Super Mechanic: God of Superpowers!

Chapter 180 The Fruit of Face

Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment, completely caught off guard.

These assault ships were clearly spoils of war that we fought our way back to, so why is Battate suddenly coming to steal them?

His mind raced, various possibilities flashing through his mind only to be overturned.

It's just a few small assault ships, why would Godora be so stingy?

Could it be that Batte is trying to expand his gains through this?

It seems unlikely, considering that the other party didn't think much of Hailanxing when they collaborated before.

But at least he was being polite to himself; he wouldn't risk a falling out over something like this.

Butter, on the other hand, remained calm and showed no sign of guilt, which only made Ye Xiu more curious:

"Are you sure these ships belong to you? If I remember correctly, I'm the one who shot them down."

"That's true," Barthes replied smoothly.

"However, according to procedure, the equipment left behind by Dark Star on the disaster-stricken planet is considered our Godora's spoils of war. This is a basic clause in our rescue operation."

"What kind of procedure is this?"

"It's written in the operations manual issued by the War Bureau."

Ye Xiu's smile widened: "Back then, you were the ones who evacuated Aquamarine first, which allowed the assault team to take advantage of the situation. In the end, wasn't I the one who had to clean up the mess?"

"That's called strategic planning," Batte said without batting an eye.

"The situation was urgent at the time, and it was better to tie down the enemy's main force than to fight them head-on."

"If we hadn't held back the main force of Dark Star, you would have faced at least three times more enemies. In terms of merit, we deserve more credit."

We hope Commander Ye will cooperate with our work.

That makes some sense.

Without the Godora fleet confronting them head-on, they certainly wouldn't have gained any advantage.

It's normal for people who come all the way to help with disaster relief to want to grab some spoils of war.

But the problem is.

Ye Xiu suddenly grinned: "Commander Ba seems to have made a mistake. We Longtan field agents are interstellar mercenaries who do things for money."

"They're not indigenous forces that your Godora can control."

Barthes' expression froze instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing but he couldn't utter a word.

The two just stared at each other, one trying to put on airs but unable to.

The person opposite him is a star figure from the Dragon Tank, while I am just an ordinary commander. The difference in status is like night and day.

More and more onlookers gathered around, mercenaries watched the spectacle with cigarettes in their mouths, and Godora soldiers pretended to patrol but were actually listening intently.

The most enthusiastic were the players; they practically shoved the camera right in the two people's faces.

"What's going on?" Nagokin's loud voice suddenly boomed from the crowd.

Barthes reluctantly finished reporting the situation.

He felt that he had followed all the rules and regulations, and that the process of confiscating the supplies was in accordance with the rules.

But Ye Xiu didn't buy it at all, leaving him in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Nagokin's superior arrived in time, and he was finally relieved.

To everyone's surprise, Nagokin's face darkened as he listened, and he suddenly slammed his fist on the table, yelling, "Batet, have you lost your mind?"

"Huh?" Bartette was completely dumbfounded.

"If it weren't for the alien forces intervening, the Dark Star Fleet would have vanished long ago! Who do you think took down the command ship?"

Nagokin's spittle flew everywhere.

He had long disliked this subordinate who always acted on his own initiative, and today he finally got the chance to vent his anger.

Alien Star is currently at the height of its power, and he doesn't want his subordinates' stupidity to ruin the cooperation between the two sides.

By personally reprimanding his subordinates, he both saved face for the aliens and preserved Godora's dignity.

Barthes had been hoping her boss would back her up, but instead she was berated mercilessly, leaving her red-faced with embarrassment and too ashamed to retaliate.

After venting his anger, Nagokin's expression changed instantly when he turned to Ye Xiu: "My men are ignorant, please don't take it to heart."

"As expected." Ye Xiu said with a forced smile.

"You can do whatever you want with the spoils; we Godora are the most loyal of all."

Nagokin gave a signal, grabbed Battet by the back of the collar, and dragged him outside.

The onlookers were finally relieved.

The two big shots were locked in a fierce battle just now, and neither of them dared to breathe too loudly.

Ye Xiu watched the Gedora people walk away, then turned around and called his men to inspect the spaceship.

He knew all too well how things worked out; if it were some nobody with no connections today, Nagokin would have pretended not to hear.

These officials are all the same; they treat people differently based on their status.

However, the fact that the top management of Godora were forced to bow down shows that all the effort they've put in over the past few months hasn't been in vain.

