Counterfeit Hero

"What are you planning to do?" Milan leaned on Fatty’s arm, her ample and perky breasts separated only by a thin shirt, giving Fatty a soft and warm sensation.

Sliding his hand into Milan’s shirt, Fatty chuckled, "Of course, it’s the same as any other [Rampage]."

"Not pretending to be a [Magic Beast] anymore?" Milan glanced at Fatty, slightly twisting her body, her breast’s tingling making her feel weak all over.

"It was fine before, with a small unit and mixing one [Magic Beast] into dozens of sixth and Seventh Generation Mechas," Fatty’s hand slid down, giving Milan’s round, smooth bare buttock a gentle slap, a crisp sound echoed, "But in a group of Twelfth Generation Mechas, mixing one in would be like hiding a tree in a forest, foolish woman."

The repair platform moved to the circular repair station and stopped. Fatty let go of Milan, opened the railing, and walked down the steps to the bottom of the repair station.

With his hand lightly touching [Logic]’s icy frame, the Biological Dual State Metal’s unique texture, like wood and metal’s coldness, conveyed an extremely familiar feeling.

Having been just a mechanic soldier, it was alongside this mecha that he had come this far.

Rescuing prisoners behind enemy lines, rescuing Russell, capturing James, battling the Hunter Corps, fighting Reinhardt...without [Logic], his hand speed of merely thirty to forty actions back then, would have likely ended him one too many times.

Fatty lifted his head.

On the repair platform, only wearing a shirt, Milan followed Fatty’s gaze, looked down at her empty lower body, and instantly turned red with embarrassment, biting her lip and holding down the shirt’s hem with her slender hand.

"Fatty, don’t look!"

Her voice, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, just as heavenly as it was three years ago.

This is the treasure he needed to protect alongside [Logic].

Connecting the computer data cable that loaded the Biological Dual State Metal’s metal transformation program to [Logic]’s frame, Fatty took a deep breath and gently pinched his fingers.

The wrist-mounted automatic repair arms split into thousands of square metal blocks, quickly flipping and unfolding, wrapping the entire hand and forearm. On the back of the hand, a spinning metal disc cracked open, the metal ball inside changing shape with Fatty’s agile finger movements.

A year ago at the Leray First Military Academy Laboratory, Fatty was already working on upgrading [Logic]. The exile to Mars Free World delayed this long-overdue project until now.

However, the accumulation at Mars provided Fatty more confidence in upgrading [Logic]. The technology at his disposal far exceeds that of a year ago.

Magic Beast’s frame, Rampage’s system structure, Biological Dual State Metal materials, Caspar’s miniaturized battleship-grade mecha engine, magnetic instrument, Milan-designed battleship-grade powerful electronic system, armor’s instant defense enhancement, Feiyang’s latest mechanical computer, miniature mecha, enhanced ion light saber, new energy shield........

All of this will give [Logic] even greater power.

If the bandit army is the Dragon Slayer Blade, cutting across the world, then [Logic] is the Heavenly Sword, delivering a shocking strike!

"Let’s see who dares to mess with me!"

Fatty began the work. Everything was already stored in his mind, from [Heng Dao] to [Ranger], from Ninth Generation [Heaven’s Punishment] to Tenth Generation [Divine] to Twelfth Generation [Thunderbolt], from the Leray Military Laboratory’s technology, to Caspar’s Journal, and finally to the strange and peculiar research by the Mars Free World scientists.....

Everything will converge today to create the strongest mech in history!

Inputting the engine blueprints into the repair station computer, the entire repair station suddenly bustled with activity. The metal former roared, the data on the alloy integration furnace electronic display soared, countless mechanical arms danced back and forth across the workbench.

Most parts, Fatty used Biological Dual State Metal in Logical itself for manufacturing, while those parts unable to be completed using laboratory equipment had been sent to Milan’s laboratory by Fulong Sword Company under the guise of research.

With a change of clothes, Milan joined the work. Their cooperation was seamless, reminiscent of the moment [Logic] was born three years ago.

The first to be completed was the mecha’s core engine.

[Logic]’s engine was certainly not the simplified version used for [Rampage] orders.

The true battleship-grade miniature engine technology was already mastered by Fatty. Over the past half year, the bandit army laboratory made new breakthroughs in engine layout, creating engines based on modern battleship-grade engine layouts, more advanced than the engine structures in Caspar’s Journal from a century ago, with performance significantly improved.

Additionally, Fatty used Biological Dual State Metal, whose strength is six times that of ultra-hard metal, in key areas like engine energy compression chambers and transmission shafts, thus, when the engine was inserted into the tester the unthinkable happened, giving both Fatty and Milan a huge surprise.

