Super Mechanic: God of Superpowers!

Chapter 143 I am your Ashes Brother

As the Dragon's Guard escorted the members of the three mercenary groups away, Goya suddenly leaned close to Ye Xiu and whispered, "Now only you and Black Star can move freely. Now that you're under the Dragon Throne's command, try to maneuver and see if you can release the Silver Spirit."

However, before she could finish speaking, she was dragged away by the guards.

Pert and Fatherney frantically exchanged glances; now only Alien and Black Star were able to move.

You are the electricity, the light, and the hope of the entire sheep village.

Brother, the fate of the Silver Spirits rests on your shoulders!

Visander swung his demon tail and approached, his tone warmer than a different person: "Now that you're in Longtan, you're colleagues. Lady Ames has always been kind to her subordinates. I'll take you to see the head steward to assign you duties."

As he spoke, he led the crowd toward the archway engraved with dragon patterns, completely forgetting that just half an hour earlier he had wanted to dismantle Ye Xiu's armor.

Ye Xiu nodded; he was well aware of the pros and cons of joining Ames's camp.

The Dragon Throne's staff was mostly a makeshift group, with only three core members truly important: one of them was the head steward who oversaw daily affairs, a position held by Amos's cousin;

Secondly, he was the logistics manager in charge of maintaining Longtan Floating Island, who was said to be a highly skilled mechanic.

As for the captain of the guard in front of us, Visander, he may look thin and frail, but he was actually a great pirate who once dominated the stars.

These three core members, known as the "Three Heroes of Longtan," are in charge of different areas. If players come to the floating island to accept a quest, they will basically have to deal with them.

Ye Xiu chatted familiarly with Visander, and based on his understanding of the captain of the guard, he quickly closed the distance between them.

After chatting for a while, Visander suddenly hooked his arm around Ye Xiu's shoulder and lowered his voice: "Hey Alien, what's the relationship between that person and Ames just now?"

"I've only met you once, how would I know?" Ye Xiu raised an eyebrow strangely. "But you, you seem to know a lot about the Dragon Throne..."

"Hahaha!" Visander laughed without any attempt to hide his laughter, his bronze skin gleaming under the light. "Although she always rejects my advances, with my charm and demeanor, I'll win her over sooner or later."

Ye Xiu carefully examined the other person's scaly face: "By the standards of the demon race, you could be considered an atypical handsome man."

"But your rival in love is Master Han!"

Of course, he didn't say the last sentence.

As for the mysterious person, he was not Ames's lover, but actually her mentor.

Among players, this NPC appears as an elusive interstellar merchant. When you encounter him, you can not only trade rare resources, but also have a chance to trigger a special message delivery mission—just like the commission he just completed.

The other party's avoidance was not an excuse; in a sense, it allowed Ames to resolve her inner conflict ahead of time.

There are many rumors about the Dragon Throne's past, but in reality, her origins are surprisingly ordinary.

After experiencing family tragedy in her childhood, it was this mentor who adopted the girl who had been living on the streets, not only guiding her to awaken her supernatural abilities but also laying an extraordinary foundation for her.

When the master and apprentice parted ways, they made a promise: the day Ames became famous throughout the galaxy would be the day they would reunite.

Unexpectedly, after she truly achieved the prestige of the Dragon Throne, that person disappeared without a trace, which gave Ye Xiu an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

After passing through the scattered buildings on the floating islands, the group arrived at a high-rise building with a plaque that read "General Affairs Office".

In the top-floor office, more than ten assistants were frantically processing documents. An ordinary-looking woman, engrossed in reviewing documents behind her desk, glanced up and looked over—it was Jenny, Ames' cousin and chief confidante, and the head housekeeper.

"New guy." Visander tapped the doorframe with his knuckles. "Get him a job."

"Name, abilities." Jenny's pen flew across the paper, her words flowing as fast as bullets.

"Alien, Superhuman, Rank B."

The others also gave similar responses.

"Alright, those from the alien planets will go to the guard unit, and those from the Black Star planets, since the mechanical team is short-staffed, will go to the logistics department." The pen scratched across the paper. "Uniform badges will be issued in three days."

"Good." This arrangement suits Ye Xiu's wishes perfectly.

Visander smiled and put his arm around Ye Xiu's shoulder: "I'll personally take care of your squad, don't worry." This demon guard captain seemed gloomy, but after getting to know him, he turned out to be surprisingly generous.

The two had been chatting happily just now, and now they seemed to have developed a mutual appreciation for each other.

Just then, Dragon Throne Ames suddenly appeared and, without saying a word, snatched Hela and Aurora from Ye Xiu's side.

"I'll lend it to you for a bit, and I'll return it to you later." With that, Ames manipulated the force field to take Hela and Aurora away from there.

