Mystical Journey

"The Bright Queen, Jisaiya, was one of those rare fighters who was known for having a thousand faces. She could accurately recreate the abilities of powerful pilots who she had fought before, or who had taught her in the best styles. This included mimicking their styles, personalities, and some of their special skills. Looking at it now, it seems that Baylon has truly entered our ranks. It's just that..." Red Moon sighed.

"It's just what? That's a very powerful ability, if I had that too, wouldn't I become a powerhouse in a heartbeat!?" Clint was extremely relieved.

"It's just that when using this training method, the Willpower produced should ideally be mimicking a pilot who is powerful enough. The first person she mimics is especially important, this will drastically influence the main fighting style that she decides on in the future. I thought she picked that Red-White fella at first. But to think she actually chose..."

"Who?"

"Her brother, Nonosiva Lin."

"Isn't that very strong?"

"Yes, but the opponent is no normal pilot... They're at least around Level Three, and Nonosiva is probably only at Level Three or Four right now. The mimicking level can only reach less than a third of the target at most, so against this opponent... her chances are slim." And, after this...It did not continue about the future, as the opponents grow stronger from now on, then her first target for mimicry might...

Whoosh!!

The pitch-black glint of a sword lit up instantly. It drew their attention completely.

In the distance, Baylon was engaged in battle with the Red-White small fry, and that strange sword glint kept twinkling. Just then, Baylon's figure actually began to merge with Nono's Mech that Clint encountered that day.

Agile, dodging, but when she attacked, she gathered up all her power. That fierce decisiveness was not something Baylon, who was on the battlefield for the first time, could do.

Clang! The Mech's four arms crossed, and Baylon was forced back several steps by the powerful Willpower. In a pure contest of Willpowers, she was far weaker than the enemy.

"Retreating... is also for a better... attack!!!" Cruel brutality flashed past Baylon's eyes. Her entire Willpower somehow rose by a whole level.

In an instant, the blade in her hand shook hard, and a wisp of sharp Willpower darted into it. The blade twinkled out like an illusion, and then shot out explosively, vanishing into the air.

Boom!!

In an instant, a large chunk of the Red-White Mech's right arm exploded suddenly, and burst into bright red flames.

"You...!!!" Inside Red-White, that woman wanted to say something, her voice mixed with shock, surprise, fear, and... pain. But she could not say it.

With a barroom, the Red-White Mech suddenly exploded. The Mech itself scattered into countless components, shooting out everywhere.

And Baylon's Mech just stood there quietly, the era of a grandmaster slowly emanating from her. That aura was extremely familiar to Clint, it reminded him, despite himself, of that terrifying Mech that stood up slowly in the darkness back there.

"Well, f*ck me, that was fast!! This... is this a level-up when approaching battle??!!" Red Moon was a complete mess, having seen that scene. "Ain't that my f*cking specialty?!"

"Level-up?" It was Clint's first time seeing Baylon control a Mech too, he did not think their battle results would be so incomparable!!

"The reason she could win was mostly because of that last hit, Baylon reached Level Two Willpower. The strength of the Bright Queen Training Method lies in the mimicking, in the healing, but the key thing is that every level can increase the Mech's speed and penetration power by two levels. In other words, at Level Two Willpower, Lonnie can increase to the speed and penetration power of a Level Four pilot using a regular training method. Add that to her mimicking a powerhouse pilot's fighting style, and she just happens to be the weak point of any high-defense Mech! Once she reaches Level Two of the Bright Queen Training Method, even a regular Level Four pilot is no match for her, what progress speed..."

Red Moon explained solemnly.

"I just didn't think that she could level up in her first battle. But after preparing for so long, it is about time for her. She was just one step faster than you. But even if she did level up, that opponent was no regular pilot, right...? How could she, so easily..."

Clint smiled bitterly. Even Lonnie could finish off that opponent, but last time he had been chased like a dead stray, and was nearly finished off.

"Don't be dejected, look at what kind of opponents you faced back then! With your standards, being able to run away is already beyond your level, you're definitely stronger than Lonnie!" Red Moon comforted him.

"No one comforts people like that, you know?" Clint was flabbergasted.

After teasing Clint for a bit, Red Moon recovered too, and kept feeling that something was off. That aura that Lonnie was emitting during her mimicry, there seemed to be something slightly wrong about it. He kept feeling as though he had seen it before... But where??

After all, even if she leveled up to Level Two, she shouldn't be able to finish the opponent off so quickly, right? That was a Level Three Red-White pilot!

Red Moon was just going to say something, when it seemed to realize something.

"F*ck me! Isn't that the Willpower Field that only Level Five powerhouses have!!!"

Boom!

Just then, amidst the bright red firelight, Baylon's Mech suddenly fell on its back into the ground, motionless. Intense sparks and holes suddenly appeared on the Mech. Evidently, after the split-second explosion just now, the whole Mech was completely useless now.

"Damn! The pilot she mimicked was too strong!! Get Lonnie out now, you need to find a place for her to heal!" Seeing that, Red Moon hurriedly yelled out orders. "Mimicking takes a lot of spirit and energy every time, to mimic a Level Five powerhouse at Lonnie's level is basically wasting her life force! Take her away now!!"

