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Sleep is a wonderful thing. Once upon a time, Lin Yuan believed that one of the greatest pleasures in life was to lie down comfortably and drift off into a deep slumber.
However, ever since awakening as a Mechanical Warrior, that pleasure had quietly vanished without a trace. His Mechanical Body, aside from normal energy consumption and part damage leading to a drop in Health Points, experienced no other form of wear and tear.
This was indeed a sad situation, if Wakayama Yuan had the luxury of time to feel sorrow.
Fortunately, Lin Yuan had always been busy. For the sake of his remaining life, he engaged in extensive work and calculations every moment unless absolutely necessary.
He found himself in a vast garage, or perhaps it could be called a massive Assembly and Repair Center. Thanks to the giant mechanical citizens of Mechanical City, according to its building regulations, any structure meeting the standards must be at least fifty meters tall. Buildings like the Assembly and Repair Center must reach a minimum height of one hundred fifty meters, and for special structures, the height could be increased based on specific circumstances. Therefore, it would not be surprising to see Maintenance Assembly Centers exceeding one thousand meters in height.
The space where Lin Yuan currently stood, while not as grand as the towering Maintenance Assembly Center he had seen in Mechanical City—standing over five hundred meters tall—was still quite impressive. Its overall height reached one hundred eighty meters, stretching endlessly in all directions. Notably, when Lin Yuan referred to seeing no boundaries, he typically meant within a three-kilometer radius.
This was also why high-rise buildings were rare in Mechanical City; basements were even less common. Most structures were single-story "bungalows," with two-story "villas" being quite uncommon due to their extravagant construction plans and exorbitant costs.
It is important to note that whether they were Mechanical Warriors or other races, they were all undeniably violent beings. Who could guarantee that the brothers living above wouldn’t suddenly erupt in chaos and punch through the ceiling or floor?
That would be absurd!
Thus, single-story spaces were ideal. These bungalows were indeed spectacular but also accompanied by chaos and efficiency.
This was not a contradiction but rather an incredible miracle. The Assembly and Maintenance Center appeared chaotic at first glance; nearly all Tanks within g-715 Sub-base, along with mining vehicles, aircraft, and Battle Machines, were parked here haphazardly without any designated parking spots.
Vehicles could quickly drive through the massive entrance and park anywhere they pleased. The Sub-base Central Intelligence would immediately allocate a garage slot, activating a transparent Energy Shield that fully protected the Tank or aircraft or Battle Machine. Subsequently, it was as if an egg encased in a shell was carelessly tossed aside. If someone found it obstructive, they could easily push it aside or give it a kick; the transparent garage would fly away until it was no longer in the way.
Thus, during the parking process of a Tank, it might take less than a day to move from one end of this Assembly and Repair Center to the other or even make several trips back and forth.
When the master needs it, simply entering their Identification Number and Mercenary identity will prompt the Central Intelligence butler to immediately activate the garage program, allowing the vehicle to automatically return to the master within ten seconds.
Thus, one can easily see a transparent garage floating around like a wisp.
In addition to this garage, another function here is assembly and maintenance. Over five hundred mechanical repair arms are hard at work, moving fluidly without any precise targets. As long as something meets the free repair standards, they will start repairing it automatically without hesitation. Of course, if it doesn't meet the repair criteria, they will ignore it. If there are no repair targets, they won't remain idle either; they swirl around like restless spirits at a rapid pace. A person unaware of the situation or someone with a heart condition would surely find this fast-paced spectacle overwhelming.
These five hundred mechanical repair arms are just for free repairs, but that’s only part of it. The real Big Head is still behind, considering how dangerous RZ Planet is and the losses incurred in battles against the Zerg; paid repairs are also necessary.
This paid repair service is equally relentless, with nearly a thousand mechanical repair arms that are of a higher level, equivalent to level 10 Mechanical Assemblers. They are painted in vibrant red and will also automatically lock onto repair targets. After a round of inspections, they generate a repair list detailing damaged Parts, replacement Parts, the repair process, and various discounts. Overall, the costs are about thirty percent lower than those at the Mechanical City’s Assembly and Repair Center. This is one of the strategies used by g-715 Sub-base to attract numerous Mercenary Teams; after all, Mechanical City is vast, and Sub-base knows how many Mercenaries there are. The more Mercenaries attracted here, the more troubles can be resolved.
