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The combat power was as useless as a piece of scrap, with a mere F5 level. What purpose could a Mechanical Warrior like this serve? It wasn't even qualified to be cannon fodder.
Perhaps the only commendable aspect of this Electrician was his ability to quickly lock onto the source of signals.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Yuan said, "Show me your specific attributes."
The Electrician was quick to comply, without hesitation. With a swift motion, a list was transmitted over. Lin Yuan glanced through it and was somewhat surprised, as this fellow resembled a humanoid Radar.
All his combat abilities, defensive capabilities, and mobility were maintained at the state they were in when he first awakened. The integration between Intellect and Mechanical Body was merely 9%, with an Intelligence Level of 1. He possessed only one skill: Signal Tracking. Within a radius of three hundred meters, no Radar signal, electronic signal, energy signal, or even the slightest rustle of wind could escape his detection. Even a qualified Shadow Stalker had a certain chance of being detected by him.
Although this skill was only at the second level, it was already quite impressive in Lin Yuan's eyes. He had previously faced off against Sour Thorn, a qualified Shadow Stalker, and knew how troublesome that profession could be. The fact that this F5 level Mechanical Warrior possessed a countering skill made him feel incredibly fortunate.
"Very well, you are hired! You can pack up and report within three days," Lin Yuan stated without hesitation.
"Oh! Thank you, Mechanical Goddess, Captain Shuangmu Lin. You are truly a magnanimous and discerning gentleman! I have nothing to pack; I can report right now!" the Electrician exclaimed excitedly, but Lin Yuan sensed something was off.
"What? What do you mean by Mechanical Goddess? Gentleman? What’s that about? Are there women in Mechanical Life?"
"Uh, cough! Captain, you can't just say that!" The Electrician seemed startled and quickly replied, "In our Mechanical Life, there are only warriors; therefore, there are naturally no women. However, there are goddesses. It is said that at the very top of Mechanical City, there are guardians who maintain order, punishers who deal with traitors and unknown dangers, arbiters who make judgments, and overseers who manage the overall situation and strategize. These four existences are the four pillars of Mechanical City. The weakest among them is at least A7 level; they are often S-Class or even SS Rank in strength. Among these four pillars, both the guardians and the punishers are considered goddesses—at least that's what everyone says. However, in official communications, there has never been a mention of these four pillars. So this matter should be spoken of cautiously; it has nothing to do with us. Even if we live for tens of thousands of years, it remains so! But we can regard them as deities—a race of Intelligent Life. Without their own beliefs and deities, how can one claim to be an Intelligent Life? Our miners and mercenaries worship the Mechanical Goddess!"
"Interesting!" Lin Yuan sighed softly. Although what the miner said was merely hearsay, it certainly held some truth. He didn't believe that such a vast empire as Mechanical City would lack those powerful beings hidden behind the scenes: guardians, punishers, arbiters, overseers—such grand titles! What he hadn’t anticipated was that there were indeed women in Mechanical Life. No, not just women—goddesses!
"Alright, go report to the convoy; you are temporarily allowed to board the Thirteenth Tank!" Lin Yuan instructed Claire, sending the Electrician on his way.
As he watched the figure of the Electrician disappear into the crowd of revelers, Lin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle oddly to himself.
Next, without even glancing back, Lin Yuan recruited ten more miners in one go. Since he already had one, he didn’t mind adding another ten. He sent all these newly recruited folks to Claire, cramming them into Assault Tank No. 13.
After that, Lin Yuan began to stroll leisurely around. This time, he noticed that many miners were seriously setting up stalls on the ground, and their business was booming. Surprisingly, most of the items they were selling were not trash; they were primarily Byproduct Ore from rz Crystal.
This piqued Lin Yuan's curiosity. The rz mine was quite impressive, and he knew that the Executive Sea Eel of g-715 Sub-base would never allow miners to extract Byproduct Ore privately.
Spotting a miner casually setting up a stall with a large bag on his back, Lin Yuan couldn’t resist approaching him for a chat.
“Hey! Brother, are you a new Mercenary? You must have just come from another Sub-base, right?” The miner was a silicon-based being, likely of the same ethnicity as Fat Three. As he busied himself, he chuckled and said, “rz Crystal is very valuable and has great profit margins. Although Lord Eel is brutal, he isn’t overly greedy. So here at the mine, there are clear regulations: all Byproduct Ore belongs to the miners, but no one is allowed to pilfer from the rz mine; otherwise, it’s death without mercy! This is actually a smart measure. We miners have no interest in and dare not covet the RZ Crystal Mine, but those Byproduct Ores are still quite valuable. Just for this reason alone, we work hard to mine them. As long as you’re not too lazy, you can earn one or two million Mechanical Coins each Mechanical Year just from mining Byproduct Ore—much better than being a Mercenary!”
