V-Type Carbon Atom Reactor

The application of advanced mutation abilities requires human modification.

If the required transformation rate is not achieved, forcing a move will result in a backlash.

The senior engineers were able to meet the modification rate requirements for the musculoskeletal and nervous systems, but they failed to meet the 4% requirement for the respiratory system.

The good thing is that the engineer modified his skin, so he can breathe through his pores instead of his respiratory system.

However, this also increases the skill's wind-up animation.

The senior engineer looked at his moving right foot, somewhat speechless.

Does breathing really require effort?

Keiko Matsushima was the first to jump out, shouting, "You lost!"

The senior engineer scanned the room and found that only three mechanical hunters were still standing. The others had either smashed the table or bumped into the wall, all of them grimacing and in great pain.

The senior engineer grinned as he memorized the faces of the three mechanical hunters.

"Okay, I give up."

"Brother who just started out, think carefully about how to modify it."

"However, if you want to modify your reproductive system, remember to perform the first procedure first. I am kind-hearted and do not kill any living beings."

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in excited howls and wailing.

Throughout the entire radiation zone, there are no more than 10 prosthetic doctors, and even an oasis might not be able to provide one.

For them, having a prosthetic surgeon perform customized modifications is a tremendous opportunity.

The faces of the people watching the scene immediately turned ugly.

The wrigglers, in particular, were filled with regret as they looked at their half-grown arms. They wished they had intervened sooner, even if it was just to be bystanders.

The senior engineer observed this and smiled calmly.

Regardless of their motives, he wanted to show everyone one thing through his actions: those who obey will be rewarded.

Overall, the senior engineer was fairly satisfied with the quality of the work done by these skilled workers.

If a real fight breaks out, even if one person fights against many, and gives it their all, they may not necessarily win.

The stronger your subordinates are, the better. Those who can be dealt with in one or two moves are just cannon fodder.

Building up one's power is of utmost urgency; those who can hold their own will be given more important positions.

As for the boss, Senior Engineer, these skilled hunters were also very satisfied. He was generous, capable, and, most importantly, there was a sense of purpose in following him.

The senior engineer didn't change locations; he simply set up a self-service barbecue on this chaotic site.

All sorts of natural meats were served, and these country bumpkins had never eaten such good food before. They ate with gusto, their mouths greasy with oil.

Most of this planet is heavily polluted. To get any normal food, it needs to be transported from outer space bases using high-tech spaceships to deliver fruits, vegetables, poultry, and fish. It sounds surreal, but that's reality.

During this time, the senior engineer also had his top flute player, Spider Woman Daisy, fight these experts one-on-one.

As expected, Daisy dealt with these competitors with utter brutality.

This made her extremely happy.

Is it so satisfying to torture others?

The group fight proved their strength.

The one-on-one battle proved that they indeed possessed the technology to break through.

It's a pity the system panel didn't show it, otherwise the organization's cohesion would be at least +1000.

I drank for almost a whole night, but I didn't feel any hangover.

Early in the morning, the senior engineer opened his eyes, glanced at the experts around him who were still fast asleep, and curled his lip.

He can't beat them in a fight, and he can't outdrink them; he's destined to be a lackey for life.

I went back to the sixth floor, took a bath to wash off the smell of alcohol, and then changed into the clothes the waiter brought, only to find embarrassingly that most of them didn't fit.

The senior engineer finally understood the Hulk's troubles.

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

Seeing his suit torn apart by the mechanical spine once again, the senior engineer waved his hand speechlessly and went straight to the fifth floor shirtless.

Everyone is busy.

The core members all knew that the senior engineer had no intention of running away.

So this beast tide is ultimately the sword of Damocles, and it will fall on their heads.

He found Du Zhaodi, who was working all night, and coincidentally, the young woman was also there.

Huang Yuanli stared at the senior engineer, dumbfounded, and blurted out, "Pervert!"

Why are you swearing so early in the morning?

The senior engineer looked at the girl with the ponytail, only to find that she was also looking at him in shock.

"Surely not? It's only been a day, and you don't recognize me?" the senior engineer asked, puzzled.

"See for yourself!"

Huang Yuanli pushed and pulled him to the mirror, as if the world would end if they were a step later.

"Holy crap, isn't that Orochi from King of Fighters?"

Compared to Orochi, the High Engineer is basically the same type of fighter, except that his hair is black, the patterns on his upper body are blood red, and he has a string of protruding mechanical vertebrae on his back.

Even their auras were very similar, that sense of contempt inherent in higher life forms.

"Actually, there's not much difference," the senior engineer flicked the young woman's head with his silver-white fingernails. "Just think of it as me switching to the handsome guy route."

The appearance can actually be restored, for example, through certain bionic technologies.

Du Zhaodi quickly came to her senses and said, "This is the information I compiled yesterday."

The senior engineer flipped through it, and soon a series of things appeared on the system panel.

[You have obtained 33% of the data from the Devil Mountain Tiger - Devouring Type V Mech]

[You have gained 41% of the Guyver Armor data]

As expected of the factory's most beautiful girl back then, she analyzed so much from the corpse of the Demon Mountain that the senior engineer had given her in just one day and one night.

