<h4>Chapter 24: Chapter 24: The First Generation Machine of Body Coordination</h4>


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    "Would you like to attempt body synchronization operation?" Mu Fan was ready to give up resistance, when suddenly he heard an electronic prompt sound in the cockpit.


    "Hmm?"


    "Would you like to attempt body synchronization operation?" The voice confirmed again, and Mu Fan was sure that he hadn''t misheard this time. However, why did it sound somewhat familiar, just like, just like the sound when entering a game.


    ck!!


    "ck Egg! Is that you!" Mu Fan''s eyes widened. He was certain that it was ck. Ever since he came in, he felt that this game was filled with weirdness.


    "Please call me Lord ck. Lord Egg is you." The white sphere codenamed "ck" floated next to Mu Fan, with two eyes appearing on it, smiling so much that they squinted, looking rather cheeky. It was the same sphere, but Mu Fan clearly felt that ck''s emotional simtion was almost real now. He could even hear that cheeky tone in its voice.


    "Stop talking nonsense, we''ll askter. What do we do now? I don''t want to die standing on my first battle." Mu Fan had many questions to ask, such as why his novice training camp didn''t teach about the Mecha Department. But now was clearly not the time for reminiscing. The two mechas opposite were getting closer, probably thinking he didn''t have any long-range weapons and intending to get closer to observe and then finish him.


    ck''s eyes squinted again, and this time a curve appeared on the white sphere, representing a mouth. It was clearlyughing.


    "Transformation begins," ck gently said the four words.


    The cockpitpressed further, the seat retracted, and Mu Fan went from sitting to standing. Several ck metallic tubes finger-width thick shot out from around the cockpit dancing around, their tips ended with thin needles as long as thumbs.


    "It might hurt a bit." ck flew around Mu Fan and cheekily said.


    "Stop the nonsense! I don''t want to die standing!" Mu Fan snorted heavily, his eyes starting to show a hint of red.


    ck''s eyes turned from one into O, "Synchronization begins! From now on, you are the mecha!"


    Mu Fan''s eyes showed a fierceness unlike before. "Hiss!" The ck tubes dancing around suddenly stopped, the needle tips aimed at the back of Mu Fan''s head, spine, waist, arms, thighs, and calves, then pierced in all at once.


    "Ah!" Mu Fan closed his eyes, and instantly his body felt as if a thousand catties were pressing down on him. His consciousness was no longer in the cockpit but spread out as if he were in the Chaotic Stone Zone. He couldn''t see himself being brought to the center of the cockpit by the ck tubes, then lifted entirely off the floor hanging inside the cockpit.


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    "The Fighter from the training camp has his own decision. Since there was no mecha training, let''s make up for it here. This time let you experience the body synchronization, to awaken yourbat instincts, Mu Fan!" ck quietly floated by, its eyes shrank into two small dots, staring at the dangling Mu Fan.


    "Don''t disappoint me. I will apany you to break out of Loga Star, to fight in this vast Gxy. Let you and I be engraved on the monumental history of humanity in this universe together!" Mu Fan didn''t know what ck had been doing during its disappearance, but ck''s emotional generation had far exceeded his imagination. As if hearing ck''s quiet words, the suspended Mu Fan''s right fist lifted and clenched tightly.


    85% sensation simtion, Mu Fan was not Mu Fan, he was EH01, +1%, pain sensation locked at 100%—after body synchronization, any damage to the mecha would be converted entirely into pain synchronized to Mu Fan''s body.


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    "Is that guy a novice?"


    "Should be, right?"


    The two dark yellow mechas carefully walking towards Mu Fanmunicated in the team channel. They hadn''t seen this mecha before. Having fought from Level 1 to Level 5 rooms and back to practice basics over two years, they had seen all sorts of mechas. Not seeing a Fantasy Mecha was fine, but the one in front was clearly a Realistic Mecha. Who was joking with this modified textbook old antique shape?


    Both chose raiders, mechas of the same era as raiders, but theirs removed rear and leg armor, reinforced long-range attacks, and improved agility ordingly.


    "Forget it, let''s take him out." The mech on the left suddenly felt uninterested. This mecha was obviously a novice. Even masters showing off had a limit—standing like this, who were they trying to scare?


    "Yeah, acting all mysterious." When the mech on the right replied, it pulled out a lightweight metal de and shed horizontally towards the waist of the white skeleton.


    Suddenly, they saw the mecha in front of them move.


    The three-fingered mechanical hand brought the arm up gently, then clenched.


    It was toote! The yer in the right mech''s cockpit smiled grimly, thinking the skeleton would get cut in half in a second.


    Unexpectedly, a new scene unfolded. The first-generation humanoid machine fell straight backward, with the raised right arm suddenly striking down to halt the mech''s descent momentum.


    The pilot couldn''t have expected a simple horizontal sh would elicit such a reaction from the opposing mecha.


    This guy was ying the fool!


    Hmph, kill!


    The right hand quickly tapped the console, while the left hand instantly switched control levers.


    The raider''s internal hydraulic bearings instantly bore the weight, forcibly altering the arm''s route, changing the mecha''s chopping action from a horizontal sh to an oblique chop.


    Simultaneously, the humanoid machine''s right arm punched the ground, and its alloy leg—like a skeletal leg—kicked up, preemptively striking the raider''s sword-wielding right arm.


    "Beep, right arm damaged 15%, braking power reduced. Weapon unusable."


    The raider''s pilot sucked in a cold breath, realizing he was up against a master.


    This series of actions took ce in the blink of an eye, and the raider on the left was just beginning to react.


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    Mu Fan''s awareness stabilized, and he felt dangering—a metal de shing in his view. Instinctively, he made an evasive move, wanting to jump and kick the opponent''s chest hard.


    However, when he exerted force, he felt his body couldn''t keep up with his thoughts, realizing now he represented the mech.


    Is this what body-synchronized mech piloting is? This feeling was amazing, not having to deal with that abnormal console, though his body felt like a thousand catties burden, making even simple evasive actions heavy and slow.


    Mu Fan didn''t know ck''s red gaze shing over his suspended body.


    Is this mechbat? The feeling of dancing on the edge of life and death...so exhrating!!!


    With just a thought, Mu Fan adjusted based on his previous reaction, his left leg springing out—if it hit, great; if not, he could use the inertia to roll sideways.


    He gambled right! Or rather, hisbat instinct gave him the most urate judgment.


    His right foot kicked away the metal de shed by the opponent''s right hand.


    In a near-perfect yet slightly clumsy twist, the white skeleton flipped 180 degrees, the right leg back, left leg kneeling on one knee, left arm drawing the samurai sword from his back using three fingers held reverse, the mech''s head raised gazing forward.


    The roles flipped! This amusing First Generation Machine now resembled a predator before pouncing, crouched, gathering strength!


    The two raiders took their positions seriously in the face of danger!


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    (ps: Thanks to book friend Ten Billion_Light Years for the 588 reward, and book friend Poetically Artistic, Ren Xiaowei for your generous reward!!


    Shopping really is tiring, came back to write until after nine o''clock, falling asleep instantly.)


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