First Generation Humanoid Heavy Machine
Mu Fan appeared in Fatty's VIP room, which was about 20 square meters. There were two Teleportation Rings on the side. Fatty was depressed as he watched the video in the soft leather sofa.
When he saw the flash of white light, Fatty immediately put away the video and came up to him with a bitter face. "I was abused. I was tricked! I… Hahahaha, why are you still wearing this singlet? Didn't you finish your training?" Fatty was complaining that he had seen Mu Fan's cool novice style, but he was back to original mode in an instant.
Mu Fan tried to maintain his cool expression, but reminding him of training camp immediately made him pale, but he hid that quickly. Fortunately, Fatty did not see it. When he was recalling the metal rod that had hit him lightly which could not be avoided, his head still hurting after remembering that sene.
"…Well, it's over, but I think we need to learn more about basic operation. We might go there more often." Mu Fan could actually say this without changing his facial expression.
"That's good." The fatty did not think much of it. "Well, do you know how to operate a mecha? You must have learned how to operate a mecha directly. I told you that combat is meaningless to you."
"…Right." Mu Fan choked out a word.
"Then stop wasting time. Come on, let's have a match. I'll start with the first generation mecha. This kind of mecha won't be able to cause much of a stir no matter how well you play. It's slow, and the venue is small. It's very suitable for you to join the association." Young Master Harry put on an expression of "I'll help you very much" and patted Mu Fan's shoulder with earnestness.
"Look, do you see the battle teleportation ring over there? Stand in, confirm the battle room, and then go in." The fat brother thoughtfully pointed at the battle teleportation ring on the side.
"All right." Mu Fan felt like he was being forced to do something. He had to bite the bullet now.
"B * stards, watch Brother Fatty slaughter in the rookie room. Tremble, hahaha!" The fatty wore a ferocious expression as he licked his lips and stepped into the teleportation circle.
"Mu Fan, prep confirmed. The system is starting to match."
"Beep, matchup successful. Battle room: A4J1507, battle level 1 to 2 generations. Battle map: Eight square kilometers of rocky area, battle number 8V8."
Mu Fan and Fatty instantly disappeared from the room and appeared on the top of the map. However, his teammates could not see each other. Mu Fan looked at the area below with a kind of omniscient view. Boulders of varying sizes were scattered on a plain. There were protruding hills and scattered debris of ships that divided the area. It felt like a maze of rocks.
System countdown: 2 minutes.
Please choose a mech.
Mu Fan looked at the list that appeared in front of him. Well, it was very, very long. There was a list from one generation to seven generations, and then there were black question marks.
Unfortunately, they were all gray…
Then Mu Fan slid his hand to the right, and the gray mecha page slid away. Finally, a color-coded mecha icon appeared.
It could be used!
Mu Fan was a little excited, but also helpless. Why? He did not know how to operate the mech. He was excited to be able to use the mech for the first time, but he felt a little helpless when he thought that he did not know anything, and he felt embarrassed to tell Fatty.
Confirm to choose this mech? The system popped up a notification.
'Of course I did. You don't give me any other choice.'
"Confirm selection, first-generation general-purpose heavy machine—EH01."
After Mu Fan confirmed it, the icon zoomed in, and a mecha that looked like a human skeleton appeared in front of him.
Mu Fan was about 1.8 meters tall. This—let's call it a mecha—was about six meters tall.
The strange thing was that this mecha was completely different from what he had seen on Fatty's Skylink video. How should he describe it? It looked more like a skeleton.
Mecha introduction appeared beside the mecha: Real system mecha. Before humans broke through the atmosphere, the ground surface used the first-generation mecha—Humanoid Driving Skeleton EH01. It was initially civilian, but later was modified into a military one because it could be replaced with parts design. This mecha was a mechanical operation, and its mechanical lever was supplemented with a control panel of 178 keys.
Height: 6.2 m
Self-respect: 8.77t
Category: Lu Yuxian Mecha
Top Speed: 45km / h
Weapon: Suitable parts—120mm shoulder cannon, 52mm Gothic machine gun in arms, alloy samurai sword.
Engine: First-generation engine compartment plus fuel cells.
System rating: F-Class Long-range, F-Class Defense, E-Class Melee, F-Class Mecha.
When Mu Fan saw that it was a skeleton made entirely of a pile of metal, he only had one thought—Stupid, Thick!
Can this be opened? Three black lines appeared on Mu Fan's forehead.
Please confirm your weapon selection, system notification.
"Choose the katana, give up on the rest." Without thinking, Mu Fan looked at the system notification. After removing the shoulder cannon and the gothic gun, the weight would be reduced by about 0.6t, and the performance of the machine gun would be improved. For the first generation, even a little improvement was an advantage.
"Confirm selection. Does the pilot want to enter the cockpit?"
"Confirm."
He stepped into the elevator and entered the cockpit again.
The cockpit of the mecha, which was more than six meters tall, was logically more spacious, but… this mecha was a skeleton frame. Mu Fan's position was similar to that of a person's spinal column. There was a compact space, 13 red and blue mechanical poles on both sides, 178 control keys in the upper half of the keyboard, which could only fit one person's seat and the combat screen in front of it.
How was this possible?
Mu Fan had no idea what to do. He sat in the hard driver's seat and looked anxiously at what was in front of him.
The system did not care about that. "Countdown begins. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"
Mu Fan instantly felt as if he had jumped off a cliff and lost weight. He fell from a height of hundreds of meters. The metal mecha could not remove the adrenaline from the gravity of the planet.
"This is so exciting!" This was the first time Mu Fan had come into contact with mecha combat. The feeling of being in close combat made his pores feel comfortable.
But! Wouldn't the mech break if it was dropped from such a high altitude?
Looking at the ground getting closer, Mu Fan could not help but shout.
The buffer on the mecha's legs activated.
Although there was a buffer, don't expect the first-generation mecha to be able to offset much of it. It would be good enough if there was a buffer.
"Bang!" The EH01 mecha landed heavily on the ground. Mu Fan, who was in the cockpit, was also heavily shaken.
"The mech is already broken. Every time it descends, it is like bungee jumping. We should go to the forum and reflect on it."
"Don't be ridiculous. If you want to change, you should do it earlier. This is what real combat feels like. Do you want the Eighth Generation console to feel the same way? What do you know?"
"You know what I mean!"
"Damn you."
…
Mu Fan was immediately confused. What was that noise coming from the cockpit? Why were they arguing?
"Okay, look at the battle map. Everyone, pay attention to evasion first. Gather at two points, AB, and two lines. All the best."
There was another voice, and this time it was much more reliable. Mu Fan almost suspected that he had entered the wrong place.
"Okay, I'll go" A. "The player who spoke for the first time spoke again.
"Me too!"
"Get lost. Don't follow me."
"Get lost. If you dare to say one more word, I'll be in the supervision team!"
"…You son of a b * tch!"
The two mecha cursed as they charged toward Point A. Mu Fan saw two green dots heading toward Point A.
"I'm impressed. Are all the King of Mouths in the Level 1 room?" This time, Mu Fan heard Fatty's voice clearly.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You are a scumbag."
The fatty was enraged. "F*ck you!"
Mu Fan was completely speechless. Was this the first mecha battle of his life?