Ye Xiu raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more.

Han Xiao's eyes flickered slightly as he touched his double chin.

……

The rusty red metal corridor reeked of a fishy stench. Holland was stroking the transparent dome of the confinement pod, inside which the skin of the curled-up Silver Spirit gleamed like pearls.

These days he has rejected offers from seven buyers, his fingertips swiping back and forth on the trading screen—those numbers don't even match the value of this cosmic treasure.

The encrypted communicator suddenly beeped, and in the holographic projection, Pike's face looked like a crumpled star map, his hoarse voice like rusty gears grinding: "It's time to settle the final payment for the Silver Spirits."

"You're pretty tough, old man." Holland swirled the crimson wine, the blue light from the projector flowing over him.

"I was almost torn to pieces by those mercenaries!" Parker's neck was still wrapped in a bio-gel bandage. "As agreed."

"An agreement?" Holland suddenly leaned closer to the camera, his vertical pupils shrinking into two golden lines. "It was your cargo that was hijacked, and I salvaged these treasures from the ruins."

He licked his forked tongue. "Do scavengers have to pay idiots who lose their goods?"

Communication abruptly stopped.

Parki's pale gold skin was stained with angry purple spots as he furiously squeezed the control panel, leaving five dents.

More than the unscrupulous merchant's betrayal, he hated the mercenaries who ruined his plans—the plasma dagger pierced the communication terminal, and amidst the flying sparks came a low, guttural growl: "Alien...I'll stuff you all into the chambers of a planet-shattering cannon."

Just as Pike was sulking to himself, a spaceship with a matte finish was docking in the shadows of the port.

The dark red patterns revealed when the hatch opened looked exactly like dried blood.

"Ashes, we've arrived!"

……

The Dark Star spaceship, converted into a civilian transport ship, slowly docked in the port, its gangway making a screeching sound as it met the rusty metal dock.

Ash pulled his hood down, a dark red scarf covering the lower half of his face. Behind him, twelve team members dressed as merchants carried weapon cases disguised as suitcases as they descended the gangway.

The salty, fishy air carried the roars of a distant brawl, and dozens of greedy eyes in the shadows of the dock were like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.

As he walked through the loading and unloading area piled with prohibited containers, Ash's boots became sticky with some kind of bluish-purple slime.

At the corner of the alley, the mangled remains of a half-cyborg, with exposed circuit boards still crackling and sparking.

After winding around to avoid the main street, the leaning alloy buildings on both sides almost pressed down on our heads, and suddenly a basin of steaming acidic wastewater was poured out of a broken window.

"Boss, three o'clock." The team member whispered in the encrypted channel.

In the fading light of the ashes, a fleeting reflection flashed across the rusted fire ladder—the cold glint of a gun scope.

As the two groups of interstellar thugs surrounded them from the front and back alleys, Ash noticed that they all had crossbones branded on their necks.

The scarred, burly man leading the group pressed a pulse rifle against his forehead, his sulfurous breath seeping through his mask: "New guy, do you know the rules of Lontan?"

The retinal projection of ash flashed with a carbon element distribution map, and the human body in front of him was instantly analyzed as a pulsating molecular structure.

As the pirate captain's knuckles began to pull the trigger, all the crew members instinctively took a half-step back—they had seen too many signs before their captain activated his abilities.

Captain Ash's ability is the manipulation of carbon atoms, making him the nemesis of all carbon-based life forms.

As long as carbon atoms are present in his body, he can cause extremely terrifying real damage.

This is also the origin of the name Ash, whose potential level of superpower is as high as A+.

It's just a hair's breadth away from reaching the extremely rare S-rank.

Without a sound, the scarred, muscular man suddenly froze into a gray-white statue.

As the night wind blew by, his body collapsed like a sandcastle, his nanofiber combat suit limply piled on the black carbon powder.

The remaining thugs' terrified screams were caught in their throats, turning into the ashes of twelve human-shaped silhouettes, leaving only the soft rustling of clothes falling to the ground in the alley.

"Cleanup complete." The adjutant kicked aside the metal shoulder armor blocking his way, and half of a carbonized mechanical prosthetic eye rolled out from it.

The group continued forward, stepping on the scattered black crystals, their boots making a crisp sound like shattering glass as they rolled over them.

The temporary base was located on the third underground floor of a honeycomb structure.

Ash removed his breathing mask, revealing skin as pale as marble.

When the holographic projection lit up the diagram of the slave market, the sound of a young team member's Adam's apple bobbing was particularly clear in the silence.

"Should we just storm in and snatch them?" someone suggested.

"No." The intelligence officer pulled up the surveillance footage of the Dragon Throne floating palace. "Three hours ago, Ames tore apart a smuggling ship, and the wreckage is still floating in near-Earth orbit."

