Mystical Journey Chapter 918 - Energy Machinist 2

“Its okay, back then I was abandoned by my teacher as well, and had to come in here to explore on my own. I know how much you have to go through to reach the beginner level if you start off exploring without any real knowledge.” Olse drank a gulp of the ale, and sighed, “That’s why every time I see a rookie come in, I’ll help them however I can.”

“Could you tell me what the Energy Machine Imprint is?” asked Garen in a low voice.

“The Energy Machine Imprint is a mysterious, magical piece of special equipment that you can embed into your Willpower Imprint. It can improve our calculation skills, simplifying a lot of those complicated, repet.i.tive methods. With it, we just need to find the calculation method, and calculate it once. After that, the Energy Mech Imprint will record down the calculation method, and then it can calculate that way every time, greatly reducing the burden on we Energy Machinists,” Olse explained.

“It’s like my Yellow Wasp Imprint.” He snapped his fingers, and a piece of metal in the image of a yellow wasp slowly appeared behind him, suspended in mid-air and glowing with a faint yellow light. “He can more or less triple my calculation speed and ability, and this includes counting statistics. In real combat, it can automatically control the Biochemical Pool to create more Yellow Wasp Surveillance Soldiers. These surveillance soldiers work well in s.p.a.ce, and can spray out particles to help them move at high speeds. They have no offensive power, and can only move quickly or share their vision with you, that’s why they can only be surveillance soldiers. As the lowest-level Yellow Wasps, mine can only scan a radius of fifty kilometers, and is only active for half an hour. If you get the material, you can use it for the re-synthesis next time, you’ll only lose 50% of the materials that way.”

“Can’t I store it in the Biochemical Pool to start with?” asked Garen.

“You can’t, it won’t work. The Biochemical Pool can only make on-the-spot ones, longer-lasting ones can only be evolved through the experimental platform, so that they acquire new functions. And the longer-lasting ones require many expensive materials, it’s just like creating a Mech, the skills required are very troublesome too,” Olse said helplessly. “Just how hopeless is your teacher? They didn’t teach you anything properly.”

“Uh… To be honest, I’m self-taught, I don’t really have a teacher,” replied Garen honestly, and also slightly exasperatedly. “I didn’t think that the path of an Energy Machinist was so complicated, at first I had thought it was about the same as regular training methods, but I didn’t know it was this troublesome.”

“Well, of course, you were self-taught– What!” It seemed that only then did Olse react, and he stood up abruptly, his expression full of shock as he stared at Garen. “You’re self-taught?!”

“Yeah…” Garen nodded.

“H-How long did you spend?” Olse’s voice was trembling slightly.

“Urk—Six years.” Garen thought about it, and decided not to say two years, so he tripled it. Looking at the way this guy was reacting, it seemed that the fact that he was self-taught was already a miracle in itself.

“Six years, huh… No wonder.” Olse heaved a long sigh of relief, and sat down. “I was saying that you’re still so young, if you were self-taught and still managed to become a Level Two Energy Machinist within three years, then that would be truly terrifying. But even so, without a teacher, you are still rather exceptional to reach Level Two in six years.”

“I see…” Garen nodded.

“I don’t really know about the Energy Machinist parties over here, but I advise you to find a decent party and apply for the recruitment test to join, it is impossible for you to advance in this line without a teacher, because there are a lot of things you simply won’t come into contact with if you’re self-taught,” advised Olse sincerely.

“Join a party? How do I join?” Garen was interested.

“Most of the Inherited Level pilots from the pilot parties would have Energy Machinist parties working together with them, it’s very common for the two sides to help each other fill the gaps. So you just need to find a powerful Inherited Level faction, and you should be able to find a corresponding Energy Machinist party. If you can learn so much yourself, you can totally try out the test.”

“Yup, I will.” Garen instantly thought of the Black Flood Party. He was in the Black Flood Party now, and they might have an Energy Machinist in their ranks too.

“Alright, I’m headed off now too, the s.h.i.+ps are going to leave this region soon, and the signal will grow weaker and weaker. I’m from the Tidal Thunder Planet, you can come by for a vacation if you have time, I’ll show you around,” said Olse with a smile as he got up.

“I will if I get the chance.” Garen nodded, and stood up as well.

The other person disappeared with a whoosh, and after his vision blurred for a moment, he also appeared in the plaza outside the shop.

There were a lot fewer people in the plaza now. The stalls had also become spa.r.s.er, they had evidently either completed their deals, or the vendors had simply left.

Garen continued to walk around the area, looking at the wares sold on the stalls. In the end he realized that they were mostly strange and bizarre materials, some were things he had seen briefly introduced in the Energy Machinist training methods, but most were completely unheard of.

“The wing of a Flying Mantis, it can be installed onto biochemical creatures, it’ll be even faster than a Level 2 Mech!”

“The unihorn of a Burrowing Mole increases your sharpness by one level for half an hour.”

