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The humming of the magnetic field generator completely subsided in the early hours of the third day.

The grippers at the end of the robotic arm precisely gripped the last piece of dark silver vibranium leg armor, slowly moving it downwards along a pre-set trajectory. The instant metal met metal—

Click.

The closing sound was deep and crisp, echoing two or three times in the empty workshop before dissipating.

It’s over.

The complete vibranium outer armor consists of seventeen main armor plates, forty-three secondary armor components, plus flexible vibranium woven layers at the joints. Three days and two nights, not a single piece was missing.

Li Yichen took seven or eight steps back and looked up.

The five-meter-tall Titan-01 stands in the center of the workshop. Its dark silver, streamlined outer armor fits snugly around the internal skeleton, every ridge exuding a chilling, industrial aesthetic of brutality. At the very center of its chest, the basketball-sized cold nuclear fusion energy core emits a ghostly blue light, like an eye that never closes, looking down upon all the tiny beings below.

The visual impact is off the charts.

When this thing stands in front of you, you don't think of it as a machine. You think of it as a god.

Ling'er's holographic image shot out from the watch, circled the Titan three times, her two pixelated eyes wide open, bigger than copper bells, and her mouth opened into a perfect O shape.

"elder brother……"

Her voice was trembling.

"This isn't just a mecha, it's a walking miracle of physics! It's so cool! I want to bow down to it!"

Li Yichen crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

The exhaustion from not sleeping for three days evaporated completely at this moment.

But you still have to save face.

"Stop flattering me." He cleared his throat, trying to sound calm. "Get the data out of here."

Ling'er immediately dropped her infatuated expression, and with her small hand, she drew a holographic panel in the air, and a stream of data filled the screen.

"Defense—the vibranium exoskeleton is over a thousand times harder than the strongest known alloy on Earth, and its temperature resistance exceeds one million degrees Celsius. Add to that an energy shield…"

She swallowed a virtual mouthful of saliva.

"Brother, let me put it this way. Apart from a high-yield nuclear bomb hitting it head-on, all the conventional weapons currently existing on Earth—armor-piercing shells, anti-tank missiles, electromagnetic guns, cruise missiles—are just tickling it, not even enough to scratch off a layer of paint."

Li Yichen nodded.

"Where's the motivation?"

Ling'er switched to a new page on her data panel and raised her voice by half a octave.

"Cold fusion is driven by unlimited energy, with a peak physical output of 800 to 1,000 tons."

She paused for a moment, then added a sentence as if afraid he wouldn't understand.

"Bro, what does a thousand tons mean? It can now grab the bow of a destroyer with its bare hands and tear it in half like a newspaper."

The workshop was silent for two seconds.

Li Yichen stared at the dark blue light on Titan's chest for a while, and then the corners of his mouth turned up again.

"Weapon system."

Ling'er flipped her little hand and switched the panel to the firepower page.

"Right arm, a large pulse weapon." She pointed to the Titan's thick right forearm. "A full-power shot—a head-on collision with a Type 9 heavy main battle tank, turning it into a pile of parts, saving even the cremation process."

"Shoulder laser weapon." A red beam of light appeared on the panel, tracing its trajectory from the Titan's shoulder armor all the way to the outside of the atmosphere.

"At maximum power output, at close range, it can penetrate an aircraft carrier in one shot; at long range, the beam can penetrate the atmosphere and reach low Earth orbit. It can hit any target precisely; those spy satellites hovering overhead—one beam of light will blind them."

Li Yichen raised an eyebrow.

Ling'er flew behind Titan and patted a protruding module.

"The most insane thing is this—the electromagnetic pulse generator on the back."

Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a strange sense of awe.

"Once this thing is activated, all electronic devices within a five-kilometer radius of the mech—cell phones, radar, communications, guidance systems, tank fire control systems—will be instantly paralyzed."

She made a throat-slitting gesture.

"One click sends the enemy back to the Stone Age."

The workshop was quiet for a few seconds.

"Finally, there's the flight mode. This five-meter-tall behemoth, despite its size, can still reach speeds of Mach 6 in extreme flight mode."

Li Yichen went through these data in his mind and slowly nodded.

"good."

His tone was as flat as if he were commenting on the braised pork in the cafeteria today.

"It's barely enough."

Ling'er's holographic figure froze in mid-air.

Two seconds later, she rolled her eyes so big they were almost exaggerated, and her entire chibi-style body leaned back at a 45-degree angle.

"Brother! You call this barely enough?"

She flew to him, kicked her short legs twice in mid-air, and poked his nose with her finger.

"You're not going out to fight a war in this thing! You're going to reboot Earth's civilization!"

"You say it's enough to destroy a main battle tank with one punch, enough to penetrate an aircraft carrier with one laser beam, enough for electronic warfare over a five-kilometer radius—what do you want in return? To ride it and punch the sun?"

Li Yichen was almost overwhelmed by her rapid-fire questions. His lips twitched twice, and he pointed his index finger and precisely flicked her holographic forehead.

Are you done yet?

"It's not over yet!" Ling'er muttered, rubbing her forehead. "What a waste... The Iron Rooster now possesses the strongest iron... no, the Vibranium Rooster..."

"Shut up."

Li Yichen laughed out loud, finally able to relax after three days of tension. He stretched his stiff and sore shoulders and neck, his joints cracking a series of sounds.

Sleepiness and hunger surged up at the same time, like two snakes that had been lying in wait for three days, suddenly biting him in the moment of relaxation.