Of course, he also understood that face is earned through strength, and if you have the ability, people will naturally support you.

When the news reached the six kingdoms, the high-ranking officials saw Ye Xiu being treated as an honored guest.

Thinking about my current situation as a nobody in the interstellar community, I'm filled with regret.

I increasingly feel that back then, clinging to the aliens was a wise move.

The gaming forums were already in an uproar.

Some players managed to extract inside information from the mercenaries, revealing the full extent of Godora's bizarre decision to desert her post.

While cursing Dark Star for making their mission progress reset to zero, everyone also criticized Godora for being unfair.

Ye Xiu's performance in confronting the enemy head-on won him another wave of fans.

While not quite as miraculous as a savior, they truly held their own in crucial moments.

Players already felt that this NPC was quite nice.

Now, compared to the lackluster Godora, my favorability rating is soaring. It's all thanks to the contrast with its peers.

This kind of reliable persona has always been popular, coupled with outstanding appearance, a pleasant voice, and striking good looks, and every move they make exudes charm.

Ye Xiu felt that he would definitely gain a huge number of female fans this time!

Of course, rough-around-the-edges fans are also perfectly fine; his audience doesn't discriminate between men, women, or children, he accepts them all.

What kind of powder isn't powder?

However, the size of the player base hasn't grown much...

After all, through long-term operation, he had already deeply penetrated the Blue Ocean Star market and basically included all potential users.

What needs to be done now is daily maintenance and continuous efforts to cultivate fan loyalty.

To expand our user base, we need to develop markets in other galaxies, but the timing isn't right yet.

While the incident was still spreading among players, Ye Xiu inspected the damage to the nine assault ships.

The mercenaries were too ruthless, causing extensive damage to the internal structure.

The intelligent system needs to be fully upgraded to the Buzz Monster system; it simply cannot be used normally without the modification.

Fortunately, the spaceship wreckage scattered throughout Blue Ocean Star was readily available material, so there was no need for additional procurement costs.

These debris fragments are distributed across half the planet, some sinking to the bottom of the sea and others crashing onto land, and can be precisely located using spacecraft radar.

Ye Xiu sent a team of mercenaries in a transport ship to retrieve them; they estimated it would take two or three days to bring them all back.

Ye Xiu has no plans to delve into the core secrets of the Alienation Disaster for the time being.

Firstly, I was afraid it would affect the settlement of task rewards; secondly, that thing was really disgusting; and most importantly, it touched upon my own interests.

Besides causing trouble for Godora and making it easier for him to reap the benefits, leaving this mess can also serve as a temporary shield.

If we resolve the alienation crisis on Blue Ocean Star now, those people from Dark Star might just overturn the table, and the planet won't be able to withstand their antics.

I can run away at any time, but I can't just take the whole planet with me.

The only entities in the entire universe capable of doing this are probably the three top civilizations or some super A-level overpowered beings.

The former site of the Budding Organization on the continent of Andia.

Just hours earlier, a fireball falling from the sky blasted a trench a hundred meters long into the scorched earth, and when the smoke cleared, the burning wreckage of the spaceship was revealed.

It just so happens to be the Dark Star assault ship that the mercenary group shot down.

At the edge of the ruins, a skeleton suddenly moved, swaying as it walked towards the wreckage.

The alien organism parasitizing the spine sensed the high-energy reaction from the spaceship's energy core.

Since absorbing the residual nuclear radiation from the Sprout Base, this corpse has become abnormally sensitive to energy fluctuations.

The sudden appearance of spaceship wreckage was like a buffet delivered right to your door.

The skeleton crawled into the cabin through a crack in the hull and, following the energy fluctuations, found the leaking energy compartment.

Black tentacles erupted from the alien prototype, wrapping the energy core in a cocoon-like shape.

The air is distorted by the energy siphon, and the tentacles expand and contract continuously with the flow of energy.

The high-purity fuel stored in the spacecraft's energy compartment is being devoured at an increasingly rapid rate.

The mutated entity gradually emitted a "thump-thump" sound similar to a heartbeat, and its entire body began to pulsate rhythmically.

The energy core emitted a low, trembling sound before finally falling silent, its faint light flickering a few times before extinguishing completely.

The twisted tentacles slowly retracted into the body, leaving only the pale skeleton standing there.

Suddenly, countless sticky black liquids burst open on the surface of the skeleton, splashing everywhere like an overturned bucket of asphalt.

These oily substances continued to gush forth until they turned the entire cabin into a vast, inky black ocean.

