The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Reforged Steel

Late at night, inside the tent, flickering candlelight.

Pace Monarch sat quietly behind his desk, flipping through a pile of briefings in front of him.

"The casualty ratio is so low... The main force of the Third Legion is not here at all... They are really scheming..."

Under the candlelight, Pace sighed softly, and his youthful features were now somewhat adult-like.

He picked up a glass bottle containing a clear liquid, took two big gulps, wiped his mouth, and continued reading the briefing.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of steel friction, a mechanical arm pushed aside the curtain of the tent and walked into the room.

Hearing the sound, Pace looked up and saw a soldier made of mechanical skeletons. It slowly walked to Pace's desk, threw a pile of information on the desk, and said:

"This message comes from Evans Monarch, Leader, please sign for it."

The robot's voice had a metallic tone, which gave Pace goose bumps on his back. He scratched the back of his head in discomfort, then nodded, signaling the robot to leave.

This robot is called "Swarm E-03" and was designed and developed by Evans Monarch, and is a member of his rearguard. Back then, Evans relied on two such robot teammates to fight his way through the competition and climbed the Tower of Babel, becoming the [Blade of Babel].

At that point in time, even Lanstar Industries' bionic human technology was not yet mature, which shows its excellence in being ahead of its time.

"..."

Looking at the pile of information his good uncle brought him, Pace sighed silently and prepared to continue reading.

He subconsciously reached out to grab the glass bottle, but found that he had grabbed nothing. He looked up and found that the bottle was gone.

"What is this? Water?"

A soft female voice came from the side. Pace turned his head suddenly and found that Perlis was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the tent, looking at the bottle in her hand.

"Little princess? When did you come in?" Pace widened his eyes in disbelief.

"About five minutes ago."

Perlis spoke softly, putting her eyes close to the glass bottle. Her red pupils became larger under the refraction of the bottle, looking a little funny.

"You drank half a bottle. Are you so thirsty?"

"That's not water," Pace said with a sigh. "That's vodka, a strong liquor."

Hearing that the bottle in her hand actually contained wine, Perlis shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, and then threw the glass bottle at Pace. The latter stretched out his silver hand as if by a nerve reaction, and firmly grasped the glass bottle.

"Why are you so addicted to alcohol, Leader?"

Watching Pace unscrew the bottle and pour the wine into his throat, Perlis frowned:

"By the way, why did you become a leader?"

"Because my crazy inventor uncle is a hands-off boss," Pace screwed the cap on the bottle and put the vodka back on the table, "I naturally have to work harder, after all..."

"What happened? At that time."

Perlis's tone sounded calm, and her expression remained as indifferent as usual, but this couldn't fool Pace.

He grabbed the bottle with his hand and wanted to take another sip, but he just put it back and sighed softly:

"That story is a bit painful..."

"I want to know," the girl's eyebrows were full of stubbornness, "your hand, and why..."

"Well, let me tell you a story."

Pace stood up, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Pearlis, just like he did at Lian's house before the competition.

"Remember Balza Durant? My hand was broken in a life-and-death fight with him... It was so painful... But I beat that old man..."

"After that, the storm of Babel came and I was about to be swallowed up..."

"Then, a familiar voice sounded in my ears..."

"...find the source..."

......

"...find the source..."

Amid the terrifying winds of the Babel storm, an ethereal voice floated past Pace's ears.

At that moment, Pace felt like he had a very long dream, a very long dream.

He recalled the young man who whispered something in his ear at the Shura Field in La Vatino.

That guy has a pair of deep blood-red eyes, as deep as the starry sky.

Source...Found the source?

The red color in the deep blood-red eyes became clearer and clearer in Pace's gradually blurring vision, and finally focused on the glittering creature on the ground not far away.

It was Balza Durant's bracelet, with a red stone in it.

Redstone...find the source...

The Tower of Babel...?

As if something ignited in his heart, Pace struggled to get up and picked up the bracelet inlaid with red stone.

He put the bracelet on his broken hand without hesitation, and instantly, the blood-colored electric current flowed together with the factor energy one-way shield on his hand that had not been completely damaged.

The strong factor shield instantly wrapped around Pace's body.

"...It makes more than just sense. This is an idea I designed myself! If it is supported by redstone, this shield can definitely withstand the storm of the Tower of Babel!"

Carly's voice floated past his ears, and Pace's mouth curled slightly, and he spoke in a teasing tone:

"Ms. Carly, this time I have the opportunity to personally test your idea..."

Seeing the factor energy storm getting closer and closer, the gradually approaching pressure made Pace unable to raise his head.

This is the power of the Tower of Babel, the storm that tears everything apart, the divine punishment that destroys everything.

And this is what Pace was waiting for.

When enough threats are detected, the [Farewell Gift] designed by Miss Lian will automatically trigger.

Pace had long since given up the possibility of escaping through this, but as the inspiration of "finding the source" floated past his ears, he realized an almost crazy possibility:

Let Carly's [One-Way Factor Shield] withstand the storm, and then let the [Farewell Gift] take him to the source of the storm: the Tower of Babel.