“The distilled genetic liquid of an unknown mutated snake, it can increase the vitality of mutated creatures from the Biochemical Pool by 0.4 levels for ten minutes.”

“The gallbladder of a Giant Bear, price fixed at fifty crystals, no haggling.”

Some of the stalls had a screen introducing the uses of their wares, while other items seemed to be too common or famous, so there was no explanation, just the prices.

The stall owners did not yell, they just relied on the rectangular screens beside them to show their advertising.

The plaza was not big, and soon enough Garen had finished looking at most of the stalls. He noticed that they were mostly used for the Biochemical Pool, most of them were materials or items used to modify the cannon fodder creatures that came from the Pool.

Only a few of them were used for the experimental platform, but those tended to be very expensive and were sold as soon as they were brought out.

“Scram!”

Suddenly there was a shout from ahead.

Garen raised his head and glanced there, and realized that it was actually those two raucous baldies from before. Right now, the two of them were kicking a young man with rabbit ears, making him fall hard on his b.u.t.t.

“You dare fight for the stuff that I want? You should consider it an honor to be able to hand them to me! You have no sense of the glory bestowed upon you!” Baldhead was as raucous as ever, but no one around them dared to step up. Someone who dared to be this high-key would certainly have a powerful background.

“But I’ve even paid the money already!” The rabbit-eared young man got up, and started arguing, his expression pained.

“So what if you’ve paid? You’re trash from a backward place, it’s your fortune to be able to stand and speak in front of me, how dare to speak back!” As his girlfriend giggled away, Baldhead slapped the rabbit-eared young man hard.

Garen was completely speechless, he really could b.u.mp into such people all the time. That included in the Federation of Energy Machinists, even though it sounded all high and mighty.

But when he saw that Baldhead actually slapped him, and the rabbit-eared young man’s face was even starting to swell, he became slightly surprised.

“You can just start hitting people here?”

“Of course, you can’t kill anyone, but other than that, all the attacks here will cause the same amount of pain and damage,” said a talkative old man who was watching from the sidelines. “That baldy is from the Mother Planet’s Magnetic Field, that’s one of the three strongest Energy Machinist factions, together with Star Cloud and Black Blade. That’s why no one dares to interfere.”

“Magnetic Field, Star Cloud, Black Blade.” Garen quietly memorized these three names.

“If you encounter that baldy, just tolerate him. Most normal people can’t afford to provoke him, that’s a huge faction with an Inherited Level Energy Machinist,” the old man sighed, shaking his head.

“Inherited Level powers, how impressive,” a young man could not help but say sarcastically, his expression cold.

“Shh, you’ll get in trouble if they hear you,” the young man’s companion hurriedly yanked his hand.

Garen watched that baldy over there calmly, he understood the position of Energy machinists now. And as one of the strongest Energy Machinist parties of the Mother Planet, he did not know just how powerful that was, but he did know it was at least at the same level as the Black Flood Party. It was impressive indeed.

“Baldhead Monba is the most overbearing person in this market, n.o.body dares to fight him,” said a low voice.

“So what? If he continues on like this, he’ll meet his match sooner or later.”

Garen could not be bothered with this, and turned around to leave. Suddenly his gaze swept across the crowd, and he froze on the spot.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him. Skintight white leather clothes, with some dark gold patterns on the shoulder. That s.e.xy figure, curves in all the right places, and that clear scar on her pretty face that did nothing to hide her charismatic aura, making her seem stronger instead.

“Celine!”

Celine had not seen him yet, and instead she walked up, frowning, until she was behind Baldhead. Then she kicked him hard.

Bam.

Baldhead turned around and grabbed her long leg.

“You dare ambush me!” When Baldhead turned around and saw Celine, his fierce expression instantly turned slightly pervy. “Yo, not bad, what a pretty little lady.”

“Let me go! Or you’ll suffer the consequences!” A hint of coldness flashed through Celine’s eyes. She had not thought that Baldhead would be so good at close combat, and would react so quickly.

“That’s strange. Everyone saw that it was this woman who purposely attacked me first,” said Baldhead loudly, laughing coldly.

“Celine, it has nothing to do with you!” The rabbit-eared young man hurriedly rushed over and tried to separate the two of them, but Baldhead blocked him and then swept him away. He fell onto the ground with a whoomph, and groaned, unable to get up.

“So you two know each other…” Baldhead looked up Celine’s long legs to the place between them pervertedly. “What pretty legs, let me cop a nice feel.” His other hand flew out and caressed Celine’s inner thigh.

“Let go!” Celine’s expression turned cold, and she gave him a hard jolt, but unexpectedly, she could not escape his control. Feeling that hand go past her knee and towards her the inner sides of her thigh, she started to grow anxious.

But for some reason, she felt all the energy slowly leaving her body.

“Celine, you’ve encountered a powerhouse, haven’t you? I told you a long time ago, there will always be someone stronger than you.” Suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside her.

Celine followed the voice and somehow saw Garen looking at her with a smile, walking to her slowly.