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The Lunar Colony Ground Command enter was bustling.
Today was a historic day. The nuclear fusion generator placed on the surface of the Moon would officially be powered on. It not only meant that the shortage of electricity in the Lunar Colony would no longer be a problem, it also signaled that the excess power could be sent to Celestial City through long-distance power transmission and then to Earth.
"Ready?"
"Of course."
"Let's get started." Jiang Chen nodded and gestured to Kelvin that he could start.
The entire command center was like clockwork. Everyone all put ten times and twenty times their usual effort and fought in their positions. The parameters on the big screen in the center were flashing, and the nuclear fusion generator a few hundred thousand kilometers away was monitored here.
"The magnetic confinement device has been activated and helium-3 fuel has been loaded into the reaction chamber!"
"The magnetic confinement device is operating normally."
"The super fluid thermal cycler is activated... operation is stable."
"Deuterium fuel is loaded!"
"..."
"Ignition!"
All the lights turned green, and Kevlin immediately pressed the red button. In the holographic screen, the progress bars were instantaneously filled, and the power output instantly reached an astounding 5,000MW. In the spherical reaction chamber dozens of kilometers away, the magnetic confinement device already turned into a blinding ball of light, and its internal reaction temperature reached an extraordinary ten million degrees!
It was no exaggeration to say it was a small Sun.
If the violently reacting atoms broke through the magnetic confinement, its power would be no less than the detonation of a million TNT-equivalent hydrogen bombs. If it were placed on the Earth, it would be enough to erase a metropolitan from the map.
However, everyone had full confidence in the device.
As early as the completion of Penglai City, Celestial Trade already secretly put the nuclear fusion generator into operation. It was also not their first time initializing a nuclear fusion generator set, the difference was that the nuclear fusion generator was manufactured by Future Heavy Industries and located hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
5,000MW was far from the limit of this nuclear fusion generator set. As the fuel tank continued to be filled, the output power of the electric energy climbed higher. The reaction temperature also exceeded 15 million degrees, and after a slight fall, it stabilized at 14 million degrees.
Kevlin sighed in relief and a smile finally landed on his face. He picked up the intercom on his shoulder and announced to everyone.
"No. 01 nuclear fusion generator is successfully in operation!"
There was a burst of cheers in the command center, and the staff members walked down from their positions, cheering and celebrating.
Jiang Chen was also delighted.
Unlike most nuclear power plants, Celestial Trade abandoned the inefficient steam turbine power generation design after absorbing the apocyalpse's technology. Now, they used a more advanced thermal ion reactor.
To put it simply, the cathode and anode poles were connected by wires, the cathode was heated to release the electron beam, and the anode absorbed electrons to form a circulating circuit. However, the whole set of equipment was certainly not as simple as its description. Just like a simple nuclear power station generated electricity by boiling water, the technical expertise involved was far more than just boiling water.
How to solve the power generation limitation, how to recycle the heat absorbed by the anode and use for power generation... These were the problems that needed to be solved by the modern world. If the world didn't go on a tangent, then in another thirty to fifty years, controlled nuclear fusion technology would also be born here, and most would still be using steam turbines to generate electricity. Just because neutrons could easily be absorbed by light materials, a second-loop heat exchanger could be eliminated compared to nuclear fission.
At the same time, the same cheers also happened on the Lunar Colony hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
A steady stream of electricity was transferred from the nuclear fusion generator to various parts of the colony, replacing solar generators that had to rest for two weeks after four weeks. The reaction temperature reached its limit and the fusion reaction could continue as long as the supply of fuel in the reaction chamber was maintained.
Although the tens of millions of degrees of high temperature was startling, this generator was far safer than the generator set of any nuclear power plant in the world. The thermonuclear reaction between helium-3 and deunterium only generated protons without radioactivity, so the use of helium-3 as an energy source didn't produce radiation, and even if an accident occured, the cost of rescue would be low.
In the worst case, due to the lack of oxygen on the Moon, and even if the reactor experienced a catstrohpic explosion, there would be no shock wave. The killing effect of nuclear weapons in a vacuum environment is extremely limited, far less intimidating than its TNT-equivalency.
"Congratulations." Jiang Chen smiled and shook Kelvin's hand. "Excellent execution."
"Thanks to for your confidence." Kelvin accepted the praise humbly.
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued.
"I intend to reorganize some of the business units of Celestial Trade."
Kevlin looked at Jiang Chen, puzzled. He didn't understand why he was telling him this. The Space Launch Center he managed was only a part of Celestial Trade and although it almost had no budget constraints, it was still owned by Celestial Trade.
Jiang Chen did not explain, but went on.
"The restructuring is mainly in the aerospace business. The rankings of the Space Launch Center will be cancelled and replaced by the newly established space department. The department is responsible for the Colonization Program and all projects in the group that involve the development of outer space resources."
"And I hope that you can serve the manager of the space department,"
Kelvin took a moment to digest his word before he was overwhelmed by joy.
"Thank you for your trust, I will not let you down!"
Jiang Chen smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"I believe you won't let me down."
...
In mid-February, Celestial Trade spent 2 billion XND to acquire Pannu Power Company, which supplied power to all of Pannu Islands, and changed its name to Global Power Company, integrating its power generation companies and power grid units in Xin.
At the same time, the engineering ship of Celestial Trade once again sailed to the equator and started construction under the base station of the space elevator. It was ambitiously preparing to build a submarine cable extending from the equator line to Ange Island and merge it into the national grid of Xin.
Everything was paving the way for long-distance power transmission for the lunar nuclear power plant.
Jiang Chen apparently was not satisfied with just the domestic electricity market. At the same time as the construction of the submarine cable, he engaged in negotiations with the governments of Moro and Country F to open up their own electricity market.
With almost no hurdles, Jiang Chen easily convinced these two countries. Both Country F and Moro had agreed to cooperate with Xin to build transnational submarine cables and integrate them into the national grid. The electricity cost of Country F was the highest in the world, and was the definition of the poor getting poorer. Of course, they couldn't refuse Celestial Trade that could lower their electricity bill.
What's more, they didn't have the confidence to reject. The force of Celestial Trade had yet to complete its withdraw from City M.
As for Moro, Santos simply recognized himself as a younger brother, why would he refuse the request of the sovereign state? What's more, the recent rise in oil prices meant that the oil import nation was facing an imminent energy crisis, how could he reject his savior Jiang Chen?
After wooing Country F and Moro, Jiang Chen then began discussions with Malayasia...