As the last drop of slime fell, a sudden change occurred. All the dark matter suddenly began to writhe like living things, surging back towards the central skeleton as if the tide were receding.

The sizzling sound of the slime clinging to the skeleton continued for a long time, eventually coalescing into a human-shaped outline.

The originally jagged skeleton has been reshaped into a muscular body by a black gel.

Facial features floated and drifted on the liquid surface, eventually settling into a sharply defined face.

If there were any bystanders here, they might think of a leader who had never been disfigured.

The newborn suddenly opened its mouth wide and made a babbling sound like a baby learning to speak. The air ripples caused by the vibration of its vocal cords made it tilt its head in confusion.

At this moment, the alien progenitor is undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

Excess energy is no longer passively absorbed; some of it is converted into controllable proliferation substances.

This allows it to release an astonishing amount of active colloids despite its small size.

This meticulously crafted mimic body is a perfect replica, created through the shared sensory memories of billions of infected individuals.

Beneath the jet-black skin, every pore exudes the ultimate understanding of form by primal life.

As it looked down at its newly grown palms, it experienced, for the first time in millions of years, the wondrous sensation of independently controlling its body.

A strange emotion began to sprout deep within my consciousness.

This body, no longer dominated by the collective consciousness, gradually cleared up the chaotic thoughts, like a dusty mirror being suddenly polished.

It staggered along, each step triggering entirely new feedback in its neurons.

The indistinct syllables of "breathing and fingers" spilled from his throat, but at that moment, a massive amount of memory data surged back at him.

The newborn staggered and crashed through the hatch, leaving crooked footprints in the blood-red sunset before finally disappearing into the dust and smoke of the wilderness.

At this moment, in a monitoring station thousands of miles away, a piercing alarm sounded through the sky.

The Dark Star Special Forces members stared at the wildly fluctuating energy curve, their uniforms soaked with cold sweat.

The 37th item in the operation manual clearly states: When the alien entity enters the autonomous mimicry stage, it means that the countdown to the world-destroying evolution has begun.

……

Ye Xiu strolled leisurely to the conference room door. According to the schedule, today was another day for Godora and the shelter's senior management to meet.

He was already used to these disaster relief coordination meetings that he had to meet every few days.

When I pushed open the door, Bennett and Nagokin were already sitting at the round table.

He had just settled into the leather swivel chair when the people opposite him nodded to him as a greeting, and then continued to discuss the distribution of disaster relief supplies.

Ye Xiu didn't pay much attention to these things and didn't say much, just resting his chin on his hand and watching them discuss for almost half an hour.

The topic suddenly shifted when Nagokin put the tablet down on the table:

"Right now, Godora and Dark Star are at odds."

Those guys specifically target the most severely damaged planets for surprise attacks, forcing the War Bureau to continuously deploy troops to various planets. The two sides are now locked in a tug-of-war.

"This doesn't sound like good news." Ye Xiu finally straightened up.

"Who says otherwise?" Nagokin tugged at his collar.

"We have to defend more than a dozen planets, and our fleet is scattered across various star systems."

"Dark Star's tactic of splitting their forces is truly disgusting. Although they're barely maintaining a balance now, what if they concentrate their firepower on one place one day?"

He spread his hands without saying anything more, and sighs echoed throughout the conference room.

"Surely there's a way to solve this?"

"There really is one." Nagokin drew a 3D star map on the light screen.

"The War Affairs Bureau is preparing to deploy a military jump track base station, which should be completed in the next two days."

The latest novel is first published here!

Bennett stroked his stubble: "This sounds unfamiliar, what exactly is it?"

"Simply put, it's an interstellar version of a portal," Ye Xiu continued.

He stared at the slowly rotating silver ring-shaped device in the holographic projection.

This thing looks like a mechanical ring magnified a hundred times, with a faint blue quantum pattern flowing across its surface.

As a powerful weapon in interstellar warfare, this type of base station can instantly connect fleets separated by light-years through directional wormholes.

Despite its resemblance to an ordinary space station, it is equipped with a phase folding engine and a gravity anchor.

Top civilizations without stargate construction technology simply can't operate this way.

Godora purchased this batch of equipment from a cluster-level civilization at a high price, and it's said that the council's treasurer's hand was shaking when he signed it.

To deploy this precious asset, we must first establish spatial anchor points in various strategic locations.

The base station itself is like the mother nest at the center of a spider web, with its extensive quantum channels capable of instantly deploying an entire fleet.