If Carly's idea is correct, the energy storm will become a driving force for Pace, allowing him to reach a speed faster than the storm!

In this situation, he had a glimmer of hope of escape.

But it's just a glimmer of hope.

"..."

Seeing the storm getting closer, Pace clenched his fists tightly, and then -

——The storm suddenly accelerated in front of him, leaving him with almost no time to prepare!

"I rely on!"

"boom--"

The violent factor energy storm instantly swept past Pace. At this moment, the red light on the one-way factor energy shield flashed violently, like burning wrought iron, or the blazing sun at noon!

Then, Pace felt a certain device on his "Fighting God" exoskeleton being turned on, and a strong light burst out under the power of redstone -

"boom--"

Just like riding on a small boat, Pace was pushed into the sky by the factor energy storm under the protection of the [One-way Factor Shield], and the thrust provided by the [Farewell Gift] flew in the direction he expected.

And this direction is exactly the Tower of Babel located in the center of the competition venue.

“Perlis! I’m coming aaaaaaaaah!!”

Pace screamed, tears streaming down his face, and turned into a meteor, staggering into the air.

......

Interlude) Recast Steel (Part 2) - Additional Update -

"Wait...wait, you really called my name when you were running away?"

Perlis looked at the young man in front of her, whose expression was a bit like that of a little animal, and for a moment she felt her cheeks itchy.

"I don't think I'm embarrassed to say that..." Pace smiled immaturely, which didn't match his sophisticated equipment at all. "At that time, my mind was full of thoughts about the agreement with you. Maybe it was also driven by some subconscious mind..."

As he spoke, Pace leaned back on the sofa, looking at the light on top of the tent, his black pupils sparkling with memories.

"To be honest, little princess, I may have mistaken you for Lianna," Pace said honestly, "I have nothing to be ashamed of. Really, before facing the storm of Babel Tower, I was not good at expressing my true thoughts. I always felt that there would be time in the future."

"But when I was really facing death, I suddenly felt that there was nothing that should be hidden in my heart."

As he spoke, the boy turned his head and looked at the white-haired girl. He naturally reached out his hand and touched the back of her head:

"Don't get the wrong idea. I don't have that kind of intention towards you. Although our little princess is very beautiful, she is not my type."

"Who asked you to like it..." Perlis did not resist Pace's pat on the head, but just pursed her lips slightly, "You are so stupid."

"Hahahaha, doesn't that make you look smart?"

Pace said, retracting his hand and immediately reaching for the bottle.

When he reached out halfway, a small hand grabbed his wrist with great force. Pace turned his head and found that Perlis was looking at him with a reproachful look:

"No drinking, it's bad for your health. I hate the smell of alcohol."

"Pfft, well, I'll drink it after you're gone."

Pace retracted his hand, sighed softly, and continued:

"Anyway, the two things that Ms. Carly and Ms. Lian were tinkering with in the lab unexpectedly became my lifeline for surviving in such extreme conditions... and the words of the young man with the bloodshot eyes... helped me find the key to keep going after [Shura Field] again."

A young man with deep bloodshot eyes... I probably only know one person with such features... Perlis thought so, and recalled her first encounter with Ikan Geller under the roof of La Vatino.

How much has that guy done in secret? Is he still watching, even now...?

Perlis shook her head slightly, clearing her mind, and immediately asked Pace:

"But you can't just fly away like that, can you?"

"Of course," Pace smiled helplessly, "If Uncle Evans hadn't rescued me, I would have died long ago."

"He left a deep impression on me... He is a genius... but also a madman..."

......

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Pace always thought that the appearance of [Blade of Babel] when it turned into a meteor in the sky was very cool, at least that was the visual effect.

But when he turned into a meteor flying in the sky, he really wanted to slap himself hard for thinking so.

“Oh my god!!!”

The one-way factor shield flashing with dazzling red light burned under the ravages of the factor energy storm, pushing Pace to fly towards the direction of the Tower of Babel.

The raging electric current licked at the strong factor shield on Pace's body, causing it to have gaps from time to time, and then leaving some burning marks on Pace's body.

But he could no longer feel the pain. The feeling of flying aimlessly in the sky almost made him want to vomit. If the red tail flame behind him was not too obvious, he would probably have left a trail of vomit.

Damn... This won't work... I can't control the direction...

In the raging storm, Pace felt the red stone in his hand shaking unsteadily.

He knew that if this continued, even the redstone might be destroyed.

After all, this is a high-power Tower of Babel storm. No matter how powerful the redstone is, it is as insignificant as an ant under such apocalyptic power!

"call--"

Just when Pace felt his body was about to fall apart, a violent sonic boom sounded -

"boom--"

Dizzy, he turned his gaze towards the source of the sonic boom and discovered that it was actually a shuttle flying in the air!

The surface of the shuttle was covered with a red factor shield, which continued to flicker under the burning of the factor energy storm.

The shuttle was hovering not far from where Pace was, with its nose slightly raised, resisting the impact of the storm.