"High-energy reaction detected from Platinum Workshop No. 2!"
"The energy intensity keeps rising... It's broken through Level V!"
"What the hell did he do?"
Elsewhere in the factory, the screen displayed Sulu's scene of what looked like a shamanic ritual.
The many researchers were utterly baffled, feeling as though their entire worldview had suffered a terrifying blow. "What is going on? It was obviously a pile of scrap. Even put together, it should only have been an empty shell. How could it suddenly produce such a reaction? It's like the mecha suddenly gained a soul?"
"Record it. Record everything..."
The person in charge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, equally unable to make sense of it. "This should be a top-tier Level V mecha, a strategic resource of the Kingdom..."
"Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?"
A voice suddenly cut in from outside.
"Hm? Who is it?"
This was a highly classified restricted area. Ordinary people were not even qualified to know it existed.
The person in charge turned around and saw a handsome blond young man in a white suit and cape draped over his shoulders. He immediately bowed. "Lord Aivis!"
This was a genius mecha engineer of the Kingdom, hailed as a supernova—and a man of His Highness the Third Prince.
"A top-tier mecha is also my hope of taking another step forward..."
Aivis stared at the screen with obsession, as though he were gazing upon some peerless beauty.
"No... Lord Aivis, this is a mecha commissioned by Mr. Morphy. Besides, there's also James and Shalina..."
Large beads of sweat immediately appeared on the person in charge's forehead as he spoke in a trembling voice.
"It is wartime. Under my appointment, I have the authority to requisition any resource beneficial to the war." Aivis sighed softly. "James and