and looked at the sleazy old man. The old man's whole demeanor just screamed untrustworthy. If it were a pretty and cute girl, Song Jian would take it without a second thought. But it was just hard to trust this old man in front of him.
Games · Hair fell out
In order to grant the power of sexual reproduction to this mechanical product, Alexa split this work into a male and female variant.
Sci-fi · Exlor
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his chin being clenched by an irresistible force. The pain was unbearable, and he subconsciously opened his mouth. The person took the opportunity to put something in his mouth. Before he could react, he felt a cold wind blowing in his mouth, followed by severe pain. The man twitched a few times in pain and then fainted.
General · Struggle
"We are! It's harder than it looks! The Polymath has already taken all of our measures into account. It's as if she already has us in checkmate before she even made the first move!"
Sci-fi · Exlor
"Clair is the greatest genius that our modern civilization has produced. I do not dispute her intellectual prowess. However, she is far too young and inexperienced to support her ambitions. I may not be able to match her raw cognition, but I have lived three times longer than her. I have built up an immense accumulation, more than either you or Clair can imagine."
Sci-fi · Exlor
"The Compact cannot stop us any longer. Come with me, Ves. We shall commence the ritual right away. The time of my resurrection is at hand!"
Sci-fi · Exlor
"A poisoned chalice can be life-threatening, but only to the weak. Paracelsus once said that all things are poison and nothing is without poison. An ordinary mech designer cannot withstand the dosage because they are too weak and incapable. You are different. You have built up many powerful mechs and trump cards. You are among the youngest Senior Mech Designers of the Red Ocean. You are an associate of the Survivalist Faction and the Transhumanist Faction. You are the Supreme Son of the Hex Federation. You are the effective leader of an alliance made up of several powerful pioneering organizations. With all of these advantages, do you still think that a mere poisoned chalice can put you down?"
Sci-fi · Exlor
"It's not about the money." He told her. "I don't mind if their balance sheets are in the red, though I at least want them to break even over time. What I truly want is to hedge our clan's business activity and reduce its geographic concentration. We can't keep returning to Davute whenever we want to do anything big. I want our expeditionary fleet to be able to resupply in a friendly and familiar star system in every zone. I want the LMC to diversify its business activities so that if Davute ever loses the war or kicks us out, our support network won't be significantly impacted."
Sci-fi · Exlor
"That it is best to never put myself in a position where I have to answer to a higher authority." Ves replied. "All of the times I got screwed over by one government institution after another has driven me to remove myself entirely from their rule. I painstakingly built up my Larkinson Clan as a sovereign fleet-bound state so that I would never put myself or my friends in a position as yours. This has also worked out well for me. Few people are able to get a hold on me anymore."
Sci-fi · Exlor
His eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was he being influenced by Goldie? Had he become irrationally obsessed about developing tiger mechs just so that his clan could overwhelm its enemies by unleashing a sea of cat-like mechs?
Sci-fi · Exlor
ch 0 1 What happened?
Fantasy · lumydee
ch 0 1 The Bad Beginning
Urban · glacialfire
Villa_Gaming_Guide
Right now, Ves felt like he had been put in the exact same situation.
The Mech Touch
Sci-fi · Exlor