In a pitch-black classroom, pillars of milky-white light descended from above, each containing the projection of a miniature Mecha model just over a foot tall.
Wang Yu sat in the center of the classroom, his attention fixed on another projection-a young man standing above a round metal platform in front of him.
The projected young man wore an immaculate suit and a metal mask covering half his face. Holding a thick armor plate with what looked like a honeycomb structure, he explained something without expression.
"...Although the 'V-Type Honeycomb Composite Armor,' which is only fitted to high-grade Mecha, has various shortcomings, such as inadequate protection against energy attacks and excessive weight, armor plates with this special structure can reduce damage from ranged projectile attacks by eighty percent. They also absorb over thirty percent of damage from close-range physical attacks and offer a small degree of protection against mental attacks..."
On one level of the enormous sphere, which was already more than halfway completed.
Wang Yu lay inside a huge sleep pod with its lid wide open, his eyes half-closed. He kept shifting his body into different positions, seemingly trying to sense something.
Four mechanical arms extended from the sleep pod, their ends fitted with lifelike hands indistinguishable from human ones. They pressed against different parts of his body, gently massaging his muscles.
Outside the sleep pod, indicator lights flashed as several staff members held assorted small instruments and carried out various adjustments to the pod.
Outside the enormous sphere, another seven or eight staff members used mechanical arms to install thick gun barrels gleaming with cold light in concealed recesses across its surface.
In a private room at the base.
Wang Yu looked at a silver metal case that had just been delivered to his table. He took