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


Fortunately, the thieves borrowed only energy from me. So, having more or less recovered, I immediately tried to call the police. They worked quite quickly in the case of the taxi driver; maybe they could help me.
"Unfortunately, your reputation with the city is negative," the lovely girl at the other end of the line politely informed me. "Police department cannot assist you. But if you want, I can write you a reference letter. You could do community service, fix your reputation, and..."
I hung up. To hell with such a judicial system! There was no way in hell that I would sign up for any community service with the headache that I was having. However, despite the ringing in my head, a good idea popped into it.
All I really needed to do was to find someone with whom I had communicated during the last year. I needed someone I could trust to help me learn about my life. All I did so far, I did acting on instinct. It was a pity that I didn't know many reliable people. I had no relatives, and my friends...
"Alex, listen..." I found the number I needed on my phone.
"Go to hell!" Beep.
Either there was something I misunderstood or there was a rift between Alex Carlin — my kindergarten friend — and I. All I could do was keep calling numbers on my phone. Andrew and Mark were friends from school, Peter a friend from university. All of them started cursing as soon as they heard my voice. None of them wanted to hear me out. I had already begun to lose hope when I dialed the last number.
"Mikhail Lvovich." It was my school history teacher and a family friend. I hoped that I hadn't messed things up with him too, and that even if I had, he would at least explain to me what was going on before promising to punch me in the face.
"Hello, Max." We're on speaking terms? After hearing that, my headache calmed down a bit.
"Are you free? I need some advice..."
I wanted to ask him a couple of questions over the phone, but that suddenly seemed scary. What if I said something wrong, and no one wanted to talk to me again? It'd be better to meet him in person. 
"I'm free in the evening. Can you come to Velly Pavilion at six?"
"I can."
I wasn't familiar with the place, but I was sure that I could easily find it on the map. The main thing was that I had made an appointment, and that perhaps some of the secrets surrounding me would be revealed.
Pleased with myself, I finally recovered from being drained of energy and hurried home. This time, I stayed away from dark and strange places. Unfortunately, that strategy didn't really save me from my troubles.
"Max." 
I was ambushed at the entrance by the same freckled boy, whom I promised to charge the house batteries this morning. I was living in a real futuristic future, which I had gotten used to in less than a day. It was weird just how calmly I dealt with everything. 
"Some thugs drained the energy out of me... But let's give it a try." His face tensed at first and then broke into a contented smile. Well, I made a child happy, but I really wanted to figure out how much I had actually suffered. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Simon." He wasn't at all surprised by my forgetfulness. Maybe it was due to the anticipation of what we were about to do.
A couple of minutes later, we were at the roof where, instead of the standard generator that I remembered from my childhood, now stood a steel, ribbed cube, from which stretched the power lines. And into what am I supposed to transfer the energy? Having walked around the steel cube, I found the admin panel on the opposite side. It had a button for extending the energy receiver and a screen that showed the charge level.
"Twenty percent; will that be enough for a while?" It seemed that I was good at talking to children. My questions didn't confuse them at all. The boy's face lit up because he had a chance to share information with me.
"Ten is our monthly rate. The rest is the reserve fund."
"And where's the gasoline made?"
"In the basement. There's a converter there. But Uncle Nick has already drawn wire to it, we just need more energy. We spend less on greenhouses, but we don't have money for modern cars, and nobody sells fuel for the old ones. Only for these kind of generators."
"Don't tell me that you know how it works…"
"Of course I do! We've learned about all of the household equipment in school. Water is poured into the fuel converter, a cylinder of carbon dioxide is connected, and they are transformed into hydrocarbons, which are distilled directly into gasoline. Or you can set something else in the settings."
He had difficulties pronouncing the word "hydrocarbons" but I was still amazed. For an ordinary schoolchild to understand such things... Maybe my old world hadn't become such a bad place after all.
Having pushed the receiver, I habitually lowered my hand into the yellow goo.

Reputation Changes
Reputation with the City: -3
Reputation with Simon Frost: +10

It seemed that refusing community service brought me negative points. But I made friends with this little guy. The main thing was to get the energy transferred.
I imagined that I was sharing my accumulated energy, and the indicator value immediately moved upward. 

Current Generator Energy: 20.973%

I couldn't accumulate even one whole percent over the twenty that had already been there. What was I thinking? Almost one percent was how much an entire household would spend in three days, and I transferred that amount in less than a minute. Simon was positively beaming. No one seemed to have expected anything more from me, but I knew that I could've done more if it weren't for the two kidnappers.
This whole thing was all very interesting. When I was sitting in the office, the receiver would timely turn me off, not allowing me to drain my energy reserves since that wasn't safe. People warned me about having my reserves drained when they supported my decision to refuse Cromwell's proposal. But Stan and Ollie drained me dry, and this terminal didn't have a fail-safe for some reason.
I felt like I was completely spent. But at the same time, I didn't feel weak like I did when they drained me. And I also had a feeling that my reserve had grown a bit.

Max finds himself in a time loop. Any kind of death annuls everything except his present knowledge, and returns him into the past. This is a good way to test all sorts of things. That is, it would be, if not for one little thing... This loop has real Lords and it’s unlikely that they will be happy to find out about an uninvited guest.

And that isn’t his only problem; all of his memories of the last year have simply disappeared. But the world around him changed in the meantime. Earth has been seized by the Velly clan and is now part of their Star Empire. Max has also discovered his gift of being a psychic.

However, the latter isn’t that big of a deal.
 
Everyone can be a level one “battery;” for everything else, however, it’s necessary to have some talent, money, and connections, which only complicates things further.

A whole new world, great opportunities, and big troubles... Welcome to the Last Time Loop!

