Aliens

Six days had passed since Mo Long returned.

Over those six days, Li Qi had been modifying the Patrol Officer Mecha he had brought back while trying to teach the people they had rescued how to wear mechas and fight.

But after two days of effort... or rather, two days wasted, Li Qi discovered that becoming a combat mech pilot really did require a certain talent.

Li Qi believed his instruction had been clear and profound in simple terms. Even in All Under Heaven, few people had been qualified to receive his personal guidance.

But these women were truly rotten wood that could not be carved. In the end, Li Qi could only give up helplessly.

So he began improving the mechas, intending to turn them into drones.

It had to be said that Li Qi's hands-on ability was simply too formidable within the Forward Alliance. By himself, he was a research team plus a precision lathe. Even without any Dharma power or cultivation, he could still accomplish unbelievable things.

Unfortunately, without sufficient scientific research ability, one could not see what made Li Qi so formidable. Even Mo Long merely thought Li Qi was exceptionally good with his hands.

They had no idea just how absurd Li Qi's industrial design ability was. It was wisdom that surpassed the entire civilization of the Forward Alliance.

But Li Qi could not be bothered to explain. His purpose in doing these things was to let himself blend into the lives of ordinary people and use that to dispel the increasingly hollow, detached state of mind he was in, not to show off how capable he was.

If he truly wanted to show off, he could crush this entire world in his hand right now. Why would he actively seal his own cultivation like