CHAPTER 557: VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 36 LIFE AND RESEARCH_2

Milan and Bonnie would come to the house every day. The three women got along quite well. Sometimes, they would gather and discuss women’s topics, pushing Fatty far away. Other times, one of them would quietly stay with Fatty or bring him a pair of sunglasses and a hat, leading him out for a stroll.

However, that was clearly not all there was to the life of a lecher.

At night, when Ann Lei took a bath, she always found some peeping devices. She would pretend not to notice and would cuddle with Fatty in bed, but not allow him to do anything, making Fatty punch his pillow and cry silently over and over again.

Fortunately, there were still Milan and Bonnie.

Gallows-seeking Milan never rejected Fatty’s advances. In the small room of her lab, she would strip off her researcher’s white coat and use her firm breasts, plump buttocks, and slim waist to repeatedly challenge Fatty’s limits, collapsing breathlessly but never giving in.

As for Bonnie, she would blush as Fatty pulled her into the luxurious suite at Simai Hotel, shedding her beautiful and noble facade that kept people at a distance and assuming various positions, fully transforming into an unparalleled beauty at Fatty’s beck and call.

This was Fatty’s blissful life!

Day by day passed. In this war-torn era, the news repeatedly broadcasting every day, the desolate streets, and the ever-lengthening casualty lists all reminded the women to be inclusive and to care for each other. It reminded them to cherish these peace-filled moments and seize every second to savor the beauty of life.

Similarly, the daily battle reports from the Military Department reminded Fatty that such days were a luxury. The war was still ongoing, and he had greater responsibilities to bear.

Thus, aside from enjoying life, Fatty would spend his free time in Milan’s lab.

The Gallipalan Laboratory was Fatty’s sanctuary. If not for the training and study he had received in the lab, and if he had not acquired skills that ordinary people could only dream of, he, being just a small Mechanic Soldier, would probably have been long buried on the battlefield.

The more techniques you have, the better. This had become Fatty’s life principle. Anything useful, he would force himself to learn, practice, and think hard about. Even the most seemingly trivial skills could someday save his life.

Ventriloquism had helped Fatty solve problems more than once. Now, he could mimic any voice he heard with ninety percent accuracy.

The book on assassin’s invisibility techniques, which combined magic, illusion techniques, psychology, optics, etc., was the most frequently used by Fatty. His expertise in disappearing stealth and Mecha Stealth was thanks to the substantial experience taught by this book.

As a master psychologist, Fatty excelled at deception, fooling Gazalin utterly. Even the ever-cautious Reinhardt had never seen through Fatty’s true nature. In the eyes of all the Gazalin Nobles, Fatty was merely a slightly talented, somewhat naive mechanic.

Now, Fatty could cry at will, or burst into a hearty laugh, looking lively, innocent, and sincere—all skills honed by practising in front of a mirror. The hardship was significant.

This time, besides continuing to improve his ventriloquism, deception, magic illusions, psychology, and hypnosis, and using the lab’s gravity simulation cabin for training in mechanical control and hand-to-hand combat, the most important task for Fatty was to dive deeper into Casper’s work log.

With his professional insight, Fatty knew exactly how powerful the Binart Empire’s twelfth-generation Mecha were.

If produced in sufficient quantity, such Mecha could even alter the entire course of the war!

Especially in space, if a fleet encountered a group ambush by such Mecha without enough fighters, they would suffer heavy losses. Given their agility and energy levels, these Mecha also held absolute advantages in ground warfare.

If they could dodge attacks from cannon-loaded battleships and survive in the dense barrage, then on the ground, how many Mecha could pose a threat to them? And who could withstand a full-force strike from their high-energy ion light saber, capable of slicing through battleship armor?

Just one of these Mecha could tip the scale in a regiment-level battle. What if there were ten, or even dozens of them in a campaign?

These Mecha were shrouded in mystery. Fatty didn’t know when they would appear, let alone discover their weaknesses.

He only knew that if no effort was made to catch up, this country would face greater sacrifices. And one day, he himself might fall beneath the gruesome blade of such a Mecha.

Mechas, based on their functions, were divided into ten sections. These included the power system, weapons system, balance system, electronic system, control system, perception system, defense system, action system, energy system, and computational system.

Weapons, balance, electronic, control, perception, and defense systems needed no further explanation. They referred to the Mecha’s Energy Cannon, close-combat weapons, action balance instrument, radar, jamming, communications, joysticks, keyboards, long-range viewer, optical instrument, energy shield, armor, and such parts.

Special attention needed to be given to the power system and action system. These two systems were fundamentally different. The power system referred to the Mecha’s core engine and joint drives, while the action system referred to components like the Mecha’s mechanical legs, transmission rods, gears, and auxiliary thrusters.