132: Chapter 132 The project will be permanently sealed.

Looking at the dense weapon parameters, Lin Wan looked as if she had been frozen in place.

As a mecha pilot who had piloted the Guardian Type 3, she knew all too well what these numbers meant.

Twin Annihilation-class plasma main guns — active-service mechas were equipped with single-barrel standard types, and their firepower was only one percent of this.

1,200 micro-tracking missiles — active-service mechas could only carry 30 missiles.

A 20-meter-long electromagnetic oscillating combat blade — the close-combat weapon of active-service mechas was only a 3-meter alloy saber.

And that anti-gravity flight System... A speed of 660 kilometers per hour!

What kind of concept was this?

The maximum ground speed of active-service mechas was no more than 50 kilometers per hour!

"This thing..." Lin Wan's voice trembled slightly, her throat feeling as if it were blocked by something, "If this thing is really built..."

She could not go on.

Because that image had already surfaced in her mind:

A 44-meter-tall steel behemoth diving down from an altitude of ten thousand meters, descending like a Heavenly God.

The plasma cannons on its shoulders fired in unison, blue-white beams tearing through the air, and every single shot could instantly vaporize all enemies within a 20-meter radius, leaving not even bone scraps behind.

The missile launchers on its back burst open, and 160 heavy missiles trailing fiery wakes poured down like a rainstorm, plowing deep craters into the earth.

The pulse cannon array on its chest lit up with a dazzling light, and the Zerg within a 300-meter range were torn into a sky full of bloody mist within 3 seconds.

Wielding its combat blades in both hands, the 20-meter-long blade body swept past, every strike cutting down 20 Zerg, and severed limbs and wreckage fell like rain.

This was not a mecha.

This was a mobile artificial natural disaster!

The conference room was terrifyingly quiet.

Zhang Dabiao's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

Tao Zhe stared fixedly at those parameters, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Keep reading."

Su Mingyuan's voice interrupted everyone's shock, and his fingers trembled slightly as he turned to the next page.

Energy Demand:

Requirement: Second-generation ultra-high-density plasma battery (8 tons);

Power Output: Peak output of 48,000 kilowatts (100 times that of active-service mechas);

Energy Consumption: A single fully loaded sortie required energy reserves equivalent to 1,000 active-service mechas.

Remarks: The "Savior" currently cannot be manufactured, and the energy problem cannot be resolved.

Seeing this set of data, the excitement on Lin Wan's face was extinguished as if by a basin of ice water, gradually cooling down.

Her lips moved, her voice carrying bitterness: "It's energy again..."

"With such terrifying firepower, the energy consumption must be an astronomical figure," she muttered to herself, "No wonder it cannot be manufactured."

"If we could have built such a mecha back then."

Her voice began to tremble, her eye sockets turning slightly red:

"Perhaps we wouldn't have lost so miserably."

During The Great Southern Collapse, all 110,000 mechas were wiped out.

326 million civilians failed to evacuate.

If there had been a "Savior" at that time, even just 100 of them!

The war situation might have been completely different.

A peak power output of 48,000 kilowatts!

What kind of concept was this?

The power output of an active-service mecha was only 480 kilowatts.

And the "Savior" was one hundred times that!

Every time the twin plasma main guns fired, the energy consumed was equivalent to an active-service mecha running at full power for one hour.

Swinging the 20-meter-long electromagnetic oscillating combat blade for one hour consumed enough energy for an active-service mecha to fight for a day and a night.

And that anti-gravity flight System...

Just maintaining a 44-meter-tall, 70-ton mecha hovering in the air consumed an astronomical amount of energy every single second.

"Keep reading," Su Mingyuan took a deep breath, his voice somewhat heavy, as if he had already guessed the ending of this mecha.

He continued to turn downward.

The evening of June 15, 2080 - Professor Qian Sen's last words

When I finished listening to all the technical parameters of the "Savior", I stood up excitedly.

"Teacher!" I said, "This design is too perfect! We must report it to the military immediately!"

At that moment, I seemed to see humanity's hope.

As long as this mecha was built, humanity could fight back!

We could retake the lost land!

We could let those deceased compatriots rest in peace!

But Professor Qian Sen merely shook his head.

"Minghua," he said, "burn these blueprints."

I was stunned, thinking I had misheard: "Teacher, what did you say?"

"Burn them," he repeated, his voice very calm, terrifyingly calm, "This design is meaningless."

"How can it be meaningless?!" I almost shouted, "This is humanity's strongest mecha! As long as it is built, we can..."

"It cannot be built," Professor Qian Sen interrupted me.

He pointed to the data on the energy System page, his fingers gently tapping on those numbers.

"You see, a single sortie requires consuming the energy reserves of 1,000 active-service mechas," he said, "Humanity's current energy technology simply cannot support such consumption."

"In that battle of The Great Southern Collapse, 110,000 mechas exhausted all the energy humanity had accumulated over 50 years."

"And for this 'Savior', the consumption of a single sortie is equivalent to the sum of 1,000 mechas."

"Even if one were barely manufactured, after a few sorties, the energy of a small sanctuary would be exhausted."

"By then, not only would the 'Savior' turn into scrap metal, but even the existing defense Systems would shut down due to energy depletion."

"If that happens, humanity will die even faster."

I wanted to refute, wanted to say something.

But the words reached my lips and were swallowed back down.

Because everything Teacher Qian said was the truth.

"If the energy problem cannot be resolved, this mecha will forever remain only on paper," Professor Qian Sen said, a deep exhaustion in his voice, "So, burn it, and don't let it give humanity false hope."

"False hope is more cruel than despair."

That night, I left the laboratory carrying nearly a hundred catties of blueprints.

The blueprints were heavy.

But what was even heavier was my heart.

I walked down the empty corridor, the sound of my footsteps echoing all around.

Every step felt like stepping on cotton, soft and without footing.

Teacher asked me to burn these blueprints.

But my hand holding the match simply couldn't be raised.

This was the culmination of Teacher's life's work.

For five years, he locked himself in the laboratory and never rested.

Countless calculations, countless times overturning and starting over.

Only then did he finally complete this Genius design.

How could this be burned?

The next morning, when I came to the laboratory again, I found that Professor Qian Sen had stopped breathing.

He was slumped over the desk of the drafting table, still holding a pen in his hand.

A blank piece of paper was spread out on the desk, with only three words written on it:

"I'm sorry."

A calm smile hung on his face, as if he had finally unburdened a load of a thousand catties.

It was as if he had finally completed his lifelong mission and could leave in peace.

I did not cry, just stood there quietly, looking at Teacher's final appearance.

After a long while, I turned and left.

Nor did I burn those blueprints.

I knew Teacher asked me to burn them so that humanity wouldn't harbor unrealistic fantasies.

He did it to protect humanity.

But I couldn't do it.

This was the crystallization of Teacher's life's work, the final gift he left to this world.

How could I burn it?

I organized all the blueprints, numbered them, and bound them.

Every page was carefully wiped clean.

Every folded corner was carefully smoothed out.

Then, I delivered them to the archives room.

Archive Number: 0001.

Archive Name: Savior Project.

Remarks: Due to energy technology limitations, this project is permanently sealed and will not be implemented.

When I wrote this line in the remarks column, my hand was trembling.

Every word was like a knife, cutting into my heart.

Record ends.