Chapter 652 - 642: 5S-Grade Mecha

Moira Lynch didn’t actually bring everything out at once. After all, the sheer quantity was just too much. She only took out a few of each item for the others to choose from.

"Oh, and this," she said. "I strongly recommend one set each, especially for Shane Rhodes and Hugh Finch."

Hearing this, Shane Rhodes and the other two looked in the direction Moira Lynch was pointing. It was a metal sphere, about the size of a basketball, floating in mid-air.

"What is this?" Shane Rhodes asked.

"This is the latest 5S-grade Mecha."

As she spoke, Moira Lynch reached out and touched the metal sphere. Almost instantly, it broke down into countless tiny particles and attached themselves to her body.

"This 5S-grade Mecha can integrate perfectly with your cells. When not in use, it’s completely invisible."

The previous Exoskeleton Mecha, no matter how well-hidden, still ran the risk of being exposed. In comparison, this 5S-grade Mecha offers much greater stealth, and its performance is better too.

The main function of the Exoskeleton Mecha was support, while this 5S-grade Mecha was born for battle.

"This Mecha can not only adapt to all kinds of extreme environments, but it can also produce its own air, allowing you to survive in anaerobic conditions. Furthermore, its combat power is immense, and it’s equipped with dozens of different weapons.

It can also connect to the Intelligent Brain to change the Mecha’s form.

Finally..."

With a CLANG of mechanical parts, a pair of mechanical wings sprouted from Moira Lynch’s back, lifting her into the air.

"This Mecha can fly. Its top speed can reach the speed of light, but I don’t recommend you fly that fast."

By now, Kai York, Shane Rhodes, and Hugh Finch were completely captivated by Moira’s demonstration. Hearing her sudden warning, one of them subconsciously asked, "Why? Would flying at the speed of light cause irreversible damage to the Mecha?"

"That’s not it," Moira Lynch said. "The Mecha is fine. It’s our bodies that probably couldn’t take it."

The implication was clear: the Mecha was perfect, but they were too weak.

Each of them took a set of the Mecha and put it on.

"Moira, what are these round protrusions on the back of the Mecha’s hands? They feel like they could be detached."

Kai York looked at his metal-encased arms, his gaze falling on the ten round protrusions on the backs of his hands.

They didn’t look out of place—in fact, they complemented the Mecha’s design—but surprisingly, the protrusions could move.

"Those are Space Buttons, specifically for storing weapons. Where else did you think the equipped weapons came from? Remember to restock them when they’re used up.

Besides the Space Buttons on the hands for storing weapons, this Mecha set is also equipped with two more, one on each side of the waist. This Mecha was supposedly developed for solo operations, which is why it’s fitted with so many Space Buttons for stocking supplies."

After distributing the Mechas, Moira Lynch went on to introduce the other items one by one.

Next was the Liquid Metal. Inside a transparent container, a mass of dark red liquid was constantly squirming, shifting its shape as if it were alive.

This metal was extracted from the human body. That’s right—it was refined from people who possessed the Metal Frenzy talent.

This metal can transform into any weapon. Because it’s a liquid and extremely difficult to control, the transformations are limited to melee weapons.

Moreover, since it is extracted from the human body, the consciousness of those people still resides within the Liquid Metal. Therefore, to control it, one must possess immense spiritual power and Willpower.

Setting Willpower aside for a moment, among the four of them, only Moira Lynch and Hugh Finch had enough spiritual power to control the Liquid Metal.

However, Moira Lynch had her Universal Gloves, which could also transform into various melee weapons, so she naturally had no interest in this Liquid Metal.

"Since you’re not interested, I’ll take it. I happen to be lacking an offensive method, and this Liquid Metal is perfect for me," Hugh Finch said, putting away the canister of Liquid Metal.

After that, the group picked out more items to equip themselves with. After all, this was the final game.

Based on their experience from the previous two rounds, this game was guaranteed to be extremely dangerous. No amount of preparation would be excessive.

Moreover, having previously ended a game early by helping the chosen savior, Mark Rhodes, they planned to do the same this time.

So, in addition to the supplies they needed for themselves, they also prepared plenty of other rescue materials.

By the time they finished their selections, Victor Logan had arrived with his people.

Upon seeing Moira Lynch, the smile on his face was impossible to hide.

"Young Lynn, I heard you came back safely and brought back the latest Combat Spaceships! Is it true?!"

Victor Logan grabbed Moira Lynch’s shoulders, his whole body trembling. He squeezed unconsciously, his eyes filled with wild excitement.

Heaven knows, when he first received the news, he thought he had misread it. He had to read it several times before confirming it was real. He hadn’t wasted a second, bringing his men over immediately—so much so that he had completely missed the subsequent message from Shane Rhodes.

"Good kid, you’re a true child of our nation! Where are the spaceships? Can we fly them away now?"

Moira Lynch struggled out of his grip and rubbed her sore shoulders. "You can, but... you only brought a few people. It might not be enough."

"Not enough? How many spaceships did you bring back?"

In Victor Logan’s mind, for a young woman like Moira Lynch—even though she had brought back spaceships before, they were all damaged—to bring back two or three brand-new, fully armed, and intact spaceships would have been the absolute limit.

"Around five thousand, I guess," Moira Lynch said.

She had practically scoured the entirety of Javell, and all the ships, new and old, added up to a little over five thousand.

"How many did you say!"

Hearing the number Moira Lynch gave, Victor Logan’s breathing grew heavy. His expression was dazed, and he even wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him.

After he finally calmed down, he looked at Moira Lynch with a serious expression and said, "Five thousand is a huge number. But don’t you worry, I’ll go find a suitable site right now. I..."

Before he could finish, Moira Lynch cut him off. "No need. I’ve already found a place. There’s a continent north of here, it’s all plains. I’ve put all the spaceships there. You just need to go and get them."