Fortunately, the thieves borrowed only energy from me. So, having more or less recovered, I immediately tried to call the police. They worked quite quickly in the case of the taxi driver, maybe they could help me.
"Unfortunately, your reputation with the city is negative," the lovely girl at the other end of the line politely informed me. "Police department cannot assist you. But if you want, I can write you a reference letter. You could do community service, fix your reputation, and..."
I hung up. To hell with such a judicial system! There was no way in hell that I would sign up for any community service with the headache that I was having. However, despite the ringing in my head, a good idea popped into it.
All I really needed to do was to find someone with whom I had communicated during the last year. I needed someone I could trust to help me learn about my life. All I did so far, I did acting on instinct. It was a pity that I didn't know many reliable people. I had no relatives, and my friends...
"Alex, listen..." I found the number I needed on my phone.
"Go to hell!" Beep.
Either there was something I misunderstood or there was a rift between Alex Carlin, my kindergarten friend, and I. All I could do was keep calling numbers on my phone. Andrew and Mark were friends from school, Peter a friend from university. All of them started cursing as soon as they heard my voice. None of them wanted to hear me out. I had already begun to lose hope when I dialed the last number.
"Mikhail Lvovich." It was my school history teacher and a family friend. I hoped that I hadn't messed things up with him too, and that even if I had, he would at least explain to me what was going on before promising to punch me in the face.
"Hello, Max." We're on speaking terms? After hearing that, my headache calmed down a bit.
"Are you free? I need some advice..."
I wanted to ask him a couple of questions over the phone, but that suddenly seemed scary. What if I said something wrong, and no one wanted to talk to me again? It'd be better to meet him in person. 
"I'm free in the evening. Can you come to Velly Pavilion at six?"
"I can."
I wasn't familiar with the place, but I was sure that I could easily find it on the map. The main thing was that I had made an appointment, and that perhaps some of the secrets surrounding me would be revealed.
Pleased with myself, I finally recovered from being drained of energy and hurried home. This time, I stayed away from dark and strange places. Unfortunately, that strategy didn't really save me from my troubles.
"Max." 
I was ambushed at the entrance by the same freckled boy, whom I promised to charge the house batteries this morning. I was living in a real futuristic future to which I had gotten used to it in less than a day. It was weird just how calmly I dealt with everything. 
"Some thugs drained the energy out of me... But let's give it a try." His face tensed at first and then broke into a contented smile. Well, I made a child happy, but I really wanted to figure out how much I had actually suffered. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Simon." He wasn't at all surprised by my forgetfulness. Maybe it was due to the anticipation of what we were about to do.
A couple of minutes later, we were at the roof where, instead of the standard generator that I remembered from my childhood, now stood a steel, ribbed cube, from which stretched the power lines. And into what am I supposed to transfer the energy? Having walked around the steel cube, I found the admin panel on the opposite side. It had a button for extending the energy receiver and a screen that showed the charge level.
"Twenty percent; will that be enough for a while?" It seemed that I was good at talking to children. My questions didn't confuse them at all. The boy's face lit up because he had a chance to share information with me.
"Ten is our monthly rate. The rest is the reserve fund."
"And where's the gasoline made?"
"In the basement. There's a converter there. But Uncle Nick has already drawn wire to it, we just need more energy. We spend less on greenhouses, but we don't have money for modern cars, and nobody sells fuel for the old ones. Only for these kind of generators."
"Don't tell me that you know how it works…"
"Of course I do! We've learned about all of the household equipment in school. Water is poured into the fuel converter, a cylinder of carbon dioxide is connected and their transformation into hydrocarbons, which are distilled directly into gasoline. Or you can set something else in the settings."
He had difficulties pronouncing the word "hydrocarbons" but I was still amazed. For an ordinary schoolchild to understand such things... Maybe my old world hadn't become such a bad place after all.
Having pushed the receiver, I habitually lowered my hand into the yellow goo.

~Reputation Changes~
Reputation with the city: -3
Reputation with Simon Novikov: +10

It seemed that refusing community service brought me negative points. But I made friends with this little guy. The main thing was to get the energy transferred.
I imagined that I was sharing my accumulated energy, and the indicator value immediately moved upward. 
Current Generator Energy: 20.973%
I couldn't accumulate even one whole percent over the twenty that had already been there. What was I thinking? Almost one percent was how much an entire household would spend in three days, and I transferred that amount in less than a minute. Simon was positively beaming. No one seemed to have expected anything more from me, but I knew that could've done more if it weren't for the two kidnappers.
This was all very interesting. When I was sitting in the office, the receiver would timely turn me off, not allowing me to drain my energy reserves since that wasn't safe. People warned me about having my reserves drained when they supported my decision to refuse Cromwell's proposal. But Stan and Ollie drained me dry, and this terminal didn't have a fail-safe for some reason.
I felt like I was completely spent. But at the same time, I didn't feel weak like I did when they drained me. And I also had a feeling that my reserve had grown a bit.

This is the Q&A going up 2/19/19[8/22/2019] with chapter 100!
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Here's a link to the 'general' map I use for the continent Noone is on. It's not perfectly accurate and I can't guarantee I will keep the names/landscape/or regions the way they are. But for now it's good enough for me. 
https://i.imgur.com/GHGeUGj.png

+++Questions on Noone's Name+++
Honestly I'm super considering just going back and changing Noone's name to 'Noon.' This might create it's own complications, but with the amount of flak I got early on about his name… it might be worth it.

Q: "Noon, No one, or None?"-Everyone 
A: Noon. [IPA:nun]

WN C.83 "Is that an intentional acronym by the author? (No one) Noone."-Turk
A: If i had to guess I would say the author was probably thinking it would be clever back when he assumed this would be a quick story which wouldn't gain any traction, and now it is 100 chapters in and too late to go back. (or, it was the name of the author's dnd character this novel may or may not have been loosely based on and... yeah)

+++******* Questions+++
Q: "Do you have an editor or do you just proof-read?"-LostSands
A: To my most active patron, I do not have an editor. My process is to write the chapter (usually 3 chapters at a time) and then to read them through immediately before I upload the official chapter on WN and RR. So they get a once over days later and hopefully I catch any mistakes. The exceptions are chapters I am nervous about. The chapter where Noone jumps (17), the chapters where Noone returns to a desolated Tapestry, and chapters 76 and 90 specifically. 

+++Webnovel Questions+++
C.90: "What's the end game looking like, god or death at old age?"-power
A: God. Always God.

C.90 "From what I've read so far, I assume there is many types of power systems such as cultivation and magic in Noone's world. Will Noone ever learn any conventional magic such as casting fireballs, or will he remain on his current path (which I assume is cultivation)?" -Eternity_River
A: Ultimately he will be practicing cultivation, however as he experiences the different power systems he will adopt them into his own "dao." So yeah, fireball is still a possibility :P

C.90 "Does Noone still have the inner devil, or has the madness passed?"-Homeless one
A: The inner-devil is sealed within the amulet, so he still has it. It's part of the reason he is unable to remove the amulet from his neck.

C.90 Matirion :P I saw your questions and I literally can't answer any of them without major spoilers. You have been reading from the very beginning though and thank you. Nothing really "Scared" Noone yet about the surface world. But he was super confused about Raelith being blue, and is most looking forward to seeing other races. 

C.3 "Do the people [in Tapestry] sing?"-Amante0
A: *Coughs uncomfortably*

C.12 "Does Noone become a robust man for having so many carts tied up and dragging it for 3 whole months? Just imagining the MC as a robust man, it's quite unique."
A: Yes. Yes he does.