Seemingly sensing what the senior engineer was thinking, Du Zhaodi shook her head.

"It's not that I'm particularly skilled, but rather that the armored research institute I work at has conducted reverse engineering on mecha technology."

"That's great too," the senior engineer praised. If the other party also had a system panel, their 'repair skills' would definitely be at the maximum level.

Du Zhaodi thought for a moment and said:

"If we can safely weather the beast tide and establish a new oasis, I will extend an invitation to my department to build a new research center there."

The senior engineer had never heard of the Equipment Research Institute, and he was 100% certain that it was an obscure unit. After all, every large enterprise has its own R&D department, and no one needs a factory to research equipment.

The Equipment Research Institute? What kind of research can it possibly do?

No matter how niche it may be, it's still a complete research department, which is much better than a senior engineer starting from scratch, finding people to build a team, and setting up a production line.

"Of course, no problem. You're the future female CEO, so you're in charge," the senior engineer said sincerely.

Huang Yuanli vomited behind the senior engineer.

Du Zhaodi smiled, her expression quite pleased.

Even among wealthy women, there are differences. Rose-loving wealthy women like to hear flirtatious talk, while factory-flower-loving wealthy women like to hear about "shared interests."

Perhaps this equipment research institute is the dowry that this factory beauty prepared for herself.

"Is it possible for either of them to be counterfeited?" the senior engineer asked, getting back to the main point.

Du Zhaodi shook her head. "That mecha is from Mother City Technology. I've never even heard of some of the materials it uses, and I've never heard of any factory that has made a similar product."

"Complete imitation is indeed unlikely," the senior engineer nodded.

"However, Professor Han and I analyzed the material of that bio-armor, and it seems to be a hybrid of various radioactive beast cells."

The senior engineer was greatly encouraged.

As far as he knew, "Biotech" was a "professional knowledge chain" of a Level 2 civilization. If he could deduce professional knowledge through biotechnologies, that would be ideal.

"But that's not possible now."

"It's okay, there will definitely be more in the future."

Du Zhaodi seemed a little tired and leaned gently against Gao Gong, who gently stroked her back while secretly assessing her size.

The scene was heartwarming.

"Cough cough cough cough—"

Du Zhaodi then noticed that there was another third wheel present, and stood up somewhat embarrassed.

"Come with me, I'll show you something good."

The two of them, along with a persistent third wheel, entered a lounge inside.

Inside lay the corpse of the Demon Mountain, which had been dismantled into pieces.

The scene wasn't bloody; instead, it had the feel of a factory assembly room.

Among a pile of scrap, Du Zhaodi picked up a dark object and handed it over.

"This is a gift for you."

The senior engineer accepted it in astonishment.

[You have obtained a level 7 mechanical artifact, with an internal engine - a V-type carbon atom reactor]

"This thing didn't explode!" The senior engineer exclaimed in amazement. No wonder it's a level seven creation.

It's truly remarkable that Du Zhaodi was able to dismantle it, considering that it contained the mother city's security devices.

Once the mechanical object is destroyed, it will inevitably self-destruct.

However, it is possible that the Class A radiation field at the time disrupted some energy circuits, causing the reactor to mistakenly believe that the mechanical body was still in a charging state.

Even so, the fact that this factory lady, a wealthy woman, could take it apart shows her impressive talent for tightening screws.

This thing is a standard Level 2 civilization advanced technology; its counterpart should be the Arc Reactor from Iron Man.

In terms of energy output and power consumption, the two are quite similar. In terms of performance alone, the carbon atom reactor is slightly better than the first-generation arc reactor, but not as good as the second generation.

After all, second-generation reactors are capable of unleashing energy cannons.

However, carbon atom reactors have one advantage: they can directly generate energy from biological sources.

In other words, it can be directly implanted into the human body as an organ without any biological rejection.

If Iron Man had been researching this type of device, he wouldn't have suffered from target element poisoning.

Looking at the other parts that had been blown to pieces, Du Zhaodi said with some regret, "Actually, I'm more interested in its energy output system. After all, we definitely can't produce a reactor of this level."

A thought struck Gao Gong: he remembered that after defeating Demon Mountain, the system gave him a targeted lottery draw, which he hadn't used yet.

Give me a kiss.

"Um, um?" Du Zhaodi's face flushed red instantly.

The senior engineer didn't care about the little girl being a third wheel; he just took a big sip.

"Rich woman, rich woman, never worries about making money. Others have gay friends, I have a rich woman."

The senior engineer silently offered his blessings and then decisively clicked to start the lottery.

You have obtained the Tier 5 Mechanical Blueprint for the Devil Jetpack (Three-Phase Type)

"What kind of look is that?" Du Zhaodi was completely embarrassed by the other person's "affectionate" gaze.

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling, it feels so good to be with you (the rich woman)."

This disgusted Huang Yuanli so much that she flew over and kicked the senior engineer in the knee.

It seems that marrying a rich woman really does bring good luck; not long after, another piece of good news arrived.

The security force used the dark web to request negotiations.