After learning that Kaiju would appear more frequently, grow stronger, and might even evolve to target mechs' weaknesses, the plan was officially placed on the agenda.
In such a situation, if humanity didn't seize the moment-while the enemy was still unprepared-to counterattack and destroy the wormhole...
Were they really going to sit and wait for the world to be destroyed?
The president wouldn't be a fool.
...Sorry, that was a slip.
The vast majority of people wouldn't be fools.
As a result, the plan was passed unanimously by the United Nations.
A rare outcome.
The execution date was set.
One month later.
Based on the mathematical model provided by Morin, the next Kaiju attack would occur in exactly one month.
By then, all existing mechs would be upgraded.
All newly manufactured mechs would be completed.
After a month of breaking them in, the world's mech forces would unite.
And attack the "Precursor" world.
"This is your mech," Zhao Wei said, hands behind his back, looking up at the massive machine before them. "One hundred meters tall. Two thousand one hundred and eighty tons."
"As for the other systems and weapons, you're more familiar with them than I am, so I won't go into detail."
"As you requested, this mech will remain on Earth," he added. "This area will be completely cleared out by then."
Inside the hundred-meter-tall facility, the Abyssal Blade mech stood in silence.
Even unactivated, it radiated an overwhelming presence.
Cold.
Domineering.
As if-
It was already thirsting for blood.
"Thank you," Morin nodded.
"My actions might cause you a bit of trouble."
"It's fine," Zhao Wei said casually. "I'll just say I didn't know and that you deceived me."
Morin smiled.
The 'little trouble' I'm talking about... is mine.
Compared to the whole planet, though... it's pretty big.
"Anyway, don't mention me when the time comes," Zhao Wei waved his hand. "Oh, right. When are you going to-"
He didn't finish.
Zhao Wei turned and left the building.
Morin stayed behind.
He looked up at the mech.
A sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
Finally.
It was time to fight.
This was the first time Morin had ever looked forward to battle so intensely.
There was no helping it.
This was a man's fantasy.
...
One month later.
Mech pilots from around the world gathered in a conference room.
The room wasn't full.
In fact, it was only half occupied.
There were only so many mechs available.
And some had to remain on Earth.
So only a portion could be deployed.
"I heard the strongest single-pilot mech wasn't selected and is staying behind," Chuck Hansen said with a grin that made him look very punchable. "Did China build it and then fail to find a pilot?"
Chuck Hansen was, indeed, punchable.
In the original timeline, he and his father, Herc Hansen, piloted Striker Eureka.
Young.
Wild.
Unruly.
Later, he would be thoroughly beaten by the protagonist, Raleigh.
Even then, he wouldn't truly settle down until Raleigh and Mako Mori piloted Gipsy Danger and achieved the unprecedented two-on-one combat feat.
As for his ending-
To clear a path for Gipsy Danger to reach the wormhole, he and Marshal Pentecost detonated a nuclear bomb aboard their mech.
They killed a Category IV Kaiju.
Crippled a Category V.
And allowed the nuclear-powered Gipsy Danger to enter the wormhole and self-destruct.
A final gift to the Precursors.
A nuclear one.
That moment-when the shattered Gipsy Danger floated midair before detonation, and the Precursors realized what was happening-
It was unforgettable.
But that was later.
Right now, he was just a hot-blooded young man with a bad temper.
"If we couldn't find one," Song Shu said calmly, glancing at him, "you'd be even less likely to."
Song Shu rarely argued with anyone.
But Chuck had just questioned something Morin personally guaranteed.
Song Shu believed Morin completely.
To question Morin-
Was unacceptable.
"Watch your words," Fang Xing said, his smile fading.
"We're the leaders of this operation."
"You're just two people who haven't even killed a Kaiju yet-"
"Chuck!" Herc Hansen shouted. "Shut up!"
"...," Chuck fell silent.
"Is he an idiot?" Raleigh whispered to his brother Yancy.
At this point, Raleigh hadn't yet lost him.
That mission hadn't happened.
The failure would later be traced back to Hannibal Chau's synapse link with a Kaiju brain.
The Precursors would extract vast amounts of human information from him.
"Don't talk about people like that," Yancy replied softly. "It's rude."
"I know," Raleigh said. "But it's true. Is stating a fact a problem?"
Young.
Unscarred.
Still sharp-edged.
The other pilots didn't argue, but they didn't mingle either.
"With all due respect," Pentecost said, watching through surveillance outside the room, his expression dark, "this team needs more time to train."
"We don't have that luxury," Zhao Wei shook his head. "According to our projections, Kaiju will soon reach Category IV, then Category V."
"All feasible short-term upgrades have already been applied to our current mechs."
"A technological leap in just a few years isn't realistic."
"We have no other choice."
He paused, then continued.
"Also, we've captured a black-market trader named Hannibal Chau."
"After examination, we confirmed he performed a Pons neural bridge with a Category II Kaiju brain."
"You know what that means."
"The link is two-way."
"What?!" Pentecost's eyes widened.
"To maintain morale, this information hasn't been released," Zhao Wei said.
"We don't know how much humanity's data the Kaiju obtained."