C.27 "I'm impressed Noone didn't just sink. As dense as he is (cause like muscles and stuff) and from the weight of all the metal he has on him on top of that, it's truly amazing that the he didn't just drop like a rock pulling the bird along with him."-ImortalofSpagetti
A: *cough cough* Well. You see. I am sure there is a very good reason for that… *Cough*

C.28 "It was alive, probably. Like a sea hedgehog.[In regards to the purple spiked 'stone']"-All_Ex
A: What are you, some kind of wizard? Also, the word you were looking for is "urchin." I actually only included it as a red herring, not unlike a few other things within the story.

C.49 "Sometimes your first bdsm experience is unexpected."-EroticEarwig
A: I remember choking when I read this for the first time. You live up to your username sir.

C.55 "A Plant Woven Nooneiverse"-Dao_of_Ninja
A: Thus a legacy of puns was born.

C.72 "Nooo!! I didn't commit to reading this for so long just for the mc to turn evil! I absolutely hate stories like that! Please tell me it isn't so!"-Dreamheart_Dragon
A: It isn't so.

C.73 "Sometimes I wish I could just go to the future and read book chapters."-Hilers
 "I think the author is right there with you"-ThankYou
A: Yeah. I am.

C.74 "There is a cliff at a cliff. Author did you do that on purpose."-Person814
A: …Mm…

C.76 "Well **** that escalated quickly. Very well done on the fight scene, but I thought you said no more cliffs HOW IN THE FUCK IS THIS NOT A CLIFF?!?!!?"-Richard_Rahl
A: Love the username. Also… oops. :P

C.76 "So he absorbed the energy of the universe, and the energy of all his people and he loses to some mid level scrubs?"-whateverpickone
A: >>This answer has been redacted due to insensitivity.<<

C.81 "Thank you for the chapter. I would love to read a q&a!"-maplepear
A: Well if you insist.

C.88 "Will he eventually learn how to swim?"-NinjaCat620
A: I hope not, then I would miss out on some great water-related comic relief.

+++Royalroad questions+++
C.90 "I was wondering what is the shape of the world? Unless that is something that you wish to reveal later?"-John Christianson
A: I loved reading your comment and hearing your speculation. I hate to tell you that most of it is wrong, however given the information you know as a reader, it is extremely well thought out and makes me happy :) I can't give you the Total view, but what I can give you is the randomly generated map I use for the continent Noone is on.
https://i.imgur.com/GHGeUGj.png

And if you're curious about the website I used to randomly generate the map it is: https://azgaar.github.io/Fantasy-Map-Generator/

C.90 "You've mentioned the world is based around d&d, in regards to race/class, so what race is Noone, is he truly human?"-GooseTheGreat

A: So some of the answer is too spoilery to explain right now, but to answer as best as I can… Noone's race (the race of Tapestry) was once human. But they spent so long underground and influenced by their inheritance that they evolved to be something different entirely while the outside world passed them by.
(The original character of Noone I made was for a dnd campaign years ago, and his design (as well as the design of the people of Tapestry) are heavily influenced by the "Earth Genasi" race in 5e)

+++++++++++++++++++++++
I hope this QA was as fun for you to read as it was for me to write, I will hold more audience interaction stuff as the story progresses so keep an eye out :)

What happens to a world of Magic and Dragons when a cultivator bursts into their universe? What about when a cultivator is raised right under their noses?

How do Wizards and High Elves, Dungeons and Dwarves, fare against an unknowing cultivator and the Laws of the Universe?

Epochs ago an Immortal left his inheritance behind on a dying plane of existence. 

Now, at the edge of what was once desolate world, the immortals inheritance is about to make himself known. And his name is Noone.

An original cultivator of his world, unguided, and unrestrained.

Noone is the powerless child of a civilazation locked away at the edge of the world. When tragedy occurs, and his world is turned around, he inherits the Will of The Ancestor. An ancient legendary being who protected the conclave of Tapestry, until the desolate world above would become re-inhabitable.

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IMPORTANT: This is a long-form narrative. If you don't enjoy slower-paced world building then this isnt the novel for you.

