Body Coordination of the First Generation Unit

"Attempting Body Coordination operation?" Mu Fan was already preparing to give up resisting when he suddenly heard an electronic prompt sound from the cockpit.

"Huh?"

"Attempting Body Coordination operation?" The voice confirmed again. This time, Mu Fan was sure he hadn't misheard. But why did the voice feel a little familiar again, like, like the voice when entering the game?

Black!!

"Black Egg! Is that you!" Mu Fan's eyes snapped open. He was certain this was Black. From the moment he entered, he felt this game was strange in every way.

"Please call me Egg Lord, Black Egg is you." The white sphere codenamed "Black" floated beside Mu Fan, displaying two eyes that were currently squinted in a smile, looking utterly smug. It was the same sphere, but Mu Fan clearly felt that Black's anthropomorphic emotional level was now almost indistinguishable from a real person. He could even hear that smug tone in its words.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll ask you later. What do we do now? I don't want to die standing in my first battle." Mu Fan had many questions he wanted to ask, such as why his novice training camp didn't teach the mech part. But now was clearly not the time for reminiscing. The two mechs opposite were getting closer and closer. They probably saw that he had no long-range weapons and planned to observe him up close before finishing him off.

Black's two eyes squinted again. This time, an arc appeared on the white sphere, forming a mouth. It was clearly smiling.

"Modification begins." Black softly spoke four words.

The cockpit compressed further, the seat retracted, and Mu Fan went from sitting to standing. Multiple finger-thick black metal tubes shot out from around the cockpit, flying around, with fine needles at the tips, each as long as a thumb.

"It'll hurt a little." Black flew around Mu Fan, saying smugly.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't want to die standing!" Mu Fan snorted two streams of rough air from his nose, and the bottom of his eyes began to turn red.

Black's two eyes changed from one to 'o'. "Synchronization begins! From now on, you are the mech!"

Mu Fan's eyes glowed with a ferocity different from before. "Hiss!" The black tubes flying around suddenly stopped, their needle tips aimed at multiple parts of Mu Fan's body: the back of his head, spine, waist, arms, thighs, and calves. Then they all pierced in simultaneously.

"Ah!" Mu Fan closed his eyes. Instantly, his body felt as if it were under a thousand pounds of pressure. His consciousness was no longer within the cockpit but spread out. He was now in the rubble area. He couldn't see that he was being lifted by the black tubes to the center of the cockpit, his feet lifted off the floor, his entire body suspended inside the cockpit.

"The training camp's Mo... no, the Fighter has his own decision. Mech training wasn't conducted, so let's make up for it here. This time, I'll let you experience Body Coordination and stimulate your combat instincts, Mu Fan!" Black floated quietly to the side, its eyes shrunk to two small dots, staring at Mu Fan suspended there.

"Don't disappoint me. I will accompany you out of Luoqie Star, accompany you to fight in this vast Star River, and let us be etched together on the historical monument of humanity in this universe!" Mu Fan didn't know what Black had done during the time it disappeared, but Black's emotional generation level had already far exceeded his imagination. As if hearing Black's quiet words, the suspended Mu Fan raised his right fist and clenched it tightly.

85% physical sensation simulation, Mu Fan is not Mu Fan, he is eh01, AA1%, pain locked at 100%. After Body Coordination, all damage received by the mech will be converted into pain and synchronized to Mu Fan's body.

"Is that guy a newbie?"

"Probably."

The two earth-yellow mechs cautiously approaching Mu Fan were communicating in the team channel. They hadn't seen this mech before either. They had fought from level 1 to level 5 rooms and then returned to practice basic skills. In the past two years, they had seen all sorts of mechs. If they hadn't seen a fantasy-type mech, that would be one thing, but the one in front of them was clearly a real-type mech. Who was joking, modifying it into the shape of a textbook old antique?

Both of them had chosen Raiders, mechs from the same era as Strikers, but they had removed the back and leg armor, strengthened long-range attacks, and correspondingly improved mobility.

"Forget it, let's finish it off." The mech on the left suddenly felt a wave of boredom. This mech was clearly a newbie. Even experts showing off had a limit. Who was he trying to scare by just standing there?

"Yeah, acting all mysterious." As the mech on the right responded, it drew out a lightweight metal blade and slashed horizontally towards the waist of the white skeleton.

Suddenly, both of them saw the mech in front of them move.

The three-fingered mechanical hand gently lifted the arm, then clenched it.

It was too late! The player in the cockpit of the right mech laughed cruelly. In one second, this skeleton would be cut in half.

However, a scene neither of them expected appeared. This First Generation Unit humanoid mech fell straight backward, and then the raised right arm suddenly slammed down to support the mech's downward momentum.

The pilot who had launched the horizontal slash never expected that a simple horizontal slash would elicit such a reaction from the mech opposite.

This guy is playing dumb to catch a tiger!

Hmph, kill!

His right hand rapidly alternated clicks on the console, while his left hand instantly switched the control stick.

The Raider's internal hydraulic bearings instantly bore the gravity, forcibly changing the arm's trajectory and altering the mech's slashing motion from a horizontal cut to a diagonal chop.

Meanwhile, as the humanoid mech's right arm struck the ground, its alloy leg, like a skeletal bone, lifted from bottom to top, arriving first and kicking the Raider's sword-wielding right arm.

"Beep, right arm damaged 15%, braking performance decreased. Weapon unusable."

The Raider's pilot gasped, realizing they had encountered a master.

This series of actions happened in the blink of an eye; the Raider on the left had barely reacted.

As soon as Mu Fan's consciousness stabilized, he felt danger approaching. A metal blade slashed into his field of vision. He instinctively evaded, while simultaneously wanting to spring up and kick the opponent's chest hard.

But when he exerted force, he felt his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts. Only then did he realize that he was currently representing the mech.

Is this what Body Coordination mech piloting feels like? This feeling is great, no need to deal with that abnormal console, but his body feels like it's weighed down by a thousand pounds, even a simple evasion is heavy and slow.

Mu Fan didn't know that Black's red eyes flashed across his suspended body.

Is this mech combat? The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death... it's great!!!

In just a flash of thought, Mu Fan adjusted based on his previous reaction. He used his left leg to spring out. If it hit, great. If not, he would use the inertia to roll sideways.

He gambled correctly! Or rather, his combat instinct gave him the most accurate judgment.

He used his right foot to kick away the metal blade swinging from the opponent's right hand.

With a perfectly timed yet slightly clumsy twist, this white skeletal frame flipped 180 degrees. Then, with its right leg behind and left leg kneeling, its left arm drew the Samurai Sword from its back, gripping it in a reverse three-finger hold. The mech's head lifted, scanning forward.

Roles reversed! This comical First Generation Unit now looked like a beast before a hunt, crouching and gathering strength!

The two Raiders faced it as if facing a formidable enemy!

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(ps: Thanks to book friend Ten Billion Light Years for the 588 reward, and thanks to book friend Poetic and Picturesque, Ren Xiaowei for the generous reward!!

As expected, shopping is too tiring. I came back and coded until after nine, then fell asleep instantly.)