"Young people having feelings for their old mechs is a good thing! But you still need to consider things comprehensively," the old man said earnestly. "Mechs are not like other things. Setting aside the precious materials, judging by your identity, you're in the military. If your mech suddenly stops obeying you on the battlefield, it could be fatal."
"I know! But I believe my intelligent mech can endure it. Besides, tacit understanding is equally important on the battlefield. A newly born intelligence cannot achieve the results I desire." Xing Yuan was resolute. If all else failed, she would secretly give Wei Guang some extra training. Moreover, the day Wei Guang was born, she had already decided it would be her only intelligent mech. The outer shell material could change, but the core would never be altered.
Seeing her persistence, the old man didn't say more. He turned and went into the room, relaying the entire matter to the genius mech manufacturer inside. Xing Yuan sat in the room, waiting, slowly sipping her tea, without much worry in her heart. The old man might not have noticed, but the genius mech manufacturer, who had built countless mechs, would definitely recognize her identity, especially since she had secretly released a trace of her spiritual power earlier. If she were just an ordinary person, no amount of money could move this person. But if she were the almost universally known Federal War God, it would be a different story. Who could refuse when the Federal War God herself lent her presence to boost the mech manufacturer's reputation?
After a while, as she had expected, he personally received Xing Yuan. The mech manufacturer was dressed in simple cloth, appearing unremarkable. If Xing Yuan hadn't known his identity beforehand, no one would have associated this ordinary person with a mech master. The man dismissed his attendants and a light chuckle escaped his throat, "Haha! I truly didn't expect this!"
"At first, I didn't expect the Federal War God to be a woman. Now, I didn't expect that not only is she a woman, but she's also so..."
"Since that's the case, would you be willing to build a mech for me?" Xing Yuan, hearing his slightly sarcastic words, did not get angry but asked back faintly. She knew very well that when she truly revealed her identity, there would be no shortage of doubts. Therefore, she had already prepared herself mentally.
The man slowly said, "To build a mech for the renowned Interstellar War God is my wish, but... with the current chaos outside, and her never having stepped forward, how can I be sure that you are the one?"
"Makes sense!" Xing Yuan nodded, seemingly agreeing with his words. "Then what do you want me to do? Find someone to fight me?" Xing Yuan licked her lips, her eyes filled with excitement, but she tried to restrain herself. "It's not impossible!"
"No, no, no!" The man shook his head. "I'm just a mech master; my combat strength isn't high, and I don't particularly like this kind of crude way to prove oneself."
"Then what do you suggest?" Xing Yuan, disappointed at not being able to fight, became impatient. "You are not only our Interstellar War God but also the General of the First Legion. I have admired Military Advisor Bai for a long time. If you don't mind, I hope you can call him here."
"Firstly, it can prove your identity. Secondly, it will fulfill my wish. I'll give you a twenty percent discount on this mech's cost." The man smiled slyly, his intentions laid bare for Xing Yuan to see. He was so candid that Xing Yuan couldn't bear to refuse him (mainly because she was thrifty and disliked waste).
Thus, they "happily" reached a consensus. Xing Yuan explained the whole story to Bai Xingyu and then called him over. Bai Xingyu arrived at the shop in his combat uniform, looking very serious. The moment Xing Yuan saw his attire, her mouth twitched uncontrollably. Did he have to be like this for a fan who liked him? Hadn't he not worn a combat uniform for many years? "I'm not wearing that damn combat uniform, it's so ugly!" This brother, who claimed he would abandon martial arts for literature, did you remember what you said?
Bai Xingyu didn't notice Xing Yuan's expression. He had finally found a fan, and this fan was a renowned figure, so he naturally deserved to be treated with seriousness. Looking back, Bai Xingyu felt that the most glorious period of his life was his time in combat. Ever since he became a military advisor, he was either being angered or on his way to being angered, which was truly miserable!
However, the man's first sentence broke Bai Xingyu. He said, "Military Advisor Bai, why are you dressed so ugly! What I admired most about you was how you strategized on the battlefield." Some military footage could be released with permission, and it was because of such footage that he became a fan of this person. Now, seeing him in person, he instantly felt a sense of disillusionment. He blamed himself for having too high expectations, so the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
After being looked at by the man with the gaze of someone betrayed, Bai Xingyu became increasingly uncomfortable. Was this person really his fan? Why did it feel like he had done something wrong to him? "Teacher Ming, you've met the person now, and my identity should be confirmed. It's time to fulfill your promise!" Xing Yuan didn't care what was happening with him. She only knew that she couldn't let this person go back on his word.
"Don't worry! I won't refuse such a mutually beneficial matter." Ming Yu pouted and bent down to fiddle with his machine. "Alright, alright, you two, hurry up and leave! I don't want to see you now. I'll start making your mech first, and it should be ready next month. You can just come and pick it up." Ming Yu began to rush them, not wanting to see the person who had disillusioned his idol at all. If he had known, he wouldn't have met him, saving himself this much sadness.
Although the two were puzzled, they had no intention of lingering. Xing Yuan also felt that since she had achieved her goal, it would be good to leave early, so she waved goodbye to Bai Xingyu. Bai Xingyu suddenly grabbed Xing Yuan's wrist in a hurry, then retracted his hand as he met Xing Yuan's slightly confused gaze. "I, I don't have anything else to do today. How about I escort you?" Bai Xingyu swallowed and said somewhat nervously.
"Okay!" Xing Yuan nodded indifferently. The two walked in silence. As they neared Xing Yuan's residence, Bai Xingyu suddenly called out to her. Xing Yuan turned around and looked at Bai Xingyu, who was nervously rubbing his hands, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. "What's wrong? Are you cold?"
"No!" Bai Xingyu waved his hands repeatedly. After a period of mental preparation, he asked, "General, what exactly do you like about her? Although our Federation doesn't mind these things, there are so many people better than her. Why did you choose her?"