“With so many Mechanical Coins, we can craft better equipment for ourselves and buy more Living Cell Modification Points to become stronger. My plan is to wait until I reach e1 level before becoming a Mercenary. That way, even if I’m treated as cannon fodder or a front-line soldier, I’ll have a chance to survive. You must understand the hardships involved! But looking at your gear, you seem to be doing quite well! How about buying some Byproduct Ore? I’ll give you an 80% discount. The rz mine is one of the best materials for enhancing Mechanical Bodies; we can’t get it, but Byproduct Ore isn’t bad either! The Byproduct Ore I have here has been accumulated over the past six months—nineteen types in total. You’re really lucky!”
Listening to the Fat Three's ethnic chatter with spittle flying everywhere, Lin Yuan felt a stir in his heart. He glanced around and sat down with a slight smile. “Hearing you talk is truly refreshing. I became a Mercenary when I was at f5 level; it really was a matter of life and death. Your mine seems much better; if it were me, I would definitely wait until reaching e1 level before coming out—at least get better gear first. However, our Mercenary Group just received 78 job applications; most of those applying are f5 level or weak f6 level Mercenaries who don’t seem to value their lives at all. There’s one guy called Electrician who looks so weak that even a gust of wind could knock him over; he must be incredibly lazy.”
“That’s impossible! There aren’t any fools like that in our mine. Many Mercenary Groups prefer to hire a large number of cannon fodder and front-line soldiers cheaply; if one out of fifty survives in battle, that’s already good enough! Over time, who would still be that foolish? Seventy-eight job applications? What a joke! Have you seen these Mercenary Groups? One reason they frequently visit here is because we sell good Byproduct Ore; another reason is that the Mercenaries we recruit are of high quality. Do you understand? Just one of them can match half of a proper Mercenary.”
The Fat Three's ethnic chatter continued unabated while Lin Yuan found himself increasingly amused by the situation—it was getting more interesting! He decided to shift topics and began asking about these RZ Accompanying Ores.
To his surprise, after hearing the introduction from the Three Chubby Ethnic Group, Lin Yuan was genuinely astonished. No wonder it was so lively here; these Byproduct Ores were indeed valuable!
For instance, there were fire-resistant Byproduct Ores, corrosion-resistant Byproduct Ores, and those that provided slight enhancements in strength and toughness—all could be refined to strengthen Mechanical Bodies or used to forge weapons.
There was only one issue: the content was too low. A fist-sized raw ore required at least 100 units of energy to refine about 1 gram of pure Byproduct Ore. No wonder that Sea Eel gave up on these Byproduct Ores; the profit simply wasn't worth it.
However, for an ordinary Mercenary, this was quite good. If one could refine around fifty grams of Mixed Accompanying Ore and enhance it onto a Mechanical Body, it would easily raise the Enhancement Level a bit.
"What’s the price?" Lin Yuan asked, intrigued.
"Hehe! I have a large quantity of high-quality Byproduct Ore here, so I don’t accept Mechanical Coins. I only trade for items. If you can get me a set of Fangyi-800 type finger claws, whether new or second-hand, all this Byproduct Ore will be yours!" The Three Chubby Ethnic Group looked at Lin Yuan provocatively, clearly believing that Lin Yuan might not be able to accept the deal. After all, a suitable Fangyi-800 type finger claw had a retail price of 100,000 Mechanical Coins in the trading center, and even second-hand ones were worth at least 10,000 Mechanical Coins.
"Fangyi-800 type finger claws?" Lin Yuan was taken aback but then smiled happily.
"Hey! Brother, smiling won’t help. My goal is to conquer the starry sea, so everything I do is aimed at enhancing my own strength. Mechanical Coins are useless to me. If you can’t get that Fangyi-800, don’t expect to bargain; we Swamp People aren’t afraid of threats!" The Three Chubby Ethnic Group grinned widely and reiterated.
"Alright! So the Fangyi-800 type finger claws can be either new or used, right? Great! I’ll make this deal; just wait!" Lin Yuan chuckled. He understood that this item was designed for close combat or specifically developed for Swamp People and similar classes like Berserkers. The Blade Wing Tiger could vary in size from as large as a water tank to as small as a cup that fit on a fingertip, featuring three protrusions resembling wings on its surface. In any case, its lethality was significant; by Fat Three's standards, in a berserk state, one punch could smash a hole in an Assault Tank. (To be continued.)
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