NOT: a systems/reincarnation story

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"That map Hugh gave you was pretty expensive!" Joseph said, glancing at the small tube hanging on his father's belt that contained the rolled map.
"It was, but I wasn't paying for the map," his father explained.
"Huh?  What do you mean?"
"I was paying for his willingness to do something that not many people would do.  I was paying him for possibly getting in trouble if anyone else saw that map.  The political situation in the three kingdoms right now are a little rocky, so if any of the kings currently in charge get their hands on this particular map, a war could easily break out.  Normally, us merchants only get to see a generic map, that may or may not be correct, of the current kingdom we are in, and then we would have to travel to the next kingdom to see a map of it."
Joseph nodded in understanding.  With the details Hugh had placed in his maps, he could easily see generals using them to maneuver troops.
"Why might there be a war?"  Joseph thought about his mother.  If he was traveling with his father, and war broke out, the borders would be closed and he might not be able to visit his mother in six months, like they had planned.
"Normally the three kingdoms would have kids that could be married to each other, for example, Rathwold might have a daughter that could be married to a son from Sedonia, and then a daughter from Sedonia could be married to Oxalium, and so on.  However, this time, they all had sons. Not one daughter was born.  So, tensions are getting pretty high.  The oldest child is only ten, so we probably have another five years or so before things get nasty, but it's not looking good at the moment."
 "Wow."
"Exactly."
They continued on to the caravan that was waiting for them.  Over the past week Joseph had gotten new clothes from his father that matched his own, and he was now wearing them proudly.  Everyone who saw them in matching clothes would smile.  Joseph had heard the word cute a few too many times, but he didn't care.
They were preparing to head to his father's next stop.  As the children slaves reached certain milestones and ages, they were moved from the caravan to places his father had set up.  The place they were heading to next was called Town 4.  When questioned on why it was a number instead of a name, William explained that he didn't have the status to be able to set up a real town.  He could buy estates as a merchant, so he had purchased large estates and then had many buildings built.  Each location was set up as a self-sufficient town, capable of teaching his slaves to a certain point, then they would be moved along to the next 'town'.
"If I were to have my own kingdom, you could provide a lot of people, couldn't you dad?" Joseph asked while they traveled.
His father glanced at him, thoughtfully mulling over his answer.
"I have a lot of slaves.  What happens to them, after they are sold, is up to the new owner.  As long as those slaves are not mistreated, I don't mind what is done with them."
Joseph understood that his father didn't want to expose their secret.  He felt bad for his choice of words, but knew that anyone who overheard him, would automatically assume it was nothing more than the rambling thoughts of a child.
Nodding in understanding he asked, "Do you have any slaves capable of doing magic?"
"It is very hard to have slaves capable of doing magic, but it is not unheard of.  The few that I have were very expensive to be trained.  I have one at the next location that does food magic, three who do some form of healing magic and one who can do fire."
"I would very much like to learn magic." Joseph looked at his father long enough to make sure he understood the implications.
"I can have Stu try to teach you magic, but without magery to help you along, it's going to be impossible to learn.  Though I suppose a miracle isn't unheard of.  Perhaps you could unlock some lost talent or something in our bloodline," his father mused in amusement.
"Can you do magic?"
William laughed and shook his head.
"There's a lot of things I can do, but casting spells is not one of them."
Joseph nodded in understanding.  It was frustrating to talk to him about things when they had to keep the system a secret.  Though he doubted any one was listening to them, he didn't know if there wasn't magic being used to listen in.
With a sigh he turned back to the window for the rest of the trip that day.
XxxxxX
Joseph woke with a jerk and looked around.  With a sigh, he sat up.  This had been happening every morning since the system was activated and he got all his memories unlocked.  He dreamt of his past lives mostly.  It was like his brain wasn't big enough to fit all of the information in at once.  His own life was viewed with crystal clarity after receiving photographic memory, but the previous lives still came in bits and fragments.  Mostly, they were in dreams, but sometimes during the day something would trigger one.  
He had been dreaming about going to school in life 1 and being on the Kvetz team.  The closest thing life 2 had to it was a game he didn't like at all called chess.  Nothing he had seen in this current life was much like either.  After the dream, he felt a lingering fondness for Kvetz and a general dislike of chess.
His dad had explained a bit about his past life, as being more of a general impression, rather than as actual memories.
The first time he woke up like this, he had thought he was possessed.  He finally decided that maybe he felt the past life stronger than his dad did, because he was younger or because he had two past lives instead of just one.  After a whole week, it was getting harder and harder to act his age.
With a sigh, he climbed out of bed.  The system may be forcing information into his head, but it was his decision to be the mage king.  As a future king he had to make use of everything he could.  Most of last night's dreams, aside from the games, had included techniques on cooking, construction equipment, and bits of chemistry.
He pulled out a journal where he was placing some of his ideas and began to sketch.  He was almost certain life 2 was of a dentist who never got married.  He had worked a lot of odd jobs through college and cooked alone a lot.  There were no pleasant childhood memories and none of his memories had clear images of other people.  He thought he had been an orphan or some term called foster.  He wasn't sure what that meant, but it seemed lonely.
Excitedly, he started drawing the construction equipment and added notes.  There had been a large harvest in his dream.  He didn't know how to make the engines he drew, or the gasoline that powered it but he did know the basic physics for a steam generator he had learned about and showed at a fair in high school.  The memory was still sketchy but he was able to draw the picture.  He figured golems made more sense and seemed far simpler.  The reason he hadn't used them in the memory was probably because of the lack of magic in the other world.
The last thing he added was a recipe for gunpowder and soap that wasn't hard on your hands.  Apparently in life 2, he had washed his hands so many times, that he had developed reactions to normal soap, so he had developed a better one.  Just like the recipe for pizza that he had written down earlier, he had no idea how to get the basic ingredients.  Some were incredibly expensive and others, like ammonia producing salt peter, were foreign to him.  Though he did know that potassium chloride was used to chemically strengthen glass and used in toothpaste for sensitive teeth.
As he wrote that last bit down, his mind wandered.  Toothpaste and brushes would probably help his dad's slaves.  Nobody likes to buy expensive slaves that are missing teeth.  He would have to mention it to him.
Stepping out of his small tent, he waved at his dad to let him know he was ready to get going.  They should arrive at town 4 today and he would finally get to meet Stu, his future magic instructor.

**COMPLETED**
(JOSEPH IS ALMOST SEVEN!  IT’S TIME TO INITIATE ‘HIDDEN SUBROUTINE’.)
William woke confused.  Why would the system say something like that?  He already intended to give his son the system…
In a world filled with corruption and death, a small boy is about to acquire a gift for this important birthday, that will change the entire world.  He will have to persevere through many trials that will change the fate of the entire realm.  Protected from the evils of the world, by the success of his father, Joseph has no idea what he is getting into, but the only way to overcome the trials he will face, is through the abuse of magic!
With the aid of a young girl, that he meets shortly after receiving the system, Joseph learns how horrible the world outside of his protected bubble actually is, and forms a lifelong bond with her, that nothing will ever break.  Through the abuse of magic, they will have to overcome demons and gods, in their quest for Joseph to become the Mage King!
Note: This original story will have daily updates, of a chapter a day.  This is not a standard system story where only the mc has the system.  There is no harem.
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"The chancellor, join us will. Very interested in this battle, he is."

General Yoda pressed a button on the hologram table, and an image of Chancellor Palpatine appeared. The Jedis greeted him, while the clones saluted. Once again, Dageer shivered, as his instincts warned him of something, he just didn't know what. To his surprise, he found that Boss had a very similar reaction. He would need to find the clone commando and talk to him. Something was definitely wrong.

"Thank you, my friends. I didn't want to disturb you, but this invasion will be of extreme importance to the Republic. Master Yoda, please do continue."

"Uhmm... Master Kenobi, explain our plan, now will."

"Yes, Master Yoda."

The Jedi put a datapad above the hologram table, and transmitted the information on it. Soon, several stone buildings, characteristic of Geonosis were showed, all surrounded by a red shield.

"Our ships are in position, and we are ready to begin our campaign against the Geonosians."

"And what about Poggle? Any report on his location?"

General Windu interrupted General Kenobi. Poggle the Lesser was the main leader of the Geonosis, and one of the most important Separatist commanders. The factories of droids under his command were responsible for over sixty percent of the droid army.

"It seems he is held up at the primary droid foundry, here."

General Kenobi put his finger on one of the buildings, exactly on the center of the massive shield that was shown in the hologram.

"The factory is protected by a shield generator. Anakin, Ki-Adi, and I shall attempt a three-pronged attack through their defenses lines, to a staging area just short of the shield."

Three green lines, in different angles, appeared on the hologram, all going to the shield generator's location, in the outer area of the shield - not out of it, just near the border. It would be heavily defended by hundreds of thousands of droids, there was no doubt.

Dageer heard a trooper sighing, and muttering 'this is gonna be fun' under his breath. He had to agree. It certainly wouldn't be easy.

"Once we have landed, we shall knock out the shield generator. That, is our primary target."

Up till now, the plan was simple. Most invading forces, when faced with a shield, would do the same. The tricky part would be landing. This wasn't like the first invasion, when the seppies didn't even know that the Republic had an army. This time, they would be prepared.