The engine emitted a deafening roar within the tester. The transmission rod and gear bearing within the simulated mecha transmission tester were wildly moving. On the test computer, the engine’s power exceeded the theoretical data limit by 30%, its explosive power increased by 75%, and its strength by 300%.

"Boom!" A thunderous sound echoed.

The overloaded tester casing started to billow thick smoke, electrical sparks flying, constantly emitting a series of clangs and clatters.

Fatty shuddered in fright and quickly told Milan at the control console to turn off the tester.

Once the temperature dropped, Fatty cautiously opened the thick tester casing to look inside, discovering the transmission rod had broken under the excessive load. The broken metal parts traveled through the swiftly turning gears and crankshaft, the aftermath was predictable. The entire inside of the tester was wreaked havoc, and if it weren’t for the extremely sturdy fully enclosed casing, it would’ve likely punctured a big hole.

Fatty took out the engine and looked at it from all angles.

The engine, as black as a suitcase, looked somewhat unsightly. However, this ugly fellow hadn’t sustained a scratch amidst such terrifying destruction.

With its own power, it made testing systems comparable to a Tenth Generation Mecha collapse due to the overwhelming stress. This wasn’t just a Mecha engine; it was practically the heart of a devil!

Amid Fatty’s smug, wild laughter, the next step was completing the Transmission System for the Mecha.

Having learned from the previous mistakes with the detector, Fatty used Biological Dual State Metal for the entire Transmission System, not even sparing the screws and nuts. Yet, he still felt it wasn’t secure enough and adjusted the dimensions of critical components to make them even more robust.

Milan was watching from the side, feeling utterly dizzy.

No one understood the properties of Biological Dual State Metal better than her.

The components Fatty was making for the "Logic" Transmission System were enough not just for a Mecha, but they could hoist a battleship in a spaceport. This was sheer wastefulness; he not only used Logic’s Biological Dual State Metal but also tore apart the backup Mecha made of the same, stored in the lab. What kind of monster was he trying to create?

Despite her scolding, Milan didn’t have the slightest intention of stopping Fatty.

In truth, in matters concerning the creation and the life of Fatty’s "Logic," Milan, who was committed to protecting Fatty thoroughly, was entirely complicit, willing to use up good material even more than Fatty. Back in Gallipalan, when making Mecha and equipment for Fatty, the materials she procured often shocked Boswell.

Transmission System, Drive System, Balance System, Control System, Electronic Assistance System, Electronic Attack System, Energy Defense System, Long-range Attack System.......

For three whole days, the two of them locked themselves in the lab, working day and night.

The "Logic" gradually took shape in the repair station.

When the final auxiliary armor was placed on Logic’s menacing outer shell, Milan couldn’t help but clutch her head in a pained groan.

The appearance of Logic was exactly like Rampage, but its dilapidated shell looked as if it had been under bombardment from 100,000 Energy Cannons for a full month, and then beaten by 100,000 Mechas for a year. It was a battered mess. Back then, Magic Beast looked just like this, and now Fatty was playing the same trick again.

Seeing Fatty pressed against Logic, touching it here and there, eyebrows raised, eyes dreamy, and nostrils flaring, and then remembering the disguise system she helped him assemble inside that Mecha, Milan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Fatty hadn’t changed his old nature. However sneaky, however adept at making enemies underestimate him, that’s how he would act. Only by truly engaging with him would those fooled by Logic’s exterior understand how dangerous he was!

Was he truly now a Vice Admiral of the Leray Federation, the partner of Military God Hastings, and the leader leading the Bandit Army?

Milan, covered in goosebumps, made a bashful decision.

If this guy dares to touch me like that later, I’ll beat him to death!

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Walking into Boswell’s lab, Fatty had a black eye and a beaten-up face.

"Weren’t you assembling your Mecha at Milan’s?" Boswell asked in surprise, looking up from the experimental computer console: "How did you end up like this?"

Fatty’s mouth twitched twice, full of grievances.

Not knowing what nerve Milan struck, when he merely wanted to get a little affectionate with her, he got a sound thrashing. Was it really wrong to just press against her and touch a little? He thought he was pretty gentle, maybe with a slightly ambiguous smile. Was that playful persistence already too much?

Seeing Fatty mumble for a long time, unable to speak, Boswell waved his hand in amusement: "Besides Milan, who else could beat you up like this?"

Fatty dryly chuckled once and changed the subject: "Teacher, is the test experiment for the Space Jump Technology completed?"

Boswell leaned back in his chair for a while, then smiled a little, stood up, and led the way to an automatic door inside the lab: "Follow me."

Seeing Boswell’s steps as if he was decades younger, Fatty suddenly felt his heart race.

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. Many things have been happening recently, so I always forget to recommend Skull Elf’s new work "Armed Storm." Actually, there’s no need for a recommendation; it’s already at the top of the major charts. Everyone should take a look. It’s very exciting.

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