Clint's expression changed, and he hesitated no more. Rushing up quickly, he used his enormous strength to force the cockpit door open, lifting the unconscious Baylon out from inside.

The two of them quickly kept their Mechs and some of the bits left over from Red-White, and ran into the distance.

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Flying Batoid City

Garen, who was sitting cross-legged quietly on the luxurious bed, opened his eyes suddenly.

"Hm?" He seemed to have sensed some wisp of mysterious energy just now, but the moment it touched him, it vanished instantly. Those wisps of energy seemed to bring him a slightly familiar feeling.

"What... was that?" He looked around him.

Inside the fancy and luxurious room, there were many naked female bodies that were held up by metal hooks in their chins. These female corpses were all sealed in something that looked like a glass cylinder, standing there quietly all around the room like decorative pieces.

The female corpses came in a variety of shapes and sizes, but they had one thing in common. They were all extremely beautiful – innocent, seductive, adorable, knowledgeable. There were eight corpse pillars in total, revealing that naked sense of sex and violence.

Little Bitch was cowering in the inner side of the bed, leaning against the wall as she shook. She was completely naked from head to toe, and her body showed every sign that Garen had enjoyed her completely.

Garen, on the other hand, stayed between her and the corpse pillars, quietly adjusting his body's condition. It had been such a long time since he let loose like that, so he considered it one of his rare breaks to completely relax his tense nerves.

Thinking back to that scent he picked up for just a second there, Garen still did not know where it came from, so he could only commit it to memory, waiting for a chance to catch the target again the next time it showed up.

Standing up, Garen walked out of the room, and behind him, Little Bitch hurriedly got up as well. Her body was covered in bruises from being squeezed and pinched too much, her long hair falling loose, and she wore nothing but a clean white bathrobe. She did not want to stay in the room for even a second, but if Garen did not ask to change it, she did not dare to say anything extra either, so she just had to tolerate it quietly.

There was a fully-automated machine in the room that could turn a living person into a corpse pillar, and that constantly filled her with intense terror.

The two of them left the room one after the other, and saw a beautiful, intricate little garden outside.

The red, yellow and pink flowers blossomed in bunches, with a hidden little grey-white path between them.

Some pots were suspended, some climbed up the grapevine racks, and there were even some benches and small tables placed among the green branches and leaves for leisure purposes. There were already intricate sweet drinks on the tables.

Garen looked down the grey-white path, and saw Vendant, the person who had welcomed them yesterday, standing at the door at the end of the path.

He bowed, and spoke respectfully.

"The manpower you requested is ready, and can leave at any moment."

"Very good. As a reward, if you can find the people I'm looking for, then when I return I will give you sufficient compensation." Garen nodded, he planned from the very start to borrow their strength in the radiation belt to look for Baylon, Red Moon, and the others.

"We are honored to serve you, but recently the White Light Organization's Mechs are starting to patrol all around the radiation belt, so our territory has been drastically reduced..." Vendant said simply.

"Just try your best." Garen frowned. Lifting his hand to check Anda's message, he learned that everyone was going to depart soon, they had gotten enough batteries. "When we return, we will also pass through here for supplies, so I hope you won't disappoint me."

"If we find the targets, my lord, could we possibly change the compensation we receive in return?" asked Vendant, very respectfully.

"Speak."

"We hope to obtain relevant techniques regarding Nutrient Repair Troughs."

"Repair Troughs? Aren't those just simple Maintenance Stations?" Garen was speechless. That was severely outdated technology in the Regions, these people's level of technology was probably the result of researching broken Mechs that were tossed away and eliminated many years ago. To think that after so long, nobody from the Regions ever gave them the newest technology...

As though sensing Garen's confusion and contempt, Vendant explained with a bitter smile.

"Regarding the latest technology, because we don't have enough alloys and raw material, there's no point even if we obtain it. Our only way is to trade for the technology we can use. There's no helping it."

"I see, I'll obtain it for you when we get back." Garen nodded nonchalantly, these techniques were sold for ten Universal Units in the Inner Courtyard, even if he gave them for free, he would not want to waste the space.

There were probably too few pilots who came out of the Regions, and even fewer who acted independently like this. Even if there were any, the chances that they would just happen to arrive at Flying Batoid City were even lower. That was why there were situations like these.

"Thank you for your generosity, is there anything else you need, my lord?" Vendant asked respectfully, his head lowered.

"This woman..." Garen looked around at Little Bitch behind him. It was her first time, and she offered it to him, plus her personality did not seem so twisted, so he could put some time into her.

"She is already your private property, sir," continued Vendant hurriedly.

"Mn, give her a job, I'll come check on her now and then." Garen nodded. He wanted to set up a source of intel here in the radiation belt too. The environment here was cruel, but there was still a lot he could make use of here.

To outsiders, this place was extremely dangerous as they could get the radiation disease if they were not careful, so they would avoid this place whenever possible. But to him, such low levels of radiation was nothing.

"That is perfectly fine."

"Let's go! Garen!"

Anda's voice came from the watch.

Garen checked his watch, it was around ten in the morning.

"I'm coming now."

"Next stop, the War Wastes."

"Got it."

After arranging everything, Garen hurried towards the place where the Mechs were parked.