"Isn't it risky, committing three generals to one area of the attack? If something goes wrong, we could be dealt a serious blow."

Surprisingly, the next one to talk was Chancellor Palpatine. He seemed genuinely concerned, which was uncommon for politicians like him.

"To ensure that rises again, Geonosis does not, capture Poggle we must."

The chancellor looked at General Yoda, and smiled.

"Of course. As always, I shall leave the strategy to you, Master Jedi."

"Our thanks, chancellor."

Politely as always, General Kenobi acknowledged Chancellor Palpatine's words, before nodding General Yoda and General Windu. As the three holograms disappeared, Dageer heard General Windu speaking.

"May the Force be with you."

The hologram table turned off, leaving only General Kenobi, General Skywalker, General Mundi, General Unduli, Ragout, and the two padawans, as the Jedis who would lead the attack. 

Under his helmet, Dageer was looking at General Skywalker, and frowning. Before the holograms disappeared, the commander was sure Chancellor Palpatine had glared at him and Boss for quite a long while, but most of the time, he was looking carefully at the Jedi. Dageer couldn't help but wonder why. 

Still, it wasn't his business. He turned to General Kenobi, waiting for the details of the plan.

"Good. Cody, these are the coordinates for the rendezvous."

The 212th commander stepped forward, and pulled up another hologram, this time of the landing zone.

"Yes, sir. When we hit the ground, we will create a perimeter there. Getting past their defenses here, will be the trick."

Dageer glanced at the line that Commander Cody had drawn into the map. As the clone went on, he grinned, he already knew what Hell Squad's assignment would be.

"Generals, our gunships will never be able to get past this point if those artillery barrages are working."

"Jet is right. However, I believe that is young Ragout's job?"

General Mundi agreed with his commander, then looked at Ragout. The Togruta was already nodding, and pointed at the anti-aircraft turrets.

"Don't worry, masters. We will take care of this. The seppies split their artillery into two different blocks, north and south. I will take Hell Squad to the south one, while Boss and Delta Squad take care of the other."

Most of the Jedis nodded, while the two padawans, Ahsoka and Bariss, exchanged glances, somewhat confused. Finally, General Skywalker's apprentice wasn't able to contain herself anymore.

"Master Ragout, are you sure just you is enough? I could go help, and also bring some troopers..."

"I appreciate it, Ahsoka, but we can handle it."

"Although she wasn't supposed to speak, my padawan's concerns are accurate, Ragout. Are you sure you won't need help?"

General Skywalker put emphasis on the word 'padawan', glaring angrily at his apprentice, before turning to Ragout. He, however, just smiled.

"We will be at the landing point long before you all, Master Skywalker. Right, Dageer, Boss?"

"Yes, sir. General Ragout is right, General Skywalker. This is our job."

Dageer nodded, agreeing with Boss. That was exactly the type of mission that special units excelled in.

"Still, we will only be able to take out their main artillery. The Laats will face a lot of opposition to land, but we will do our best to reduce it as much as possible."

The Jedis exchanged glances, and, while the two padawans still seemed unconvinced, they didn't say anything else. General Mundi and General Kenobi had already seen both squads in action. They knew they weren't just special units. They were the best even amongst those on top.

"Look at that giant wall with all the gun emplacements. That won't be easy to get past."

With the anti-aircraft turrets situation set, the group soon turned to the other obstacles in their path. This battle wouldn't be an easy one. Everything, from landing, to advancing, taking out the shield, and finally capturing or killing Poggle, would require a price in clone blood. 

"Don't worry. We aren't going anywhere near that."

"Ohh? What happened to all the enthusiasm I saw earlier?"

"Don't worry about us. You just make sure you get to that landing zone in one piece."

"Yes... I shall be waiting for you when you finally arrive."

Ahsoka, General Kenobi, and General Skywalker soon started joking around, which prompted General Unduli, General Mundi, Commander Cody, and Captain rex to shake their heads. It was clear this was quite the common occurrence.

"Gentlemen, if you are quite finished, we have a battle to begin."

"You are right, Luminara. Everyone knows your role?"

Several people nodded. Commander Cody, Commander Jet, and Captain Rex left to prepare the gunships, while General Unduli, Bariss, and Commander Gree went to their own cruiser.

"Hell Squad, Delta Squad, in the lower hangar in five. We need to get going soon."

"Yes, General Ragout. I will meet you there. I just need a minute with Boss."

Ragout glanced at Dageer before nodding. He sensed there was something wrong with the commander, but if he wouldn't tell him, then Ragout wouldn't ask.

I had a sudden moment of inspiration, and decided to write it down.
I am not doing this to became an author and I might stop at any time.
Anyway I am very grateful to anyone who reads and gives his or her support. Also, I do accept suggestions.
I don't have ownership over any of the pre-existing characters nor the cover, but I do claim ownership over the characters created by me.
PS: this is a Star Wars fiction
PS2: There will be no harem or romance whatsoever, essentially because it would be too different from the lore, and also because I don't like it very much.
PS3: The protagonist won't have any Force powers.
PS4: The first chapters are small, but it gets bigger as the novel go on. As such, the first chapters are in a process of revision to make them more adequate to the rest of the novel. However, the novel doesn't stop because of this.

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About the story now. 

Clone trooper CT-4063 is a fresh and shiny trooper directly from the clone facilities in Kamino. 
He is also one of the thousands of clones that take part on the first battle of the Clone Wars.
Go with him as he carves his path to the high comand.

Joshua smiled with satisfaction as he leaned back in his piloting chair inside his personal simulator pod. After months of grinding up the ranks, he finally broke past the Bronze League and entered the Silver League. For a teenager of his age, reaching such a height was impressive. Only the top 3% of the potentates in his grade matched or surpassed this result.

"Aw man, you've finally promoted. Looks like we won't be playing together for a while." Triceratopsss whined over the comm.

Joshua, or TheSeventhSnake in the game, smiled back at his friend. "Hey, at least you won't be taking too long to follow me up. You've been showing plenty of improvement."

"I got more time to hop in the game now that summer break is here. I mean, the mech classes are fine and all, but a real match always beats a dry lecture."

While Joshua didn't entirely agree, he kept his opinions mum. "I'm going to go pick out a new mech to play with the big boys. Are you interested in helping me choose?"

"Nah. I got to go eat dinner soon. See ya later, pal."

As both of them went their separate ways, Joshua entered the market district of the game. He approached a familiar holographic panel and set the category of the items from 1-star junk to 2-star mechs.