Ash's fingertips traced a crimson path on the holographic screen: "The purchasing department has prepared 300,000 inars."

He paused for a moment, staring at the gem necklace around the neck of one of the Silver Spirit prisoners in the projection—it was the disguised form of the Whisper Bead. "Don't rush to use force; this is, after all, Dragon's Lair."

……

On a street in Longtanfu Island.

Ye Xiu was leading his clones to enforce the law.

He passed a watermelon stand and casually asked, "Boss, are your watermelons guaranteed to be ripe?"

The watermelon stand owner, a blue-skinned lizard man, turned red with anger upon hearing this. Was he here to cause trouble?

"Big brother, don't worry, it's guaranteed to be cooked. Otherwise, you can cut off my tail and use it to make hot pot."

"Never mind, I find it smelly."

After saying that, Ye Xiu turned and headed towards the next street.

Just then, he heard staggering footsteps behind him.

"Alien! Alien!" Theon screamed like a mechanical cat whose tail had been stepped on.

This once arrogant guard squad leader now had a bio-gel bandage on his nose that was still seeping with pale yellow tissue fluid, and he was followed by seven or eight equally wounded followers.

Ye Xiu turned around with feigned surprise, his tactical boot crushing a carbonized eyeball on the ground—a souvenir left behind from the "training" session with his clone the day before yesterday.

"Captain Theon? Your new look is quite unique." He reached out and poked the other's bruised cheekbone. "The latest tactical camouflage?"

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"Please, have mercy!" Theon fell to his knees with a thud, causing the stun baton at his waist to clatter to the ground. "Those lunatics hung me from the anti-gravity engine's opening yesterday and blew on it for half an hour! Listen to my voice!"

He pulled open his collar, revealing a laser burn mark on his neck that read "Rookie 007".

Ye Xiu leaned against the rusted GG pillar, toying with a nerve blaster offered by a guard: "We're improving the overall quality of the Dragon Tank's defenses."

He suddenly leaned close to Theon's ear and said, "Do you know why the Captain-Commander isn't doing anything? Visander bet five hundred inars on your squad not lasting three days."

Theon's pupils contracted sharply as he finally realized he had become a source of amusement for the higher-ups.

He trembled as he brought up the holographic projection of his account, and numbers danced before Ye Xiu's eyes: "Two thousand! No, three thousand! This is the money I was saving to buy a mechanical kidney!"

"What a pity." A blue light flashed in Ye Xiu's eyes as he remotely connected to a guard's channel. "Awei, prepare to begin the fourth phase of the 'Space Bungee Jump' training—"

"Five thousand!" Theon's scream startled the electronic crows on the roof. "And them!" He pulled his trembling teammates behind him. "These bastards, each of them pays a thousand!"

When the transfer notification sounded for the 13th time, the words "Medical Fund +34000" flashed across Ye Xiu's tactical visor.

He whistled as he stepped over the limp Theon and casually slipped a crumpled flyer into the man's pocket—"Used Prosthetics 50% Off Sale, Contact: Logistics Department Technician Han."

The neon lights of the slave market spelled out "Welcome" behind him as Theon's squad crawled with their last ounce of strength toward the nearest medical station.

……

Just then, Ye Xiu suddenly encountered a man dressed in a gray robe walking into the slave market. Especially after feeling the man's considerable pressure, he couldn't help but think to himself:

"The ashes have indeed arrived!"

Not long after, Ash walked out looking displeased and returned to his spot.

"Captain, how are the negotiations going?"

Ash's fingertips traced a crimson path on the holographic sand table, and the 3D projection of the Dragon Tan Floating Island was decomposing.

Upon seeing the carbon spores wriggling in the underground pipe network, the adjutant suddenly coughed violently—those nanoscale creations, which had been lurking for three days, had infiltrated the ventilation system of the entire slave market.

"Plans changed, let's just grab them directly." Ash flicked his finger, shattering the sand table, and a countdown appeared among the scattered data fragments: 00:59:59.

It's not that Dark Star is short of money, it's just that it needs to consider whether it's worth it.

Moreover, that unscrupulous merchant is very likely to raise prices again.

And what faction is Dark Star?

Goodness gracious, we're the villains!

If you just obediently become the sucker, then where is the professional ethics of being a villain?

……

Jenny approached Ye Xiu and said casually, "Dragon Throne left the island the day before yesterday. Remember to behave yourself these days."

Ye Xiu pursed his lips, then feigned curiosity and asked, "Where did the Dragon Throne go?"

"I was in a bad mood, so I went to pick a fight." Jenny's poker face remained expressionless as her data glasses flashed blue.

