34: Chapter 34 Chen Mo's Glory, Yang Gao's Power Armor.

Chen Mo felt darkness wash over his vision. When he opened his eyes again, a wave of intense dizziness struck him, making him feel so nauseous he wanted to retch—he realized he was surrounded by players, packed in tightly.

"W-what are you all doing?"

Li Pu thumped Chen Mo's chest excitedly, his tone brimming with agitation. "Old Chen, that move you just pulled was absolutely badass!"

"Brother Chen, you have no idea how cool that was!"

"I think Brother Chen was like a knight in the sunset back there!"

Hearing these words, even with his thick skin, Chen Mo couldn't help but blush, looking a bit awkward. Li Pu leaned in, throwing an arm around Chen Mo's shoulder with a dashing air. "Old Chen, why are you acting all shy like a little girl?"

As soon as these words were out, they immediately triggered a burst of raucous laughter from the players.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yang Gao stared at the "6%" on the system interface, his heart filled with wild joy. "It's finally reached 6%, damn it! System, are there any rewards?"

"Ding! Calculating."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a complete set of Power Armor. It has been stored in the system inventory."

Yang Gao couldn't hide his ecstasy, dancing with excitement. But the next second, he suddenly thought of a fatal problem, and his face instantly fell. "Damn it, I'm not an Astartes! Don't let me get crushed to death by the Power Armor before I even put it on!"

"System, I'm not a superhuman like an Astartes! Are you trying to get me killed on purpose?"

"Ding! Why does the host not ask the system what model of Power Armor this is?"

"Then what kind is it? Could it be the smaller Power Armor used by an Inquisitor or an Astra Militarum Political Commissar?"

"Ding! It is the 'Mark VIII 'Redeemer' pattern' Power Armor commonly used by the Astartes."

Yang Gao stared fixedly at the system panel. He didn't know if it was an illusion or what, but he felt like the system was snickering in schadenfreude.

"System! I'm going to [expletive] you! You're just going to fob me off with this stuff? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The only response he got was the system's calm, stagnant light-blue panel, with cold notifications pulsing: "Power Armor has been deposited into the system inventory. Please check it."

Yang Gao: "..."

He let out a long sigh, comforting himself: "Sigh, forget it, forget it. At least I can touch it. In the past, I could at most touch a model, but now I can touch the real thing. What more could I ask for?"

"System, take the Power Armor out."

"Ding! Please select the Legion color."

"Red."

"Ding! Extracting... Extraction complete."

A temporal vortex suddenly appeared in front of Yang Gao, slowly spitting out a set of Power Armor—this Power Armor was not only red, but had also been slightly decorated in appearance according to Yang Gao's request.

With a "bang," the Power Armor slammed heavily onto the ground, creating an indentation.

Seeing the thing he had dreamed of day and night in his past life truly appear before his eyes, Yang Gao couldn't help but reach out, stroking that powerful-looking breastplate. Only one thought remained in his mind: "One word: cool! Today is just too damn cool!"

But the joy didn't last long before he remembered he couldn't wear it at all, and he couldn't help but sigh. "Sigh, this thing is great in every way, except that I can't wear it. The thing the system rewarded me with, I actually can't use..." Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly again.

"Damn system, you just wait. Sooner or later, I'll make you see what it means for the tables to turn!"