Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Chapter 138

?Chapter 138: Chapter 48: An Inexplicable Bye Chapter 138: Chapter 48: An Inexplicable Bye Editor: Noodletown Translations “`

Mu Fan appeared on a densely interwoven, aquatic plant-covered riverbank, immersing his right arm in the icy river water.

The blood on his arm gradually washed away.

This cold river water also stimulated Mu Fan’s brain.

Before he returned to a safe area, Dark Breath would remain active, so his brain was racing.

The impression those two gave him was akin to two cold humanoid weapons.

Their techniques were so experienced, and every move was unlike those Star Thieves he had encountered before.

He didn’t sense that fierce viciousness from those two, but rather a profound indifference to life.

They regarded human life as nothing more than grass!

So, sorry.

When it comes to life and death, he would always choose the former.

Mu Fan could now conclude that these two had a clear target: himself.

And they were assigned.

“Black, any anomalies?”

“No anomalies detected!

The assassins are very professional.

They may not have used any communication devices at all.” Black’s message weighed heavily on Mu Fan’s heart, complicating matters further.

He feared he had truly become a must-kill target in some people’s eyes.

But there had to be a reason for all this!

It was imperative to investigate thoroughly.

“Okay, let’s get through the exam first.

My left arm is severely injured.

Help me plan a route.”

Mu Fan got up and began running soundlessly.

After safely bypassing the sentry posts, Mu Fan made his way back to the city, but this time through dark, damp alleyways.

Passing by a waste incineration plant, he stealthily entered and threw his blood-stained clothes in, watching them turn to ashes soon after.

Then, from the reclaimed area, he grabbed a freshly washed jacket and a baseball cap.

Now besides his slightly unusual left arm, Mu Fan looked no different, blending perfectly as an ordinary resident.

Pressing down his cap, Mu Fan asked quietly, “How much longer?”

“Turn left at the second intersection a kilometer ahead.

The third black iron door is the pharmacy’s storeroom; walk there, and I will open it for you.”

Five minutes later, Mu Fan emerged with stolen anti-inflammatory medicine, bandages, and a bottle of B-grade Repair Liquid.

With these, he could best treat his wound.

As Mu Fan returned like an ordinary hotel guest, the receptionist at the hotel entrance glanced at him with puzzlement and then lost interest.

The clues provided by the police were too vague.

Who knew who it was?

He was exhausted to death.

The receptionist resolved to endure just five more minutes before going for a good nap.

A close brush with danger.

Mu Fan had already noticed the abnormality near the hotel earlier, but fortunately, no one seemed to notice him.

“Don’t look around.

I’ve dealt with all the video footage.

Those people won’t find anything.

Rest assured.” Black’s calm voice assured him, as it evidently monitored Mu Fan’s every move from surveillance.

Yes.

Mu Fan nodded slightly, then walked into the Floating Stairs without any anomaly, returning to his room.

Upon closing the door.

He collapsed heavily onto the bed, finally relaxing his strained nerves, releasing the pain suppressed in his arm.

The absolute calm state from stopping Dark Breath ceased, and the pain perception returned to his senses.

Burning, tearing, numbness, these sensations alternated on his left arm.

Mu Fan carefully removed his jacket, revealing his bloody left arm.

A large chunk of flesh was missing, exposing charred bone textures scorched by high heat.

Thank goodness he dodged quickly.

Without that instinctive warning, he might have been dead already.

Pouring the anti-inflammatory medicine and Repair Liquid over his wound.

Hiss!

He drew in a sharp breath, then forcibly held back any sound, using his teeth to help tie the bandage.

Once everything was dealt with, Mu Fan lay heavily on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow’s exam suddenly seemed grim.

…

Not far away, the fat brother frowned at Sky Communication, sending his third message.

“Mu Fan, where the hell are you?

Why did you disappear!”

“Fat Brother is really worried about you…”

“Silent Fan, say something!”

Sighing, the fat brother set the Sky Communication aside.

Earlier, he even attempted logging onto Battle Net, but not a trace of Mu Fan was there.

If it weren’t for this guy’s amazing talent, he would report to the police.

His hand instinctively picked up a copy of the Purple Jade Star Food Chronicles on the table, studying some of the food ingredients, focusing on the dessert section.

In today’s afternoon encounter simulation, the fat brother successfully allocated the transport teams in a hamburger double-layer scheme.

Tomorrow was rumored to feature campaign mode simulation, so he was now looking for inspiration.

Hmm, this hot dog’s feasible, and this molten lava cake looks promising.

Could I consider using temperature variations for shape transformation in transport?

Hahaha, indeed, I’m a genius!

The fat brother was obsessed, frantically flipping through the book.

…

When Mu Fan punctually appeared in Jilan Arena the next day, the place was nearly filled with people.

Today he donned a long-sleeved jacket and did not plan on taking it off.

His left arm was recovering well, even feeling itchy now.

Mu Fan could feel the subtle flow of blood, thanks to his unique physique.

Though his left arm shouldn’t exert force yet, it was still heavily bandaged, so he needed to wear a jacket for concealment.

Eli and Paje greeted Mu Fan, then wondered why the usually silent boy looked especially pale today.

A little pale, Eli confirmed upon closer inspection.

Did he not sleep well?

Unfortunately, after nodding, Mu Fan didn’t speak further, opting to rest with closed eyes.

Yesterday’s Major reappeared, ascending the platform to address the candidates below.

“Today’s battle begins.

The top one hundred will earn final competition qualifications, strive forward!”

Final competition?

Mu Fan’s eyes snapped open.

He hadn’t received this news until now.

The crowd also buzzed with murmurs, clearly, the military’s action caught everyone off guard.

“Maintain silence.

The competition starts.” The Major’s voice was resolute, offering no explanation.

“The first round begins.

Another note, there are 1,021 candidates in this session, creating one vacant spot.”

“Candidate 399 versus candidate 1117, Fighting Platform 1.”

“Candidate 602 versus candidate 1707, Fighting Platform 2.”

…

“This round’s vacant: candidate 1578.

Fighting Platform 60.”

As the final announcement echoed across the massive Fighting Arena, Mu Fan heard his candidate number.

Himself?

A vacant spot?

Everyone began searching for the fortunate one; although having to battle a level-17 military personnel, it was more reliable.

No one reaching the top 1,000 was a pushover.

When Mu Fan stood up, the searching crowd burst into an uproar.

Him?

Such a master received the vacant spot!

People both on and off the stage heaved a sigh of relief.

This terrifying boy got the vacant spot after all.

Mu Fan had already spotted the officer.

Star-blue neat military uniform, rank Lieutenant.

His eyes carried an inexplicable intensity, still holding…

A long stick?

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