Chapter 618.1: Unofficial Update

Chapter 618.1: Unofficial Update

On the official website.

[Unofficial update: To solve the problem of everyone still wearing rags in the Beta test, after nearly a year in seclusion, Boss Xia has finally dropped the big one, designing a brand-new, mass-producible exoframe!

[This set is no longer limited by purchase quotas. Once your contribution rank reaches Apprentice Knight, you can buy it!]

[Now collecting codename suggestions. Everyone, cast your votes!]

[Attachment 1: Voting link]

[Attachment 2: (image)(image)(image)]

Tail: GIAO! Exoframe?!

Escaping Mole: Heavy steel shell, sleek curved plating, like an iron giant! That blend of strength and speed in the limbs, it’s more like a champion boxer than the Champion brand! Hisss, my DNA is shaking!

Quit Smoking: Holy crap, this is awesome!

Night Ten: One sentence summarized Mole’s entire ass-kissing speech. Now how’s he supposed to keep pretending. (≖⩊≖)

Gale: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Irena: I vote for Raven. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Elf Wang: Mk IV ight? Fast-forward to the

Horus Heresy

, our administrator slaughtering everything. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Spring Water Commander: Just call it Storm. Sounds good, yeah.

Sideline Slacking: Get lost! Why not call it Death?

Escaping Mole: Ahem, that’s too unlucky. Call it Skeleton instead.

Sideline Slacking: ??? And that’s lucky?

Silver's Father: Quiet down! Let’s compromise, how about Silver?

Silver Sword: Trash name, screw off.

Silver Hand: +1, even dogs wouldn’t eat that shit.

Silver's Father: Damn!

Makka Pakka: Hahahaha!

Me Quiet: ? Did someone just call me?

Sisi: Okay seriously, how about Magma?

Tail: !!! Weird vibe... how about Big Bearries instead? (///ω///)

Teng Teng: ...?

Sisi: Ugh, classic Tail, you started thinking about those things before anyone can react. (╯▽╰)

Roshan: What are you even talking about, why don’t I understand at all. QAQ

Sesame Paste: Ahaha... haha...

Pineapple Jiujiu: Why not just call it tin can? It looks like one.

Yaya: Now that you say that... looks kinda like a mushroom. 0.0

Mosquito: Motherfucker! This too too nasty! This thing’s only got one more fusion core than my design! Why’s nobody looking at me!! >:(

Falling Feather: You sure the only difference is a fusion core???

Quit Bullshit: I testify, it’s not the core missing, it’s a Strength type brute! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Makka Pakka: Hahahaha!

...

In West Continent Municipality, on the edge of Camp 101 stood a heavily guarded plant.

Unlike nearby academic facilities, its fences bristled with barbed wire, and cameras covered every inch of ground leading to the central building. Inside, the layout was sloppy, even crude.

Dozens of abandoned containers lay scattered over a half–football-field clearing, rusty beams and hooks hanging from the three story tall ceiling.

Sporadic booms and flashes erupted, not from construction, but from two exoframes armed to the teeth. One was painted blue and the other red. They were locked in fierce crossfire.

Heavy steel shells with sleek plating, compact limbs balancing strength and speed... That was the new equipment of the unofficial update.

It was called DLZJ-1!

Lawless Madman: ”OHHHH! DIE!”

I'll Die: “AHAHAH! Damn, you’re still too noob to kill me!”

Tracer fire riddled the containers, leaving thumb-thick holes. Yet on the chestplates of the exoframes, they made only nail-sized scratches.

Standard 7mm rifle rounds couldn’t breach it, even if they fired the entire magazine.

It took 7mm explosive rounds or sustained 12mm heavy machine gun fire to build up enough to damage the plates.

For the time being, both sides were locked evenly.

If one spoke nicely, each had their tactics. If they said what it really was, it looked a cockfight.

Thousands of rounds flew, but the shells were too tough. Neither could finish the other.

In a way, their clumsy fight still showcased the armor’s defensive power.

Even first-timers could bathe in a storm of bullets for an hour thanks to its full-body protection.

But the test had burned through too much ammunition and the supervisor soon ordered the final phase.

A

[Supply Refresh]

window popped up on both HUDs of their exoframes, supply markers blinking on their tactical maps.

Weapon-crates detached from hooks above, crashing down beside them.

Without hesitation, I'll Die lunged at one, smashing its lock with a punch.

Inside lay a massive Howler and his face lit up in glee the second he saw it.

“Hahaha! Little Lawless, don’t blame daddy, open wide!”

Seeing that monster, Lawless Madman froze, still clutching his rifle.

“The fuck?! Are you serious?!”

Grinning, I'll Die pulled the trigger. “Die!”

The muzzle spat flame, tracers like writhing serpents. Lawless Madman dove aside in panic.

19mm armor piercing rounds didn’t leave mere holes, the sparks boiled like molten iron.

He emptied the magazine, but only one hit.

The chest-shot made Lawless Madman howl, but he lived.

The jet cut clean through the first layer, cracking his breastplate. But the spaced second layer drained its power.

Such rounds could rip the armor on vehicles and Mutant Human torsos, but against exoframes, it all depended on the location struck.

The chestplate was the strongest part.

Lawless Madman reeled, stunned by the capability of his exoframe.

Damn.

The chestplate contained actual spaced armor!

In reality, that was Gundam-level defense.

Recovering, he cursed, grabbing a rocket launcher from another crate.

He quickly locked on to his target, and the buzz sounded in his ear.

“Fuck you! You pulled a Howler on me so don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

I'll Die, who was still swapping his magazines, froze at the sight. “Huh?! A Dove Missile?! Wait...”

“Wait my ass, die!” Lawless Madman grinned while pulling the trigger.

A white trail carved across the plant like a meteor, far faster than any missile from the movies and instantly struck his chest.

If I’ll Die had been an Agility type, maybe he could dodge. But as a Constitution type player, all he had was a longer health bar.

The blast engulfed him, the shockwave slamming him into a container meters away.

Alarms rang in his ears and visor.

[Warning! Armor critically damaged! Power, circulation, and health-monitor systems offline. Combat ability lost.]

Seeing red text, bleeding I'll Die panicked, fumbling for the eject button.

“Shut up! I can still fight!”

Shame, the switched was locked, not allowing him to eject and continue the battle against Lawless Madman.

The battle system had ruled him defeated.

A pop-up appeared:

[Match over. Red Team Victory]

[Winner ID: Lawless Madman]

The same message flashed before Lawless Madman’s eyes.

Though no audience watched, he still raised the rocket tube and roared in triumph.

“Awooooo!!”

At the same time, his VM filled with pop-ups:

[Mission complete]

[Reward: 50 silver coins, 50 contribution points]

[Winner bonus: 50 silver coins]