Chapter 30: A Combat Genius

As Race was slowly learning how to get a hold on a mech, Magnus was simply watching from the sidelines. He was waiting to see how Race was going to do. If he needed help he would be more than happy to guide him.

" Keep it up, Race". Magnus kept on encouraging him, but he felt that it was unnecessary. Race was learning it in Pace that was otherworldly. Magnus was stunned, even a little bit terrified.

Race an unparalleled swordsman, who had trained his body to the peak of the mortal limits. All his training was now helping him use this mech to its limit. In such a short time Race was able to fully grasp the limits of the Mark 9 Mech.

Seeing that Race controlling the mech like a pro, Magnus decided to up the difficulty. " Race, you seem to have gotten the hang of it. So here comes some more ".

Magnus increased the combat standard of the mechs up to a standard difficulty and send two of them at the same time.

Race was more than happy to accept the challenge.

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cling...cling...

A teenage girl was slowly walking through a gloomy metallic hallway.

Her steps were hasty. Her knees trembling. If anyone was watching her, they would feel as if she was walking to her death. Her footsteps echoed through the eerie hallway.

We could see face was pale and if one were to look closely they would see that her lips were trembling. She slowly inched towards the door. As she neared the end of the hallway, she stood before the metallic door that blocked her from a room of horrors.

She was afraid of what was beyond that door. Whatever was beyond the door had scarred her.

She waited a full minute deciding whether to open the door or not. She then gulped remembering something far more horrifying.

Her fear of not completing her duty and its consequence was far more horrifying. Tear started to well up in her eyes as she pressed her palm on the panel by the door.

" AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAaa"

A loud scream that almost sounded like a beast was what she had to face first.

On the other side of door was lab. A lab that could be considered to be among the top 50 in the Entire coalition. The sophisticated machinery and advanced equipments were so advanced that most people in the coalition didn't know they existed.

There were many things that any geek would fawn over but the Teenage Girls attention was spent between 3 different points.

One an old man who was currently working on his experiment.

A lady submerged in a transparent mix of chemicals to whom the screams belonged.

And a progress above a small beaker. the progress shown on the bar increased when the beaker was filled.

The gut wrenching screams of the lady in chemical vat would make anyone scared at the same time feel pity for her. But the middle aged man who was currently working on the panels that monitored the experiment was not even a bit fazed by it. While the girl who had just entered the lab looked devastated. Her eyes threatened to overflow as she watched the lady.

She jumped when the old man called her name. " Nira, What is it ? ", a cruel voice sounded from the old man.

" Ma..Ma..Master, your cr..crew has sent a No...no..notification that the trap has been set." Nira replied to her master in a meek voice, which was drowned in the screams of the lady.

The master whose back was to Nira was immediately enraged as he did not receive the answer for his question. He shut the lid to the chemical vat the lady was in. He turned around, looking menacingly at Nira and yelled.

" WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, YOU ANSWER IT." he then pressed a button on his wrist band.

A light suddenly flickered on the device that was implanted on the back of Nira's neck.

" Master, plea...", before she could even complete it a jolt of electricity flowed through her body, causing her to convulse. Pain that normal people could imagine was felt through Nira'a entire body. She fell to the ground convulsing. After shocking her about 4 more times, Her Master asked her once again in cruel and sarcastic voice," What is it, Nira ?".

Nira who was convulsing on the ground gritted her teeth. she took in a long and laborious breaths as she spoke each word." Master...the...trap...you...for...asked...is...set". Nira slumped her face as she gasped for air.

" Oh, you should have said that sooner, if you had then you wouldn't have had to go through this." Her master said to Nira in a caring voice which had a sarcastic tone.

" Now I will have a new text subject", He said as he began to laugh; at Nira's plight or at the fate of his new test subject.

" Race Smyth I hope you will prove yourself to be an excellent specimen", the old man grinned while looking at picture of Race being taken from the MAD tournament.