"But we do know one thing."
"If we don't counterattack and destroy the wormhole soon, we'll become fish on a chopping board."
"To be slaughtered at will."
"After passing through the wormhole, the first objective is to install nuclear devices," Zhao Wei added. "At least ten of the deployed mechs are nuclear-powered."
"Even if we fail to wipe out the Precursor civilization..."
"We can still destroy the wormhole."
Pentecost fell silent.
He wasn't a fool.
Under these circumstances, counterattack was the only rational choice.
Still, he had one last question.
"What about that man?" Pentecost asked suddenly.
"Hannibal Chau?" Zhao Wei sneered. "Death penalty."
"Thank God he didn't commit his crime in our state," Pentecost said. "Or I'd have had to break the law to kill him."
Zhao Wei paused.
"We don't have the death penalty here."
"That's not a wise decision," Zhao Wei replied. "After this operation, you should study the history of capital punishment in our country."
"It's interesting."
"I will," Pentecost said.
After the motivational briefing, the pilots headed to their mechs.
They donned their specialized pilot suits.
And prepared to enter the cockpits.
The Pacific Rim theme song began to play through the massive facility.
Every pilot stopped.
"How is it?" Morin asked with a smile from the side. "I made this theme song just for your departure."
"Sounds good, right?"
"Brother Morin!" Song Shu, Fang Xing, and the others rushed over, excited.
The rest of the pilots followed.
They all knew.
Their mechs had received unprecedented upgrades because of this young man.
A genius whose time was limited.
A true hero.
Even Chuck Hansen showed him complete respect.
"I was wondering where you were!" Fang Xing laughed. "Why didn't you come earlier?"
"No, I was wondering!" Song Shu shot back.
Their synapse link was perfect.
"Alright," Morin raised a hand.
Everyone quieted.
"Everyone," Morin looked around and smiled.
"See you soon."
He hid the words I'm sorry deep in his heart.
For what he was about to do.
The atmosphere instantly relaxed.
"See you soon" meant-
He hoped they would all return safely.
They understood.
"Go!"
With the music surging, the pilots entered their cockpits.
Self-checks completed.
Each mech, carried by six helicopters, rose through the opened ceiling and flew toward the wormhole.
Morin watched them leave.
Then, citing fatigue, returned to his room.
A few seconds later-
A transparent figure crossed several kilometers at an unimaginable speed.
And arrived at the base where the Abyssal Blade remained.
Morin.
Invisible.
As Zhao Wei said, no one else was there.
Even if there were-
It wouldn't have mattered.
Morin approached the mech and raised his right hand.
On his finger was a plain metal ring.
Something you could find at any flea market.
The moment it touched the mech-
The Abyssal Blade vanished.
At the same time, the number in parentheses after Morin's Mech Designer profession dropped by ten thousand.
A necessary cost.
And insignificant.
Over the years, alloy patent royalties and mech designs had earned Morin a fortune.
Ten thousand was nothing.
Qin Guang once asked why Morin needed so much money.
Morin replied that whether he needed it wasn't important.
What mattered was that he had it.
Whether Qin Guang believed him-
That wasn't Morin's concern.
"Let's begin..."
Morin spent another twenty experience points.
And teleported to the "abandoned and sealed" base in Siberia.
After finishing the weapon, Morin had visited Moscow.
Soon after, the base was "abolished and sealed by higher authorities."
There was no helping it.
Too much machinery.
Too much information.
Especially regarding High-Frequency Plasma Solidification Technology.
If it wasn't erased completely-
Morin feared he might one day become the sinner who destroyed Earth.
Better safe.
Since the place would be destroyed, no one could be left behind.
The weapon was already complete.
Morin released the Abyssal Blade.
Put on his pilot suit.
Entered the cockpit.
System startup.
Beside him stood a massive alloy greatsword.
It was called a greatsword for a reason.
Its length nearly matched the mech's chest height.
Sixty to seventy meters.
After system checks finished, Morin attached additional components to the mech's shoulders and back.
The Abyssal Blade had a transformation function.
No risk of instability.
These parts were for show-
No.
They were for flight.
And defense.
Morin raised his arm and reached toward the holographic projection.
The mech mirrored the motion.
And grasped the greatsword.
The nuclear energy medium surged through the palm-mounted plasma cannon.
Flowed into the hilt.
Raced through the blade.
Through internal precision structures, the energy was released outward.
Forming a solid, ultra-high-temperature plasma edge.
A colossal light sword.
With a single upward slash-
The top of the base was annihilated.
"Activating Flight Mode: Abyssal Extermination."
Morin named it after the mech's ultimate ability.
Energy erupted from the chest reactor.
Transferred into the newly installed components.
In an instant-
Four massive light wings extended from the mech's back.
Solid.
Luminous.
As they moved, they generated terrifying airflow.
Enough to lift a two-thousand-ton giant into the sky.
Below, a violent explosion consumed the base.
Erasing all remaining data.
The dark yellow wings.
The dark yellow greatsword.
The Abyssal Blade itself-
All were dyed blood-red by the inferno.
As if-
A demon god had descended.
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