A few days later, Morin submitted two mech models.
One was the Mecha Aatrox.
He had already removed all traces of [High-Frequency Plasma Solidification Technology].
It wasn't a simple removal. He made substitutions to keep the design logically consistent.
A mech needed weapons.
So the energy transport lines and ports on the shoulders and back were explained as energy jet attack systems-useful in combat scenarios that were hard to defend against.
In reality, they were reserved for the later light-wing plasma jet flight device and its protective functions.
He also added transformable ports to the palms, similar to Gipsy Danger's "plasma cannons."
In practice, these were energy supply interfaces for the sword he had commissioned from the Russian base.
They could also function like plasma cannons.
That was enough.
Most current mechs relied on brute force and built-in weapons.
So the combat configuration of Morin's mech-
Was very reasonable.
Extremely reasonable.
He also incorporated various other new technologies, too many to list individually.
As for power-
That was easy.
The Mecha Aatrox was nuclear-powered.
This world already had mature nuclear technology.
With proper shielding, nuclear reactors weren't difficult to implement.
Especially with Morin's casually upgraded protective layers and the newly developed alloy based on his formula.
Preventing radiation leakage was trivial.
Beyond all of that-
The most important feature was the single-pilot design.
Morin had hinted at this to Qin Guang before.
After all this time, Qin Guang still hadn't brought it up.
That meant a partial compromise.
They were definitely searching in secret for someone capable of single-person piloting.
Morin didn't care.
Even if they found someone, they wouldn't dare use them.
Not with Morin's status.
Everyone involved was smart.
Things wouldn't escalate.
In the end, the ones who would compromise were Zhao Wei and Qin Guang.
As for their quiet probing-
Maybe they hoped Morin would suddenly change his mind and become a stay-at-home scientist.
The second mech was the one designed for Song Shu and Fang Xing.
A standard two-person mech.
But its weapon configuration was unconventional.
Long-range.
Close-range.
Balanced coverage.
An all-rounder.
The only thing it lacked was energy jet ports.
Balanced meant balanced.
In contrast, the Mecha Aatrox-
Which Morin planned to pilot himself-
Was essentially a close-combat specialist.
A melee-focused "mage" that dumped all its points into close-range combat.
Except for the two symbolic "plasma cannons."
...Something felt off.
Whether a mage specializing in melee made sense was debatable.
But when the two mech models were reviewed-
The reactions were unmistakably wrong.
When the designers saw the mech intended for Song Shu and Fang Xing, the room erupted.
Shock.
Excitement.
Arguments.
They marveled at the sheer number of new technologies and its near-perfect versatility.
"If we upgrade existing mechs with this tech, combat power will skyrocket!"
"This isn't just an upgrade-it's crushing!"
"This would be incredible..."
"Wait," someone said suddenly. "Wasn't there another model?"
"Shouldn't we show that one too?"
The room quieted.
Qin Guang's smile stiffened. His finger hovered over the control.
Medical staff were already on standby.
"Everyone," he said carefully, "prepare yourselves."
"Why so serious?"
"Stop stalling and show it!"
After hesitating, Qin Guang activated the display.
The room fell silent.
At first, there were whispers.
Then-
Nothing.
Their eyes were locked onto the hologram.
Like believers gazing upon a true god.
A false god could be mocked.
This one couldn't.
Violent.
Elegant.
Perfect.
The absolute ideal.
They could already imagine how it would tear through a Kaiju.
Even one with skin impervious to missiles.
The silence deepened.
Breaths were held.
Heartbeats thundered.
"Ahem?" Qin Guang broke the silence. "Thoughts?"
"...There's nothing to say," one designer finally murmured.
"Yeah..."
"Can a human even design something like this?"
"He's a genius," another replied. "What can't a genius do?"
"Can someone say something useful?" Qin Guang asked helplessly.
Did they seriously not notice the single-pilot issue?
"...If we have to compare," one designer said slowly, "the previous mech would be instantly defeated."
They all agreed.
"It's... that strong?" Qin Guang was stunned.
He'd thought Morin exaggerated to justify piloting it himself.
"That's assuming all designs are valid," the designer continued. "But with Morin, that's not a concern."
"If there's a flaw," another added, "it's that this must be single-pilot."
"A two-pilot version would cripple it."
Even then, they couldn't build it.
"So if we solve the piloting issue," Qin Guang asked, "it's usable?"
"Yes," came the reply. "But converting it to two-pilot is essentially impossible."
"This is the peak of single-pilot design."
Another designer spoke up, eyes fixed on the neural system.
"Even with Morin's improvements, neural pressure is still high."
"Reduced from two times to one-point-five-but still dangerous."
"If one person pilots it..."
He didn't finish.
Everyone understood.
In a crisis, would they use it?
Yes.
Would that sacrifice be accepted?
Also yes.
And that was the weight they felt.
They were here to protect lives.
To shield pilots.
Yet this mech demanded a life in return.
They had seen this before.
In earlier years, it had been worse.
Progress was built on blood.
That was why they treated Morin so generously.
Not just because he was a genius-
But because his technologies reduced casualties.
He had done more than any of them.
And he had brought two designs.
Because he couldn't make that choice himself.
So they would bear it for him.
The room grew heavy with unspoken resolve.
Meanwhile-
Morin was at a Russian military base.
Inspecting factories.
Issuing orders.
Preparing machines to produce weapons, flight systems, and armor for the Mecha Aatrox.
He sneezed.
Strange.
It would take sub-zero hell to make him sneeze.
...Someone thinking about me?
He frowned, pondering.
Back in the conference room, Qin Guang finally pieced it together.
"Everyone," he said, clearing his throat, "don't worry."
"We haven't chosen a pilot."
"And unless there's no alternative-or the issue is fully resolved-I guarantee this mech won't be deployed."
"Besides," he added, "with all these new technologies, existing mechs can be upgraded."
"Future losses will drop significantly."
The mood eased.
From any angle-
Today was good news.
"Once feasibility is confirmed," Qin Guang concluded, "we'll begin production."
"Meeting adjourned."
He still had an alloy formula to test.
...
A week later, after countless overtime hours, the designers fully verified both mech models.
They weren't total overhauls.
Just massive improvements.
Understandable with a foundation.
No one compared themselves to Morin.
That way lay madness.
The alloy passed all tests.
Morin didn't care.
He trusted his work.
More importantly-
He was waiting for the two billion RMB.
That afternoon, Qin Guang called.
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