In this way, no matter which planet Dark Star attacks, the reinforcement fleet will arrive in the blink of an eye, and the journey that originally required more than half a month of warp jumps will be compressed into three minutes.

"With such a huge investment, it seems the War Bureau doesn't want to continue being a sitting duck." Ye Xiu tapped the table with his fingers.

"But with something this precious, Dark Star will probably pounce on it like a shark smelling blood."

"It would be a miracle if they didn't come," Nagokin said calmly.

Since the War Bureau dared to reveal this trump card, it had already laid a tight net around the base station.

If those elusive Dark Star fleets dare to show themselves, the garrison, which has been lying in wait for a long time, will be able to catch them like turtles in a jar.

Ye Xiu squinted at the flashing anchor coordinates on the star map, then suddenly shook his head.

Currently, Godora has not truly taken the crisis seriously.

Although the Dark Star's attack impacted this civilization, the real casualties were on the affected planets, while the damage to Godora's home planet remained manageable.

This allows those in power to maintain their confidence in controlling the overall situation.

But Ye Xiu knew that this opponent was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

'The base station has appeared; Dark Star should make its next move,' he thought to himself.

Just as Nagokin was about to speak, a faint commotion suddenly arose in the distance, initially as elusive as a candle flickering in the wind.

In an instant, the unrest, like a wildfire, roared and swept across the entire refuge space.

The clamor rose and fell, penetrating the walls and even causing the floor to tremble.

Clang.

The explosion-proof glass windows of the conference room rattled amidst the noise. Bennett abruptly stood up, his military uniform folds bunching up with the violent movement.

"Retrieve the surveillance footage immediately!" he shouted sternly.

On the holographic screen, the once orderly shelter has been turned into a chaotic vortex.

The refugees who had been injected with inhibitors began to show signs of alienation again, and even more alarmingly, the patrolling guards were not spared.

The last line of defense for maintaining order collapsed.

The mass uprising of tens of millions of people unleashed a devastating storm.

The physical brawl and the heart-wrenching screams intertwined into a web.

Meanwhile, many more people were frantically fleeing outwards, as if this steel fortress had suddenly transformed into a man-eating behemoth.

The fugitives formed a black torrent, and the moment someone fell, they were trampled and submerged by those who followed.

The players stared in disbelief at the quest panel.

The progress bar for "Alienation Disaster" is evaporating at an alarming rate.

"The second phase has begun." Han Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression darkened.

Ye Xiu stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Unlike the indiscriminate riots in the early stages, all the infected are now like puppets being manipulated by invisible threads.

Those refugees who are running for their lives may seem crazy, but they are actually being driven by a higher-dimensional consciousness.

The alien entity has clearly become aware of the containment measures and is weakening its control by dispersing the infected.

The cries and screams outside the corridor grew increasingly louder. Ye Xiu grabbed his communicator and began issuing orders: "All combat units, take note! Immediately execute the forced sedation plan!"

He glimpsed the red alert for drug inventory and knew that the current dose of inhibitors would be insufficient to meet even a third of the demand.

The only way to buy time is to physically suppress these tens of millions of rampaging people.

The shelter and Godora quickly sprang into action.

Players were suddenly bombarded with a series of quest notifications, and everyone began to scramble to complete them.

With the main quest progress bar rapidly decreasing, no one dared to delay even slightly.

Faced with the massive influx of tens of millions of refugees, the shelter has very limited manpower to deploy, with only a little over a million people even including players.

Fortunately, almost all the participants were superhumans.

Controlling dozens of times more ordinary people is difficult, but not impossible.

The refugees on the periphery spread outwards like ripples, and the waiting spaceships immediately started up.

They spiraled outwards, sending out white, ring-shaped shockwaves towards the surging crowd below.

Amidst the buzzing sound, wherever the shockwave swept, the crowd collapsed to the ground in swathes, like wheat fields blown down by the wind.

As early as when he foresaw that the catastrophe of alienation would break out on a large scale, Ye Xiu had prepared a special plan to deal with it.

All spacecraft were equipped with low-power oscillation devices.

This level of fluctuation might not even make a C-level superhuman faint for half a second, but it's just right for subduing ordinary people without causing them any damage.

It was precisely because of this trump card that Ye Xiu dared to allow the refuge to accommodate a massive number of refugees.

Centralized management is more efficient than decentralized handling, and can quickly bring the situation under control even if chaos breaks out simultaneously.

