116: Chapter 117 The Fatal Flaw of Mechs

Lu Chen could already imagine it.

Ordinary people piloting various mecha warriors.

Weaving through the frontlines where monsters and Formal Warriors clashed.

While he, piloting this mecha warrior, hovered before the battlefield.

Shouting loudly.

"All Mecha War Gods, assemble. I am Optimus Prime. Either fight with me, or fight against me. Attack!"

Just thinking about it was thrilling.

It seemed he should learn to manufacture mecha warriors and train everyone to pilot them.

This way.

He could organize a mecha army.

Heading toward the Universe.

Thinking of that image.

A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Moreover.

Understanding exactly how this thing was made.

Would also benefit his Cultivation.

He could use the Power of Earth, which could construct all things, to create and verify it.

To see if a mecha created purely by an Elemental Skill would have an enhancement effect on himself.

Furthermore, he had to study biology.

So he could build specific mechas for unawakened combat personnel.

An army of warriors and an army piloted by unawakened combat personnel.

Standing tall on the battlefield.

The thought alone made his blood boil.

The towering mecha warrior descended from the sky.

Landing steadily on the reinforced platform outside the Scientific Research Headquarters.

The shimmering armor was still stained with the red blood sprayed from the killed pangolin monster.

The moment the cockpit opened with a creak.

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the area.

A crowd gathered around.

There were scientists in white coats, fully armed guards, and curious civilians.

They all came to witness the legendary pilot of the mecha warrior.

Drones circled overhead.

Recording this historic moment.

Transmitting it in real-time to every corner of the city.

Lu Chen was the first to step out.

His expression was as calm and composed as ever.

Luo Nianwei followed behind him.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the adrenaline rush.

Chief Researcher Dr. Wei Qi hurriedly stepped forward.

Saying with a face full of smiles.

"Young Master Lu Chen," he began, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "it's... incredible. We never imagined a mecha warrior could display such agility and power. You have proven the future of this project."

Another scientist eagerly chimed in.

"The data recorded this time will accelerate our research by seven or eight years. Moreover, your actions today will inspire countless people to join this research."

Lu Jianmeng stood not far from him.

With his hands behind his back.

He smiled slightly.

"You brat, you've certainly caused quite a stir. You're the focus of attention wherever you go."

Lu Chen nodded and smiled in response.

Glancing at the scientific team gathered around him.

Then he looked back at the giant mecha he had piloted so effortlessly.

After a moment of thought.

He said concisely.

"I want to learn about this field."

Dr. Wei Qi blinked.

His expression was somewhat dazed.

"Learn about this field?"

Lu Chen pointed at the mecha.

"Everything about this. Its internal Systems, construction techniques, manufacturing processes, neural link technology—everything."

As his voice fell.

The air grew silent.

A strange atmosphere seemed to permeate the surroundings.

Afterwards.

Dr. Wei Qi seemed to remember something.

He quickly nodded.

"Of course. The Alliance has ordered that all resources be open to you, and you enjoy priority in all matters. Sharing our data is not a problem, especially since the Torch is still in the Early Stage of development. If you want to learn, it shouldn't be too difficult."

The other scientists nodded in agreement.

Some breathed a sigh of relief.

While others showed curiosity in their eyes.

"We will prepare all schematics, experimental manuals, and research data."

Dr. Wei Qi said.

"If you have any specific questions, we will answer them without reservation."

Lu Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't explain further.

His attitude was sincere, not just driven by idle curiosity.

If he could develop a mecha that civilians could easily pilot without the risk of mental breakdown,

Then it might reshape the future of humanity.

Later that afternoon.

Lu Chen returned to the Lu Family Manor.

He found Lu Daohong in the study.

Surrounded by holographic projection reports.

When he looked up.

Lu Daohong let out a breath.

"I saw today's live broadcast," he said. "You did well. If ordinary people can use mechas like that, it could really change the game in the Wasteland."

Lu Chen nodded.

Getting straight to the point without hesitation.

"Great-Grandfather, I want you to build a personal scientific research lab for me."

Lu Daohong almost dropped the light-computer in his hand.

"A scientific research lab?"

"Yes," Lu Chen said solemnly. "It needs to be fully equipped with everything required for mecha research, biology, and genetic research. I also want you to assign some researchers to me."

For a moment.

Lu Daohong just stared at him.

Staring blankly for quite a while.

He never expected such a request from his great-grandson.

Lu Chen had always performed like a monster in his cultivation.

But now he wanted to enter a field where human scientists had researched for decades without much success.

But then, Lu Daohong's expression softened.

"Alright," Lu Daohong sighed. "This is relatively easy. You'll have your personal research lab in two days. I'll order the Materials and gather the personnel now."

Lu Chen nodded with satisfaction.

Without saying anything more.

He turned and left the study.

Lu Daohong watched his departing back.

A look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

What was this youth planning now?

He thought helplessly.

And... his cultivation speed was so fast,

He couldn't even nag him about being diligent.

Or if he was lacking in anything.

That night.

The Alliance Scientific Research Headquarters delivered a large number of data storage devices, as well as various schematics and thick printed experimental manuals.

Lu Chen methodically stacked them in his training room.

Without wasting a minute.

He sat cross-legged amidst the stacks of manuals.

And began to read.