The machines that appeared in front of him roused his interests. The mechs all looked bigger, leaner or more ferocious than their more primitive counterparts. He long dreamed of piloting a more powerful machine than his favorite Seraphim. While the flier was a great machine, he came to grow frustrated at the mech's extensive limitations. Joshua longed to free himself from those chains.

As he browsed through the many light fliers the catalog held, a recommendation attracted his eyes. The market interface pointed out a new 2-star mech to him. One designed by a familiar name.

"Chasing Clouds? So that's what you've been up to. No wonder I haven't seen any 1-star designs from your account."

Joshua regretted not piloting anything new from the upstart designer. Though his products were never the best performers in their categories, they all possessed plenty of character. It also helped they both came from the same planet.

He looked at the latest product the fellow Cloudsman released. When his view was filled with the shiny chrome exterior of the variant called Mist Prowler, Joshua was blown aback.

"It's just like the Seraphim."

He did not refer to technical aspects when he compared their designs. The Seraphim was a light flier that mainly relied on a marksman rifle to harass enemies from afar. He only got in close to melee range if he needed to change his strategy.

This Mist Prowler on the other hand lacked any flight capabilities. Not only was it a weight class heavier, it also packed more power in its limbs, allowing it to run fairly fast for a medium and dodge about with almost unprecedented response time. It largely mimicked the nimbleness of light mechs while possessing the power of a medium mech. This helps with adding strength to its melee attacks, which this urban combat mech primarily relied upon.

No, despite their differences, they emanate a similar presence despite their different playstyles. Joshua was probably the most intimate Seraphim in the game, so he had a nose for these kinds of things. The Mist Prowler was just as aggressive as the Seraphim, only in a different flavor. Whereas the Seraphim sought to seek and destroy the enemy in the most direct fashion possible, the Mist Prowler was content to drag out the hunt and slowly envelop their opponents.

"Hm, that's strange. What's with the stealth option?"

Adding a particle ejector to a hunter or ambush type mech wasn't unusual. But Joshua couldn't figure out why the designer added it to a mech with such a bright and shiny chrome finish.

Then he noted the designer incorporated his practically trademark Cloud Festive Generator right next to the ejector. "Ah, so that's why."

Joshua had a lot of fun playing around with the Cloud Generator. It made him the envy of his friends whenever they teamed up. Though it served no practical purpose and often attracted the enemy to him, he liked to arrive on the battlefield in a bombastic fashion. He loved using it to play games with his opponent's minds.

The mech was different from anything he played before, so he considered whether it was useful to purchase this mech. As his first 2-star mech, he wanted to pilot something familiar so he could leverage his best skills immediately. If he picked the wrong mech to start his career in the Silver League, he might lose too many matches, causing his hard-earned rank to demote. That would be a disaster.

"It's from Chasing Clouds. I don't think he'd release something crappy."

He trusted the designer. He sometimes felt there was a connection between them, an intimacy many pilots had for their favorite designers. Sometimes they became so enthusiastic they resembled fanboys and fangirls. Joshua liked to think he wasn't so blind, so he took the time to scour over the specs and look over the simulations of the variant before making his purchase.

"Ah what the heck, who am I kidding. I'm totally going to buy this mech anyway."

Though the hefty credit price was a step up from the dirt-cheap 1-star mechs, Joshua never paid attention to even eye-popping prices. With a quick credit transfer, Joshua now owned the first handmade Mist Prowler.

As Joshua returned to his private area and entered the mech stables, he could feel the presence of the Mist Prowler. It demanded attention even as it wanted to stay unnoticed. The dichotomy easily caused confusion, but Joshua only felt more intimate towards his new mech. He understood the designer's philosophy, having mastered the Seraphim. No matter how much the designer tried to make a subtle mech, he just couldn't resist showing off. Why else did he include cloud generators and bright colors?

After a brief time of familiarizing himself with the new mech's controls, he threw himself into matchmaking. As he wanted to put his mech to its paces, he chose to enter the gigantic Wartorn Instances mode. Even the smallest 50v50 map possessed plenty of space for him to work his magic without bumping into too many people.

The game finished matching enough players together, causing them all to enter their team's lobby. Joshua took a look around. This was his first match in Silver and he knew that he wasn't playing with people from Cloudy Curtain anymore. Once a player graduated from Bronze, the entire galaxy opened up to them allowing them to play with people tens of thousands of light-years away.

A big and bulky spider mech stood in the center of the room. The small crown hovering over its head demanded everyone's attention.

"Alright guys, I'm NotchedHalberd, and I'll be your captain for this match." A young man's voice spoke out from the team channel. "As we're all playing in the Silver League, I won't bore you with complicated plans. I know only 10% of you will even listen to me. Instead, I just want you to keep one thing in mind: don't all rush forward when the hatch opens up. We artillery mechs need some help fending off the enemy scouts."

Whether much of their team followed this advice, Joshua wasn't hopeful. In fact, he planned to ditch his teammates and find an empty zone to hunt for prey. He could only really stretch his new mech's capabilities by fighting without distractions.

The map eventually loaded and caused the bay doors to open. The map revealed itself to be a hot desert canyon like map. Groans issued out from most of the mech pilots, especially those that relied heavily on energy weapons.

"Fuck! It's Scorched Canyon!"

"Goddammit, it's so hot you can cook an egg on a rock. Who the fuck thought of this stupid scenario? There's nothing here that's worth fighting for!"

"90% of my loadout is based on lasers. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sit here and afk for a while."

Hot environments impacted energy-dependent mechs disproportionately. In the real universe, mech outfits tailored their mechs to the local environment in advance. Unfortunately, Iron Spirit's matchmaking kept the map the players had to contest over a secret until the match finally started. This always caused some mech pilots to wallow in misfortune while others danced with glee.

Joshua also plastered a smile on his face. While the Mist Prowler was not set up to fight in deserts, it nevertheless held a slight advantage. His mech's offensive power only consisted of a few melee weapons. The lack of any wrist or shoulder-mounted weapons limited Joshua's offensive options, but honed his mech's strengths in a couple of categories that could be fully exploited in the coming match.

"Don't let the enemy bastards take over all of the top ridges!"

The Scorched Canyon map featured an unusual layout with many winding cliffs and canyons. The final objective of this map was to conquer and hold an ancient alien ruin situated in a deep valley in the middle of a lot of cliffs. Holding the nearby high ground was essential in either sieging the valley or preventing the enemy from taking advantage of them. However, the top plateaus were inaccessible to all but flight mechs. Their presence was essential in taking over the map.

Joshua raced forward and grew more in tune with his mech as he did so. His first movements looked awkward, but he quickly got used to the unusual balance of his agile mech. By the time he traversed halfway to the valley, he could easily dodge pass rocks and other obstacles in his way.

