Collapse Iron: My Past Life Revealed, I Was Everyone's White Moonlight

As the soothing and calming aroma filled the air, drowsiness crept in.

Liu Ying nodded vaguely and slowly closed her eyes.

Sam fell silent as he gazed at the sleeping firefly inside the medical pod.

Is time running out...?

Sam turned around and went to the control panel next to him.

There are three documents on the control panel.

One is a study on entropy loss, and the other is a current record of the mental synchronization between Firefly and Firefly Type IV.

And the last one...

Sam stared quietly at the cover with the words "Firefly Project" written on it.

Everyone in the empire, including the Empress, believed that Project Firefly was a project to develop a new generation of mechs with him at its core.

But only he knew.

This plan was conceived... no.

Before he joined the army, after learning what this place and time it was, he decided that the plan would only exist for one person.

Sam's fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the "Firefly Project" on the table.

Since your body is experiencing a physical "entropy increase" due to entropy loss syndrome.

Then I...

"drop--"

The sound of the communication device roused Sam from his reverie.

"Doctor, General Titan is looking for you and has gone to the development lab."

"I see."

After hanging up the communication, Sam glanced at the sleeping firefly in the medical pod and walked out the door.

……

Mecha Development Lab.

Compared to when I brought Firefly here last time, when it was just a skeleton, Firefly Type IV is now almost complete.

On the massive construction platform, a heavy mech, entirely silver-white, stood silently.

The design features sleek lines, a powerful aesthetic, and sophisticated weapon modules throughout.

All of this demonstrates its power and terror as the ultimate weapon.

On the platform.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a black general's uniform, with a burly build and a stern face, was quietly watching the Firefly IV in front of him.

He carried the golden star insignia representing an Imperial Lieutenant General on his shoulder, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded the iron-blooded aura of someone who had been through many battles.

Behind him followed a squad of fully armed soldiers, making it clear that they were up to no good.

As Sam walked into the development room, the researchers inside all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sa..." A researcher was about to speak to explain the situation.

Sam waved his hand to indicate that he understood, then looked at the newcomer and asked calmly, "General Titan, what brings you here?"

He said that, but he had already guessed Titan's intentions.

They probably heard about what he's been doing lately and came looking for trouble.

Titan, rank: Lieutenant General.

He is the conservative leader of the Grammer Empire's military and the most steadfast "weapon-only" advocate.

In other words, in his view, genetically modified warriors like Firefly are nothing more than weapons and consumables.

It's simply not worth investing such a huge amount of resources.

as predicted.

"Dr. Sam."

Titan looked at Sam.

"I heard that you used the highest level of authority in Project Firefly for a 'Ironclad' that was on the verge of being scrapped, and even... you're building a custom Type IV mech for her?"

General Titan's gaze swept over the nearly completed Firefly IV, his eyes filled with disdain and skepticism.

"Dr. Sam, I hope you understand that all 'Firefly' mechs are the property of the Empire."

"They should be entrusted to the finest warriors to serve Her Majesty the Empress and the Empire."

"Instead of becoming a toy for some people to satisfy their selfish desires."

Sam glanced at Titan and said indifferently, "General Titan, this is my private project, and it doesn't seem to be your place to interfere."

"A private project?" Titan sneered. "Using the Empire's resources and squandering countless taxpayers' fortunes, you call this a private project?"

"The fighting on the front lines is intense right now, and every resource is crucial."

"How dare a piece of junk, with a serial number over 20,000, possess such a powerful mech?"

Sam's eyes turned cold instantly upon hearing this.

"Vice Admiral Titan." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone. "Watch your words."

"Words?" Titan seemed to find it a joke. "I'm just stating a fact."

"I heard you even gave that discarded item a name... I think it was called Firefly?"

"She was already in the terminal stage of entropy loss and had long been deemed 'discarded' by the medical department, yet you used your privileges to forcibly remove her from the discard list?"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"You're not wrong," Sam calmly admitted. "But so what?"

"She is now my assistant, my sister, and the sole designated pilot of this mecha."

"This is my authority as the chief designer of the 'Firefly Project,' and it's none of your business to interfere."

"Sam!" Sam ignored him.

Titan's voice suddenly rose, filled with oppressive force: "Don't think that just because you have Her Majesty the Empress's favor, you can do whatever you want!"

"I order you to immediately halt this absurd plan!"

"Transfer that Type IV mech to me along with that consumable item. I'll use it for a more 'suitable' purpose!"