A true man

The next morning, in the airing area.

LCH was doing a simple check and adjustment on the Mammoth, while Simon stood opposite the mecha, watching. Meanwhile, Thomas, the mechanic, sat on a nearby chair, one hand holding a cup of coffee and the other clutching a computer, browsing an underground forum with great interest.

Due to the record-high viewership of the recent flag capture game, our menopausal warden decided to postpone the next game by two days, also setting it on a rest day.

This would not only ensure more viewers on the day of the match but also prolong the gap between the two games, allowing the excitement of the last game to continue fermenting and attracting more people. Then, the remaining time would be used to promote the next match.

It also gave the competitors more time for meticulous adjustments and repairs to their mechs.

This allowed Thomas to not rush into the next step and comfortably browse the internet and slack off.

Currently, the biggest topic on the dark web was undoubtedly the Death Star's flag capture game.

LCH's outrageous performance from the day before, carrying an energy gun and blasting military armor, dominated the hot discussion list, bombarded by countless posts. Titles like "Shocking! Entertainment Mecha Blasts Military Mecha", "An Energy Gun Changes the Battlefield", and "Even the Energy Gun Thought It Was Absurd, So It Exploded" were rampant, with click rates skyrocketing.

However, if Thomas were to comment, he would say these dark web titles were still too conservative.

If he were to write them, they would probably be more like "Riding Under a War Mecha, Who Else but Me is Invincible", "Why Not Rise with the Wind, Disagree? Die", or "That Day, My Gun Barrel Penetrated the Military Mecha's Cockpit". The titles alone would guarantee outstanding click rates.

Of course, this is an underground forum, and those who can make a name here and get significant views are no ordinary people. They could probably come up with such titles too.

But compared to mere sensationalism, they might care more about their reputation.

In summary, the impact of the "Red Dragon" on the battlefield reached its peak overnight, with many wealthy individuals purchasing the same model as the "Red Dragon" before its modification, curious to test its effectiveness. This also sparked some curiosity about the mechanic behind LCH.

However, this curiosity was just that—mere curiosity. The "Red Dragon," after all, was only an E-class equipment, too low in rank. It's like a schoolboy breaking the city record for the 100-meter dash at a primary school sports day. People might nod in appreciation and say it's impressive, but they generally wouldn't inquire further about the boy. First, because they might not know him even if they did ask, and second, because knowing him doesn't really mean much. After all, he's just a first-grade boy.

Similarly, no matter how impressive the "Red Dragon" is, it's still just an E-class energy gun. If the "Red Dragon" had any real impact, it was to let people know that LCH now had a skilled mechanic behind him, no longer fighting alone. Coupled with LCH's own rank advantage, this raised his odds on gambling websites.

"Bro Thomas, the mecha's hardware is all intact, only the external armor is somewhat damaged. The main issue now is the Mammoth's alloy sword has been severely damaged, and it seems unlikely to be repaired. But I believe, Bro Thomas, you definitely have a way," LCH approached Thomas enthusiastically.

"That might disappoint you," Thomas looked at LCH and shrugged his shoulders. Maybe because of the long drought and sudden rain, LCH was looking at him with more enthusiasm than he would a girl. Unfortunately, enthusiasm can't be eaten.

The problem with alloy swords, especially those used in field mechas, was never about mechanical technology, but about the steel itself.

The characteristics of the raw materials determine the durability and lethality of a battle sword. Take yesterday's flag capture battle, for instance. The Red Dragon's sword, in terms of material selection and smelting, was clearly superior to the Mammoth's, which is why it could severely damage the Mammoth's sword in just a few exchanges. This damage was a result of direct, hard contact, not something that could be repaired or compensated for with mechanical technology.

In the flag capture battle, the use of materials brought from outside was not allowed; contestants could only use what they found in the junkyard. So, finding another E-class alloy sword was a matter of luck, dependent on whether there was a usable one amidst the junk.

"If we can't find one, there's not much I can do except try to strengthen the mecha in other ways to compensate for the lack of a sword," Thomas said.

LCH nodded vigorously: "Bro Thomas, I believe in you."

Is that so? Then I really can't let you down... Thomas glanced at LCH, then put down his computer and seriously approached the Mammoth. He opened a piece of armor on the leg and reached in, pulling out two cables.

Although he had sufficient knowledge to enhance some mecha weapons through modifications, the improvements were still not on the same level as the "Red Dragon". Thomas realized that not using the resources available in his cube was like having no resources at all.

The mechanical equipment in the cube was clearly a notch above what he had learned in this world, and he had no reason not to use it. This was also a good opportunity to test whether activating the cube really involved getting an electric shock.

As for whether it was inappropriate to do this in front of LCH and Simon... There was no escaping it. The changes brought about by an electric shock to a person couldn't be hidden and would be equally hard to explain later. It was better to be upfront about it.

At that moment, all he needed to do was move his hands forward another ten centimeters to grab the cable connectors, successfully creating a closed circuit and electrifying himself.

"Boss…" Thomas looked at Simon, a smile on his face: "Do you believe I can get a perm in an instant? In less than a minute, I can make my hairstyle look just like LCH's."

Perm? Simon touched his bald head, somewhat puzzled by what Thomas meant.

LCH, however, seemed to realize something. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout a warning.

But it was too late. Before LCH could utter his warning, Thomas had already grabbed the two cables and pressed them against himself.

A true man must be tough on himself!