"Alright, the stuff's done. We'll talk about the rest later." He picked up his coat from the workbench, draped it over his shoulder, and said, "Lock up the highest level of access to the lab building. No living person is allowed in."

"It's been locked for a while," Ling'er replied, pulling the watch back into her pocket. She added as she finished, "Brother, go look in the mirror. Your dark circles look like a panda's."

"roll."

-

When I looked up and saw the U8 drive into the Tomson Riviera garage, it was already completely dark.

Li Yichen dragged his leaden legs and pushed open the villa door. The light in the entryway was on, and the aroma of pork rib soup wafted from the living room.

Not quite steady yet.

A tiny pink cannonball burst out from behind the sofa, its two short legs thumping as it rushed over and grabbed his leg.

"elder brother!!"

Miao looked up, her little face upturned, her eyes bright yet filled with grievance.

"Where have you been these past few days? You haven't come back for days, and you haven't answered my calls! Miaomiao misses you so much!"

Li Yichen squatted down and rubbed her fluffy head.

"I've been busy with something really important these past few days and forgot to check my phone."

"What's so important? Is it more important than Miaomiao?!"

The little girl pouted, her hand still clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.

Li Yichen thought for two seconds, then whispered in her ear, pretending to be mysterious.

"My brother spent the last few days building a giant mech that can fight monsters."

Miao Miao's eyes lit up instantly, and her mouth opened wide: "Really? Like Ultraman?"

"Much more powerful than Ultraman."

"Could it even beat Godzilla?!"

"One punch, one kill."

Miao Miao screamed and ran back to the living room, waving her arms, shouting, "My sister and brother built something even more powerful than Ultraman!"

Li Yichen stood up, smiled, and shook his head.

Li Nian walked over from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of hot soup. She glanced at his face and frowned slightly.

The dark circles under his eyes, the stubble he hadn't shaved for three days, and the fact that he looked noticeably thinner.

She didn't ask him what he had been doing these past few days; she simply handed him the soup.

"Have some soup first. Uncle Zhou left some rice in the pot; I'll go heat it up for you."

Li Yichen took the bowl, and the steam from the pork rib soup hit his face, like a warm hand touching him.

"Yes. You've worked hard."

He stood in the entryway and gulped down the soup in one go, then handed the bowl back and patted Li Nian on the shoulder.

"Just heat up some food, I'll eat and then go to sleep."

-

I slept for fourteen hours straight.

When I opened my eyes again, bright white light was leaking through the gap in the curtains, and my phone showed that it was a little past one in the afternoon.

Li Yichen lay there for two minutes, staring at the ceiling.

My mind is clear now.

Titan is complete. Eight hundred tons of mineral crystals have been used up. With the dual enhancements of its vibranium armor and energy shield, this mech is unmatched on the entire planet Earth.

But the story doesn't end there.

The first batch of keel components for the space carrier will take another seven or eight days to roll off the atomic forging stand, and the two thousand Terminators will not be able to enter the dock until then.

A seven- or eight-day gap period.

It's impossible to be idle.

He sat up abruptly, and the 3D wireframe diagram of the Xuan Niao-01 stealth carrier-based fighter jet automatically surfaced in his mind. Twin engines, tailless, full-band stealth coating, maximum speed Mach 8. The standard aircraft for an aerospace carrier—an aircraft carrier without carrier-based aircraft is no different from an iron coffin.

The watch lit up.

Ling'er leaned out halfway and tilted her head to examine his expression.

"Brother, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm." Li Yichen threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet. He stretched and said, "The mothership keel still needs a few more days. We can't waste this window of opportunity."

He walked to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain, letting the afternoon sun shine on his face.

"Ling'er, how much superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy is left in stock?"

"After deducting the share reserved for the mothership, there is still a surplus of about 120 tons."

"That's enough." Li Yichen turned around, a smile playing on his lips.

"Let's use this time to develop the carrier-based aircraft for the mothership—build a prototype of the Xuan Niao fighter jet to practice on."

Ling'er popped out of the watch, her little hands rubbing together so hard they sparked, and the excitement on her chibi-style face almost overflowed the screen.

"Alright, bro! We have more than enough material for superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy. Let's show the aerospace industry on Earth what we're made of!"

She cleared her throat and imitated a broadcaster's voice.

"What is meant by 'dimensional reduction attack'?"

Li Yichen put on a T-shirt and grabbed his phone and car keys from the bedside table.

In his mind, the structure diagram of the Xuanniao fighter jet's anti-gravity assisted propulsion system was already unfolding automatically—the arrangement of the thirty-six sets of micro thrust vector nozzles needed to be re-optimized, and the aerodynamic layout of the original drawings would produce a drag redundancy of a few tenths of a percent at Mach 8...

He pushed open the bedroom door, his steps twice as fast as when he woke up.

Miao Miao's laughter and the background music from an animated film drifted from the living room downstairs.

Li Yichen didn't go downstairs; instead, he headed straight for the garage.

Ling'er floated beside his ear, her voice softening slightly.

"Brother, a fighter jet with Mach 8, no country on Earth has ever even touched that threshold."

Li Yichen opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine with one button.

That's what makes it interesting.

In the rearview mirror, the Tomson Riviera villa complex grew further and further away.

He stepped on the gas, and the car glided onto the empty afternoon road. Ahead, in the direction of the Future Aerospace Group, that giant silver-gray shipyard was waiting to be filled.

Before that—

He first needs to create a bird that can tear the sky apart.