Several spaceships worked together with the player to quickly clear the interior area before turning their attention to the fleeing survivors on the perimeter.

The refugees at the furthest point had already run several kilometers, but the spacecraft couldn't begin clearing them from the outside. Those who fell would be trampled to death by the fleeing crowds.

Ye Xiu hovered on the city wall, stepping on the Night King Sword, gazing at the sea of ​​people surging like a black wave in the distance.

Smoke and dust rose behind the fleeing crowds, turning the horizon a murky grayish-yellow.

He opened his communicator to access surveillance footage from the six countries, and sure enough, the same scene was playing out in various locations.

"The speed at which the catastrophe is evolving has exceeded expectations, which means that the subsequent disaster relief work will be even more difficult," Ye Xiu pondered, stroking the hilt of his sword.

"Even without the interference of Dark Star, Aquamarine would likely have become the first planet to enter the second phase of disaster."

"However, our advance planning has given us some advantages."

Thinking of the upcoming second phase, Ye Xiu's gaze darkened slightly.

The disaster truly enters its dangerous phase only when the alien entity begins to possess clear consciousness.

Fortunately, based on my memory, I just need to get through this period.

Once Godora obtains the samples and develops the antidote, the crisis will be resolved.

As the setting sun painted the wasteland orange-red, the shelter finally returned to peace.

The operation lasted five hours, and the vast majority of refugees were brought under control.

It benefits from the flat and open terrain of the Goster Moor.

Even if someone escapes dozens of kilometers away, they cannot escape the spacecraft's aerial search.

At this moment, countless human bodies lay scattered across the wilderness, like black sesame seeds scattered by a giant hand.

Some players are injecting selected guards with three times the dose of inhibitors to boost their combat strength, as required by the mission.

The others were busy transporting the unconscious refugees back in batches.

On the city wall, Bennett's hands, gripping the railing, bulged with veins: "Casualties?"

"We're still compiling the statistics," the adjutant said, wiping his sweat and shaking his head.

"The situation in the six kingdoms is basically under control, and we've suffered the least losses here," Ye Xiu's voice came from behind.

Bennett breathed a sigh of relief: "At least it hasn't gotten to the worst."

"Don't relax too soon." Ye Xiu looked at the remaining sunset on the horizon.

"With the awakening of the Prototype, it will likely control hordes of beasts to attack, or induce infected to self-destruct their equipment."

"With so many 'eyes' and 'ears' on our radar, that thing will never give up."

Upon hearing this, Bennett's expression grew even more serious, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He was not one to belittle himself, but he was perfectly clear-headed.

If Ye Xiu hadn't been here, with the current strength of Aquamarine Star, it would probably have been powerless to even put up with such a disaster.

"How do you plan to deal with this?"

"Hold your positions and do nothing."

Ye Xiu smiled slightly, "Those mercenaries are just looking for a place to have fun, the beast tide can relieve their boredom."

"As for other variables, let's wait and see. As for you, you should hurry up and consolidate the new forces."

"Understood." Bennett nodded.

The alien entity is most likely lurking among the deep-sea ley lines.

Existing radars cannot detect its unique frequency at all, making the search as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

What's even more troublesome is its unique devouring characteristic; ordinary attacks not only fail to harm it in the slightest, but instead become nutrients for its growth.

In addition, its ability to split and escape makes it impossible to treat with conventional methods until a targeted antidote is developed.

At this moment, Ye Xiu was gathering the core members of the mercenary group, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"A large wave of beast attacks is expected in the next few days. All teams should immediately conduct thorough patrols, and report any signs of beast gathering."

He tapped the table with his fingers. "Eliminate them on the spot. Do not allow them to come near the shelter."

With varying expressions, everyone was eager to get started; their long-dormant passion finally had a chance to boil over.

"Oh, right," Ye Xiu suddenly remembered something.

"Let's take the newly recruited Inhuman troops out for some training too. They're going to get restless if they're always cooped up in the shelter."

Since the selection process became a regular event, most players have been stuck in repetitive disaster relief missions.

Especially for core members who join mercenary groups, the lack of selection opportunities and practical combat experience makes the game experience truly terrible.

The second phase of the beast tide is now becoming increasingly intense, which is perfect for these players to fight monsters, level up, and vent their energy.

Incidentally, this also helped to integrate the army group, which had grown several hundred times larger.

not to mention.

If players don't experience the thrill of combat, why would they willingly open their wallets to snap up ability cards?

(End of this chapter)