Marvelous Mecha

Because of her excellent performance, the Yingland Royal Military Command Academy had approved Emily's request for a leave of absence. The reason was that Emily had faced an impasse, a problem that even a genius like her couldn't decipher - why was she gradually losing interest in everything as she became older? The indecisive her decided to seek advice from her grandfather.

Gandalf asked Emily to stay at the Martial Arts Hall for a while, encouraging her to spend more time on meaningful contemplation, discovering the importance of meditating and uplifting her mood. She might even realize something unexpected. Little did she know, this would pave the way for her upcoming journey in life.

Therefore, Emily began her daily routine of getting up early and jogging, a habit she had long cultivated. However, as soon as she stepped out of her room, she covered her nose with an exclamation, "Brother, you…"

"Drank too much last night, going to the bathroom."

Emily opened and closed her mouth without uttering a word, shocked. The smell of alcohol infused around Francis was so overwhelming that Emily hastily moved away from him.

On her way out of the martial hall, she bumped into a staggering Feng Yi. His heavy smell of alcohol made Emily blink. Her brain immediately began to process this encounter, prompting her to realize something.

Could it be that her brother came all this way to the martial hall to specifically drink with Feng Yi? If so, then what relationship did they share with each other? Wait, her grandfather had told her that Feng Yi was a distant relative. Could it be that his true identity was a childhood friend whom her brother Francis had met during his time at the prison colony? Apparently, he is very strong. If she wasn't mistaken…

With these thoughts in mind, Emily's usually calm eyes sparkled. She had not considered this perspective before. Suddenly, she found herself eagerly anticipating the upcoming duel.

Feeling a probing gaze, Feng Yi casually glanced at Emily, who quickly withdrew.

It must be said that upon closer inspection, Sir Feng lived up to the title of a gentleman. In Emily's eyes, he was simply the handsome face of the Martial Arts Hall. She even felt herself blushing.

However, his appearance was different from Francis', be it due to habit or aura. Dressed in black, Feng Yi exuded a unique charm - he was resolute and casual. Simple but dignified, he gave people an unfathomable impression. After observing him for a day, Emily concluded that this might be his true self.

As for her brother Francis, he appeared frivolous but was actually very principled. Highly intelligent, he was a sweet-talking playboy. There was no other way to define him.

Feng Yi did not know what was going on in Emily's mind. He simply thought she was being silly.

After finishing his chores, Feng Yi promptly left the Martial Arts Hall, heading straight for the Fitness Center. Maintaining his training in high gravity was the only way to retain his sharp sense in combat. Understanding the need to keep progressing, Sir Feng secretly decided to become a regular at the Fitness Center whenever his wallet allowed it.

As Feng Yi walked towards the Fitness Center, he was in good spirits. Through the open air light screen, an official commentator was live broadcasting a Galactic Warfare match. Underneath the light screen, numerous spectators gathered; couples, elderly, children, and more. Some spectators were wildly waving their clothes in the air, creating a lively scene.

No doubt, Galactic Warfare was one of the best-selling games at that time. Amidst this era dominated by mecha, Galactic Warfare was favored by players of all ages. Countless businesses and even peddlers had settled in Galactic Warfare. The in-game currency even has a 1:1 exchange rate with real currency, making it the most popular game in the universe.

Other large entities tried to replicate the game's success but only managed to mimic it, never surpassing it. That's the charm of Galactic Warfare – you might not know Ancient Martial Arts, you might not have touched a woman, but you must have heard of the game, unless you were a fairy.

But in Feng Yi's eyes, the game did not hold much significance. It was just a platform to find opponents. At present, he had to rush to the Fitness Center.

Feng Yi wasn't entirely indifferent to his surroundings. As he walked, he scanned the streets. The gorgeously dressed girls were a sight to behold, especially in their form-fitting technologically advanced clothes that accentuated their curves. As he observed them, he noticed the girls were returning his gaze. He took one look at them – attractive. With that, Sir Feng rushed to the Fitness Center without formulating a single response.

The famous saying goes, "money makes the man." Feng Yi could not afford the exorbitant price of a single gravity room. Therefore, he chose a cheaper option, a crowded low-class gravity room that was filled with some 200 men.

This was the reality of the single-gravity zone. However, Feng Yi had a feeling that someone was watching him. On closer inspection, it was indeed a man winking at him. The suggestive look implied a gentle promise. Feng Yi, scared, wasted no time in running to the double-gravity area without even warming up.

In reality, having adapted to eight times the gravity outside the Colonial Planet, Feng Yi did not need to adjust at all. When he arrived at the second floor, he noticed a significant decrease in the number of people.

Feng Yi did not linger and proceeded to the third-floor gravity zone. He could count the few people here, including three middle-aged women. These regulars at the Fitness Center seemed to be martial artists by birth. Surprised by Feng Yi's young age, they exchanged glances.

Regardless, no one could prevent Feng Yi from reaching the top. He rushed up to the fourth floor, but this time, Feng found himself caught off guard, as there was a girl engrossed in her reading.

The girl's fair skin contrasted sharply with her black school uniform. Even without any expensive ornaments, she gave off an air of being different – noble and serious, calm yet elegant. It seemed as if the public gravity room wasn't suitable for her status. From a distance, Feng could feel a strong queen-like aura emanating from her.

At the same moment, the girl noticed him as well, a fleeting flicker of surprise in her eyes, which didn't escape Feng Yi's observation. To avoid any issues, he decided it would be best to leave quickly.

"Wait a minute."

Feng Yi stopped walking but did not respond; he waited for her to continue.

"Who are you?"

She didn't seem to be angling for a conversation. Usually, people would introduce themselves before asking for the other person's identity. Initially, Feng Yi did not want to respond, but remembering his interaction with Sheng Qiangwei, he merely shrugged, "I'm just me. Who are you?"