CHAPTER 750: 592

It didn’t take long before Su Mo piloted the 4th generation Biological Mecha Glutton toward the sky at a tremendous speed.

Xiao Wen and others who were supervising the operation couldn’t help but turn their heads to look up at the sky, watching the Glutton depart like a shooting star.

They all raised their hands and waved goodbye.

They had seen how hard Su Mo had worked on this exploration mission.

After confirming the safety of this planet, he began to tirelessly explore its surroundings.

Su Mo seemed to sense something, he controlled the mecha to turn its head towards the ground, glanced at the waving crowd, and nodded slightly in response, feeling even more motivated.

Thus, Su Mo made the Gluttonous Mecha speed up towards the atmosphere, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Soon the Gluttonous Mecha left the small asteroid and flew into the depths of Kativaro Star Sky.

Filled with fighting spirit in the cockpit, Su Mo believed with the assistance of the Fake Creator Devourer, there would certainly be gains. Even if they didn’t find the Titan Ruins, they would at least uncover one or two decent resource spots.

A dozen days later, Su Mo, piloting the Gluttonous Mecha, was speeding through starry space. Whenever he passed by a planet, he would immediately slow down and wait for the scan from the Fake Creator Devourer, like opening a blind box.

Unfortunately, his luck with these blind boxes was abysmally low; after so many days, the Fake Creator Devourer hadn’t made a peep.

However, Su Mo was patient. He understood that good things come to those who wait.

Just then, the Gluttonous Mecha popped up a warning.

"Warning, the built-in energy of the 4th generation Biological Mecha Glutton is less than 20 percent!"

Su Mo was slightly stunned, as this was the first time he had encountered this situation. He couldn’t help but complain, "What’s the situation? Out of energy?"

"What’s so surprising about that? Every kind of energy has its day of exhaustion."

The Fake Creator Devourer responded in a deep voice.

"No, the problem is that this is just too unreliable. Wait, doesn’t this mecha have biological energy, can’t it use that?"

Su Mo rubbed his forehead, his head aching as he asked. He had finally come so far, and now they were telling him there was no energy left—wasn’t this absurd?

"Are you sure you want to use biological energy? Biological energy is meant for burst use in combat situations, you want to use it for sustained power?"

The Fake Creator Devourer’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Just tell me if it’s possible or not."

Su Mo asked helplessly.

"It’s possible, but biological energy isn’t infinite either; what it overdrafts is the vitality of the biological body’s cells within the mech. If you use too much, it will cause severe damage to this mecha – to put it bluntly, the biological body will shrivel."

The Fake Creator Devourer doused him with a bucket of cold water directly.

"Forget I mentioned it."

Su Mo decisively gave up on the idea of using biological energy.

"However, speaking of which, the built-in energy of your 4th generation Biological Mecha is indeed somewhat rubbish. Although yours is not endurance type of the 4th generation mecha, normally speaking, it shouldn’t be this bad."

The Fake Creator Devourer spoke gravely.

Su Mo, rubbing his forehead with some resignation, said, "Did those guys in the GT department give me substandard energy?"

"Not sure, you decide what to do next."

The Fake Creator Devourer responded indifferently.

"What else can be done, of course I have to go back and replace the built-in energy."

Su Mo had no choice but to take the trouble to make a trip back.

Su Mo pulled the control stick, piloting the Gluttonous Mecha to head back to Black Teeth at full speed.

Several days later, Su Mo piloted the Gluttonous Mecha as it streaked across space from afar.

Inside the cockpit, Su Mo’s communication channel linked into the Black Brilliance Command Room’s signal, and a sweet voice sounded.

"Respected Major Su Mo, this is the command center of Black Teeth. I am Lieutenant Anjie, the dispatcher. Welcome back from your journey, it must have been tough. May I ask which area you wish to go to?"

"I request to return to the GT department’s logistics maintenance area, thank you."

Su Mo replied.

"I’ll arrange and coordinate that for you now. There are some special matters that need to be informed in advance. To improve operational efficiency and resupply, Black Teeth is implementing temporary special rules. All personnel returning must not undergo isolation or inspection unless they’re clearly injured; however, no one is allowed to proceed to the core area of Black Teeth without permission. Should there be a special need, an application is required."

"I understand!"

Su Mo nodded and answered.

"Major Su Mo, your request to return has been approved. Please enter through Black Teeth’s gate No. 01; we will guide you through the entire process."

"Thank you."

Su Mo piloted the Gluttonous Mecha towards the entry gate.

Before long, Su Mo drove the Gluttonous Mecha into Black Teeth, returning to the GT department’s logistics maintenance area.

The place was bustling with activity, with mechanics everywhere busily maintaining various types of mechas.

Su Mo looked around curiously.

At that moment, a man wearing glasses, gray work clothes, and holding a record tablet, who wasn’t old but seemed very composed, walked over. He looked astoundingly at the returning Gluttonous Mecha?

He kept flipping through his record tablet; he hadn’t received any notification about the Gluttonous Mecha returning for maintenance.

And after a brief inspection, the condition of the Gluttonous Mecha didn’t seem like it had been in battle; there were no signs of damage.

Suddenly, the Gluttonous Mecha Biological Cabin popped open, and Su Mo deftly flipped down from above.

"Lord Su Mo, greetings. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Obic, the head of GT department’s logistics maintenance. May I ask what’s wrong with your mecha? Is it malfunctioning?"

Obic stepped forward and asked politely.

"You’re the head of logistics maintenance? Perfect, I was just looking for you. What kind of internal energy source is my Gluttonous Mecha using? It’s really not durable at all; it ran out of energy. Are you using inferior energy sources for me?"

Su Mo couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing Su Mo’s words, Obic’s expression instantly became a picture of amazement, and he looked at Su Mo in utter shock.

"Lord Su Mo, did the energy of your mecha run out?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Su Mo, seeing Obic’s exaggerated expression, was also confused.

"It’s just, Lord Su Mo, what have you done with the Gluttonous Mecha? How could its energy have been exhausted?"

"I didn’t do much; I just piloted the Gluttonous Mecha for a survey. Is there a problem?"

Su Mo replied casually.

Listening to Su Mo, Obic clutched his chest, his face stiffening, and he said to Su Mo, "Lord Su Mo, you’re not joking with me, are you? You used a fourth-generation Biological Mecha for reconnaissance?"

"What’s the issue? Isn’t it normal to use a fourth-generation mecha for reconnaissance?"

"Lord Su Mo, what’s normal about that? The energy source for a fourth-generation mecha is exceptionally expensive and rare. Do you see anyone else doing that? Normal reconnaissance missions use starships or interstellar scouts. Aside from extremely special combat reconnaissance, how could you send a fourth-generation mecha on a surveilling mission? Isn’t your action similar to driving a tank for your daily commute?"