A couple of mechs that traveled in the same direction as him veered off as they entered a narrower route that brought them to the flanks of the valley. Unlike many others, Joshua continued to head straight towards the center.

"Hey noob! It's dangerous if you go into the ruins!"

"He's dead already."

"The fucking loser probably doesn't know how this map works at all."

The risks were exceedingly high if he entered the valley too early, but Joshua could rely on his mech to pull through. The Mist Prowler crossed the wide open space with a sprint that neared the speed of the fastest medium mechs.

Unfortunately, its shiny exterior easily reflected the bright sun in the sky, drawing all sorts of unsavory eyes at him. The scouts that have already reached the nearby ridges grew red, and those with ranged weapons started to fire potshots at him. At this range, the chances of getting hit was minimal, but Joshua didn't enjoy the experience.

Incredibly, he managed to dodge all but a couple of glancing blows. The pressure of incoming fire was a powerful motivator to mastering the Mist Prowler's quirks. His mech practically danced through the hazards with only a few scuffs marks from accurate laser fire. Even the onlookers from his own team popped out their eyes.

Once Joshua reached the midst of the ruins, he was able to use the tall stone structures to break line of sight. Though the enemy could keep raining down fire, damaging the ruins penalized their team's final score. Only by employing scouts and spotters to feed accurate coordinates would teams be able to bombard an enemy occupant without causing excessive collateral damage.

"The first part is over." Joshua sighed as he came down from the high. Though he only piloted his new mech for a short while, he already felt it moved like his own body, but even better. The mech's amazing mix of speed, agility and strength made this mech a great close combat mech. Now that he cast the bait, he only needed to wait until an enemy approached.

Joshua got his first customer. A three-man team of light scouts hastily entered the ruins from the other side. His own team tried to punish their brazen approach and succeeded in scratching their paint at the very least. One mech even suffered a malfunction in his rifle when it got blown apart by a lucky shell.

Ordinarily, a speed-based medium mech preferred not to tangle with light mechs. They moved faster than them while possessing similar amounts of offensive power. The disparity in armor could be negated entirely if the light mechs could use their speed advantage to stay out of reach. This disparity widened the medium mech possessed no ranged weapons.

The Mist Prowler unfortunately lacked even a pistol.

"No matter. These ruins will be my best friend."

The ancient and extensive alien ruins represented the closest urban combat environment in the map. While he could also play around in rock-littered canyons, the spaces there were just a little too small. While the Mist Prowler excelled in complex environments, they needed a certain amount of room to maneuver, which most narrow canyons lacked.

As the three scuffed light mechs crossed over to the other side of the ruins, Joshua prepared for their arrival. He held no hope in hiding his mech from their superior sensors. Instead, he walked his mech around and chose a suitable area to make his stand.

The Mist Prowler was not a mech that enjoyed letting his enemies come to him. By choosing to set up at busy street, he could use the plentiful structures to block the enemy's field of view and force them to come closer. Like a spider sitting in the middle of his web, Joshua waited for the mechs to fall into his range.

When the first of the light mechs stepped into the narrower street, Joshua initiated his plan. He activated his particle ejector, which instantly blasted an entire canister's worth of sensor-blocking junk in the air. The cloud generator also did its work by pumping out a generous amount of psychedelic vapor.

The modules expended their payloads rapidly, causing a couple of blocks of streets to be obscured from optical as well as many other types of sensors. This not only blinded the light mechs, it also prevented onlookers from above or below to interfere with Joshua's hunt.

He grinned as he felt his anticipation grow. Having mapped the surrounding streets before, Joshua slowly piloted his mech forward. The mech's footsteps weren't exactly subtle, but the panicking light mechs allowed him to get in close.

The mech with the damaged laser rifle showed up in front of Joshua first. The Mist Prowler came out far too sudden for the enemy mech to respond in time. Its shiny exterior reflected all kinds of bright and crazy colors due to the rays passing through the colorful vapor. In fact, the effect worked even better than traditional camouflage.

"Death!" Joshua yelled as he urged his nimble mech to thrust forward with its spear.

The force behind his approach was incredible, but the light mech was no slouch either. The enemy pilot bent his mech to the side, causing the spearhead to penetrate the edge of its waist but no deeper.

"That's not all I got!"

Usually, a mech that put most of its forward momentum in a weapon thrust left itself open to retaliation. Joshua merely pushed his Mist Prowler to jump sideways with the enemy and allow the spear to slash the light mech again.

The force behind the second blow wasn't too much, but Joshua was able to control his strike to hit the damaged section again. Few other mechs could achieve such acrobatics.

The spearhead carved through the light mech's armor like a hot knife through butter. The fatal hit allowed the spearhead to wreck a couple of components near its engine. Not enough to take it out entirely, but enough to slow down the light mech's mobility.

"He's here! Come and save me!" The enemy pilot yelled out in the open as he was unable to connect with his teammates with all the interference in the air.

"You'll be dead before they come!"

The light mech tried to turn the tables on the Mist Prowler by diving forwards within the spear's reach. However, Joshua skillfully spun the spear with remarkable dexterity and knocked the light mech's stride off-track with a smack. With another spin he slashed his spear at the enemy's arm, but the lack of power and momentum behind the hasty blow only caused the armor to get cut.

Joshua was a little frustrated with the spear. It worked great if he could build up his speed and stab forward with the incredible weight of his mech behind the blow. Close in like this and it felt more like an unnecessary burden. Therefore he simply dropped it and pulled out the Mist Prowler's heated knives from their holster.

With a pair of hot blades in its hands, the medium mech surged forward in pursuit. The light mech scrambled to parry one knife, only to let the other make a shallow stab in its chest. Before the light mech could pull out, Joshua kept up his barrage and pressed his opponent relentlessly.

One of his knives finally dug past the chest armor and tore a deep gash in the light mech's power reactor.

"Urgh! Fuck! He got me!"

With its mobility impaired and a faltering power reactor, the light mech was practically dead in the water. A couple of follow ups finished off the poor mech.

"First kill." Joshua licked his lips. He started to like this new playstyle. Though the thick mist of particles and colors made it difficult for him to seek out his opponents, they also had a hard time bumping into him.

He realized that using the particle generator on an unsuspecting group negated their numerical advantage. As long as they weren't too close, his mech could take all the time in the world to defeat them one by one.

With only instincts and luck guiding him to his next prey, Joshua led his Mist Prowler deeper into the hazy fog. He had two more mechs to hunt down before the particles sank down onto the earth.

"Heh. What Silver League?" He mocked. "Within my mist, they're dead men walking."

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

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