If having these three functions concentrated in one space is already chaotic enough, it’s time for an even greater surprise. No, that’s still not enough; this place also serves as a residential center. Many Mercenaries have peculiar habits—well, one can’t blame them since their Second Form or third form is often a Tank or an aircraft or a Battle Machine. They can’t just leave their Second Form or third form behind while they go out sightseeing.
So treating this place as a residence makes perfect sense.
Moreover, this area also functions as a Healing Center, an old Part processing center, a Trading Platform, and a Mercenary information task release center among many other things—a complete hodgepodge. To describe it vividly: it's like opening up a desktop computer only to find an array of colorful wires tangled together in chaos—layer upon layer, densely packed in this space. Even worse, these dense wires continuously shift and travel at high speeds of no less than eighty kilometers per hour, creating an atmosphere akin to an impending explosion.
How could anyone not go crazy? It’s inevitable that anyone normal would lose their mind here.
Unfortunately, no one who appears here is normal.
Troll Captain, Lord J, Thomas, Bison, Fat Three—they entered this place and vanished without a trace in an instant without even saying goodbye, leaving Lin Yuan standing alone in a daze.
He spent half an hour sorting through his thoughts before awakening from his stupor and began to cheer internally. Damn it! He could finally study everything about Mechanical Bodies here without any reservations! This was practically Alibaba's treasure trove! And there were no passwords or protective walls—aside from not being able to manually disassemble anything; he could look at whatever he wanted. Moreover, those Repairmen operating the Repair Mechanical Arms were worth learning from—this was truly a significant gain!
If possible, he truly wished to study here until the end of time!
"Ah!"
After a long while, Lin Yuan let out a deep sigh in his heart. Although he wanted to, things were not that simple. Currently, the Troll Captain and his group could only stay here for five days at most before they had to leave. The urgent matter at hand was that he needed to deal with his previous gains.
Due to not meeting the requirements of a Tank owner, Lin Yuan couldn't just summon the Integrated Information Vehicle that contained countless treasures. Even if he found it, he couldn't open that transparent garage. Therefore, he had to find the Troll Captain to obtain the necessary permissions. It was truly frustrating; just moments ago, he had been so dazzled that he hadn't thought of this point, and by the time he remembered, the Troll Captain had already vanished without a trace.
After much effort, Lin Yuan finally located the Troll Captain. In fact, there was a convenient and quick system for finding people here. As long as they were part of the same Mercenary Group or familiar individuals—or even those with permissions—it would be easy to locate them.
Unfortunately, Lin Yuan was currently in the position of an exiled laborer, classified as a prisoner. Furthermore, he wasn't a Mercenary and had no recorded information in the Mercenary System, nor could he qualify as one. Thus, he didn't count as a member of the Troll Mercenary Team. Additionally, being new here, he was miles away from being familiar with those who held permissions.
However, it seemed Lin Yuan had arrived at an inopportune moment; the Troll Captain was embroiled in a heated argument with a group of Mercenaries, clearly escalating tensions.
After listening for a while from the sidelines, Lin Yuan learned that they were arguing over a previous search and rescue mission. Of course, it had nothing to do with ethics; the opposing party merely mocked the Troll Mercenary Team as childish and derided their strength. They even suggested that the Mercenary Association downgrade the Troll Squad's rank from e1 to f1. Although the Troll Captain was cunning, his visibly dire injuries left no room for deception; thus, he appeared quite disheveled and very frustrated.
At that moment, perhaps provoked by their taunts, the Troll Captain angrily shouted, "Kangaroo! Your Kangaroo Team is all trash! If you have guts, let’s settle this in the Fighting Arena! Ten thousand Mechanical Coins—do you dare?"
"Haha! Just ten thousand Mechanical Coins? Is this really the legendary Troll Captain? Such wealth! I'll wager five One Hundred Thousand Mechanical Coins in the Fighting Arena—how about it? If you win, you can take your Mechanical Coins and leave; if you lose, I won’t take your Mechanical Coins but just want that Integrated Information Support Vehicle from Cat's Eye! Let everyone witness this; if you trolls dare not accept this challenge, then your Troll Squad has betrayed Cat's Eye—selling friends for glory! I spit on you! From now on, our Kangaroo Mercenary Team and SY Mercenary Team will be irreconcilable with you! Don’t think I’m threatening you!" (To be continued.)
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