Players Invade Cyberpunk

The situation developed somewhat unexpectedly for Lin Miao.

He had only asked Mantou and Natural Curl to find Adcardo to process a batch of parts, but had never imagined the players and NPCs would end up chatting about technology together.

Oh well, let them chat. At least Mantou hadn't forgotten the task assigned to her, and at least the exoskeleton's production was proceeding in an orderly fashion, although the location had shifted from the office to Adcardo's camp, given that they had better tools there.

What Lin Miao didn't know was that Mantou was not only communicating with Mitch in the game but also constantly seeking her old man's assistance outside the game. This combination of efforts both inside and outside the game not only gradually perfected the exoskeleton's design but also increased its cost, though it largely remained within his expectations.

Relying on the advanced industrial level of this world, the prices of many non-high-end industrial products were unexpectedly low. Coupled with the cheap prosthetics, they managed to create a prototype in about two days.

The finished product lived up to the name exoskeleton, with its limbs driven by dual motors instead of the originally designed single motor, totaling 24 small motors for twelve joints in the limbs. The main skeletal structure of the limbs consisted of two parallel 12mm stainless steel rods, integrated with a bionic neural control system from the prosthetics, and covered with a 10mm thick steel plate for protection, emphasizing a simplistic style.

The chest was equipped with a mechanical breastplate made of six pieces of composite metal, which was also where the exoskeleton was worn.

The hands were connected externally by four wide metal segments with hinged finger bones and a sensor glove, looking somewhat clumsy and incapable of delicate movements. The only parts resembling exoskeleton armor were the feet and back, with heavy iron boots and knee guards made of engineering plastic extending to the knees.

The most expensive item was probably the 62V polymer battery on its back, worth 800 Euros, salvaged from a car, which could power the exoskeleton for about six hours when fully charged, entirely protected by composite metal plates.

The weight increased from the originally designed 120KG to 160KG, and the payload capacity went up to 800KG, with the ability to lift 350KG with hydraulic hand assistance, though flexibility was somewhat lacking. Overall, it lagged far behind those mid-to-high-end prosthetic modifiers in both performance and speed, maxing out at 12KM/H. Compared to those cyborgs who had modified their legs, it was relatively slow, let alone against professionals.

The control system, as Mantou mentioned, read and mimicked muscle nerve information rather than being directly controlled by the brain, which might result in a slight delay in movement, but this could be gradually adapted to with practice.

There was no fire control system or automated weapon system, and adding these would at least triple the cost. The metal helmet only served as protection, lacking any night vision or aiming assistance. Even installing a spotlight felt almost adequate.

The cost was well-managed, with the motors being garbage sourced from Gloria, averaging 80 each, the battery at 800, stainless steel included, the neural sensor control consisted of materials salvaged from prosthetics, and labor and development design costs negligible, keeping the overall cost around 3000.

In purely technical terms, this exoskeleton was roughly equivalent to an upgraded version of a gray prosthetic.

Mantou patted the breastplate of the exoskeleton and, somewhat proudly, asked Mitch,

"How do you feel about it? I think it's simply perfect!"

Mitch clicked his tongue,

"Honestly, if someone told me to wear this into battle ten years ago, I'd drown them in a toilet. It's nothing more than an oversized mobile coffin."

Even though part of the work was his, Mitch still looked at the thing with both contempt and disdain.

There were plenty of prosthetics of this level, and their gear didn't look as ugly as this one, with better flexibility, portability, and adaptability. They were 'a bit pricey,' sure, but at least they wouldn't run out of power in four hours and leave you stranded on a chaotic battlefield, waiting for death.

Passing by outside, Panam folded her arms and watched the show, saying, "So this is all you managed to put together in two days? If you asked me, only a brain-dead idiot would buy this stuff; I could shoot the guy's brains out with a single shot."

In her hands was a Sentinel 12.7mm anti-materiel sniper rifle, capable of penetrating 15mm of homogeneous steel plate at a hundred meters. The chest plate of this Power Armor wouldn't stand a chance; even if it couldn't pierce through, it would incapacitate the person inside.

"Tch, what do you guys know? This is my first creation!"

Mantou grumbled inwardly that if she could take this thing out to show her dad, they'd treat it like a treasure at the National Science and Technology University.

Although her own contribution to it was nearly zero, relying entirely on game technology and NPC guidance, Mantou couldn't possibly extract the truly crucial neural sensor system and prosthetic control system from this exoskeleton.

This was just a feature within the game, and anyone who believed otherwise would be a fool.

Panam laughed, "So this is a handcrafted toy made by Mitch and you?"

"It's not a toy!"

"Are you guys done?" Sol heard the commotion and lifted the curtain to walk in, looking somewhat perplexed at the big iron lump in the tent.

This thing looked just like those cheap prosthetics, but he didn't have the heart to express his opinion outright since it was, after all, a commission from an ally.

"Could I trouble you two to pass a message to Lin for me? The Night Wanderers have been acting rather restlessly lately, and I'm worried they might be preparing for a large-scale retaliation over what happened last time. Tell him to be careful."

He didn't have Lin Miao's contact information, so he could only convey the message this way.