"I'll be in full control while the throne is away." Jenny finally looked up, her gaze behind her glasses sharp as a knife: "Visander is in charge of security, and Haier is keeping an eye on the power plant. You'd better not get any funny ideas." It was as if she had "I'm watching you" etched on her forehead.

Ye Xiu could certainly understand the underlying meaning, but without saying anything more, he turned around and went to find Hela and Aurora to have a heart-to-heart talk with them.

……

A few days later, at the slave market.

Holland dialed the number and asked Ye Xiu, "Is your employer ready to make the payment?"

"I don't know," Ye Xiu replied casually, as he was sparring with Hela.

"Hmph, don't waste time!" Holland abruptly cut off the communication, grabbed a glass full of hallucinogenic drinks and took a big gulp, his pupils glowing with an unusual light and his eyes glazing over.

"If the Silver Spirits refuse to compromise, that masked man is a ready-made replacement."

He viewed the ashes as a backup plan, confident that victory was assured.

Thinking of the huge profits that were about to be made, Holland excitedly emptied the liquid from the bottom of his glass and hummed a tuneless folk song from his hometown.

In the shadows, countless prying eyes were focused on this place.

This is the time for Operation Dark Star.

Ash's plan was not a direct assault but rather a penetration, aiming to avoid causing a major disturbance.

Since he didn't know whether Ames was on the floating island, even someone as proud and arrogant as him had to act cautiously in the face of a super A-level powerhouse who could easily annihilate him.

Several interstellar bandit gangs were mixed in with the accompanying entourage.

Ash easily lured this group of desperados into joining his gang by disguising his identity and promising them benefits.

This move can both confuse Longtan and serve as a scapegoat when necessary.

"Energy system complete?" Ash pressed the headset to confirm. "Main AI defense breached, jamming device activation countdown 120 seconds."

The technician reported: "The target area will experience a power outage, and the monitoring system will misinterpret it as a circuit failure. The implanted camouflage program can maintain a 17-minute safety window."

Ash nodded in approval of the action plan.

The task force was divided into two groups: the technical group was responsible for creating a power outage, while the combat group took the opportunity to carry out rescue operations.

As the clock struck the predetermined point, the entire block was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Amidst the gasps of surprise, the ashes activated the carbon element's perception.

The device, which had been installed a few days earlier, was activated, and metal capsules disguised as stones seeped out from the cracks in the wall.

*Sizzle*—Colorless hypnotic mist erupted from the bursting capsule, instantly filling the interior of the building.

The gas, based on the principle of nerve paralysis, took effect quickly, and security personnel collapsed to the ground one after another.

Holland lost consciousness as soon as he touched the alarm button and collapsed in front of the control panel.

……

Ash's special ability is to manipulate carbon atoms, and can condense, separate, and recombine molecular structures to change the form of matter.

Most substances in nature contain carbon, and with his current abilities, manipulating basic substances like rocks is a piece of cake.

Under the cover of night, the group sneaked into the slave market.

Guided by the fluorescent veins formed by carbon elements, the ash precisely locates the underground cell.

The power outage rendered the electronic locks ineffective, allowing them to enter unimpeded and release all the prisoners.

"Is it the rescue team?" The Silver Spirit prisoner cried tears of joy, but froze on the spot after seeing the masked man's attire.

The Dark Star Warrior's mask gleamed coldly as Ash announced to the interstellar mobs, "According to the agreement, the Silver Spirits belong to us."

As soon as a few greedy pirates raised their objections, spiderweb-like black patterns appeared on their skin, instantly turning into carbon dust and dissipating.

"Any more questions?" Ash's fingertips were shrouded in black mist.

The crowd trembled as they divided the remaining slaves, daring not to utter another word.

But at that moment, Ye Xiu, who was prepared, stepped out from the corner, and endless lightning slammed into the ashes.

"Not good." Ash's expression changed slightly, and then he made a fierce move, manipulating the carbon atoms in Ye Xiu's body, trying to decompose him into ashes.

"Buzz!"

The supernatural power acted on Ye Xiu through the lightning armor.

Several prompts appeared on the screen:

[You have been attacked by [Ash]'s [Carbon Atom Deconstruction] attack, taking 998 points of true damage.]

[You have been attacked by [Ash]'s [Carbon Atom Deconstruction] attack, taking 888 points of true damage.]

[The Temperamental Body feat is active! You are immune to all true damage!]

Through the panel, Ye Xiu saw a series of light blue "-0" damage values ​​appear on his body.

His expression changed drastically beneath the ash mask as he sensed that the carbon structure within the other's body was as stable as neutron star matter.

Ye Xiu's hands crackled with lightning, and he suddenly unleashed a terrifying lightning shockwave.

A fierce shockwave erupted, like a golden spear piercing the darkness, slamming into Ash's face!

(End of this chapter)