“Roger that, Boss.” The mecha disappeared in a flash, only to reappear a second later, ten meters away.
Tang Wulin stared at the mecha, eyes wide.Teleportation?
“Teleportation,” the chef grunted. “That’s one of its core functions. It can freely teleport anywhere in a one kilometer radius.”
In another flash of crimson, the mecha landed on the ground and transformed into a sleek two-seater sports car. Then it transformed again, shooting into the sky to become a deadly fighter jet. It soared through the air for a moment, then vanished in another flash to reappear before the group in its humanoid form. However, it wasn’t finished. Its arms began to spin, revealing countless soul cannons built into them. It sat down and transformed into a veritable fortress bristling with a main meter-long cannon and hundreds of smaller ones.
Tang Wulin was blown away.Can this even be considered a mecha still? Teleporting? Transforming? What in the world? Just how much can it do? And it belongs to the chef?
As the mecha returned to its original form, the crackle of its feminine voice split the air. “Is that enough, Boss?”
“Yeah, Ruby,” the chef said. “That’s enough. You can go back to resting.”
In one final flash, Ruby, returned to its original position on the docking platform. The golden lines pulsing across its body grew dim, and it fell dormant.
“Once mechas reach a certain level, they essentially become the same kind of entities as spirit souls,”the chef said, turning to Tang Wulin. “In fact, you can even fuse them with your spirit souls, which is what I did with my mecha. Now it’s like an extension of my body. Even when I’m not piloting it, it’s just as effective in combat as when I do. With it, an infinite number of tactical possibilities present themselves. How could a mecha pilot resist that?”
The chef gazed up at Ruby, eyes feverish with passion. He looked back to Tang Wulin again and said, “You must choose carefully. If you decide to continue as a mecha pilot, you’ll have to give up on other paths. I don’t regret my decision. I love mechas.”
The chef loved mechas so much that he gave up on becoming a battle armor master. He was a rank 94 soul master, which was great for someone his age, but was also far too low considering his identity and lineage. Yet he had no regrets. His love for mechas knew no bounds.
For a few moments, everyone just stood there, basking in the mecha’s magnificence.
Tang Wulin gulped.Now that’s a mecha! The peak of all mechas!
Then the chef’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.
“You can’t take the same path as me.”
“What?” Tang Wulin blurted. “Why?”
“You have true talent,” the chef said. “The heavens have blessed you, and the path of mechas does not suit you. Red mechas may be powerful, but still they cannot beat four-word battle armors. They just can’t. Even red-grade mechas have their limits. Well, that isn’t exactly right. Some bel
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