You calmly nodded: "That's true. It's hard for a young girl like her, barely reaching that age, not to have other thoughts when she's in the same room as a handsome, muscular guy like me."
[But—you met her gaze with a look of regret, thinking to yourself, "I don't date young girls; you won't be getting any for at least a few years."]
Then you see her panic even more.
"No way, am I that stupid? I don't think my emotional intelligence could be that low!"
"...It's not my fault. It must be because that twelfth brother messed around every day for the past twenty years, which made him stupid and his emotional intelligence dropped to negative levels."
On September 10th, your first exoskeleton, which you built entirely on your own, took shape.
It resembled a suit of armor, painted crimson, with flame-like arm guards and a reflective helmet visor.
A red cape was also hanging behind him.
[“Height 2.09 meters, weight 146 kilograms, maximum punching power 53 tons, speed 58 meters per second, shell hardness 7.48…”]
"Overall performance: 0.11 (functionality)."
"Let's call you War Dragon Generation One."
[Because it's just a temporary exoskeleton, the name was chosen quite casually.]
"However, the ratio of strength to speed is a bit exaggerated, and the speed feels relatively slow... well, because unlike martial artists of the Zun Yuan system, they don't have externally released internal energy to propel them; they simply run purely by walking."
You put it into your spatial ring, went to the garbage dump area, and put it on after entering.
"At this point, some regular enemies should spawn."
[Your manipulative power, brimming with the might of the War Dragon, allows you to traverse the junkyard with ease, leaping onto a mountain of trash and quickly finding the corresponding wild monster.]
Ahead, a thin scavenger was running desperately, but three hunting dogs were closing in on him, and he kept begging for mercy.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!" you shouted, then leaped down from the height, rushing towards the scavenger at an even faster speed, arriving before the three hunting dogs.
The three hunting dogs were extremely ferocious; upon seeing the exoskeleton, they didn't flinch but instead opened their mouths to bite you.
[Only when they open their mouths do you notice that these three are all modified dogs; their teeth have a metallic sheen, their mouths have been reinforced, and their bite force is astonishing.]
You punched a dog in the head; the force of tens of tons caused its skull to explode with a creaking, twisting metallic sound.
[If I kick another dog in half, its spine will also be made of artificial iron. Either of these two dogs is probably equivalent to a second-rate martial artist.]
Seeing this, the third dog yelped, forcefully twisting its body mid-air as it lunged at you, landing beside you before quickly turning and running away on all fours.
A strange wind suddenly blew in, causing your crimson cloak to flutter behind you. You stretched out a hand to the scavenger—a large, mechanical hand encased in an exoskeleton.
The scavenger, however, was unmoved. He stared blankly at the two dog carcasses, then broke down, saying, "You're finished...you're finished, and I'm finished too!"
【"What's the meaning?"】
[The other party collapsed: "Those two...were the Mountain King's beloved dogs!"]
"They're equipped with cameras; I'll be hunted down to my death!"
"Besides, three herders are nearby; it's too late to turn and run now!"
The scavenger suddenly stared at you with hatred: "Even if you have an exoskeleton, it's the same. Those three herders are also wearing powerful exoskeletons. You'll die with me!"
[Bang!]
You punched him in the face with perfect control, breaking his nose and knocking out a mouthful of teeth in the process.
"You bastard, if it weren't for me, you'd be torn to pieces by those three dogs right now, and you still have the nerve to bark at me!" You spat angrily.
Three seconds later, you turned around, silently opened your mask, and used all your strength to wipe away the drool inside.
[After pulling back the mask, the scavenger at your feet is still writhing in agony, clutching his face. You kicked him several meters away. This guy would be one of the most detestable characters in online novels.]
[After helping him, not only did I receive no reward, but he even barked at me like a dog.]
The worst part is that I've also made a major enemy because of him.
Even if the worst part isn't a big deal for you, the parts mentioned earlier are already annoying enough.
["Woof!" A dog barks from ahead. You look up and see three exoskeletons emerging from behind a pile of garbage. The modified dogs that had escaped earlier now stand tall and proud, emboldened by their owners.]
The three exoskeletons were identical in design, each wielding a drill in one hand and a battle knife in the other.
They looked at you and the scavenger rolling around nearby, and simultaneously stretched out their drill-wielding arms towards you.
The drill bit cracked open, revealing the gun barrel inside.
"So sinister?" Upon witnessing this scene in the future, you immediately accelerated to your maximum speed.
"Negative."
[This is not opening; the Holy Body is inherently a part of your power. What you mean by not opening is "the state of a one-life body that is self-destructive without descending."]
[On one side of the garbage mountain a hundred meters away, the modified dog, having found its herdsman, trotted back, ready to show off in front of you.]
[Just as it turned around from the side of the mountain, it saw a giant metal foot looming large in front of it...]
It exploded into a pile, sparks flying everywhere!
[After instantly killing the modified dog, you continue your swift attack, taking the initiative to strike a shepherd.]
Faced with your sudden attack, he clearly didn't have time to change the direction of his gun at this distance, and could only defend himself with his sword.
[But you had already anticipated this, striking his sword diagonally with one hand, exposing his chest, while your other hand delivered a straight punch, striking him heavily in the chest!]
A burst of sparks erupted, and he was blasted away, crashing into a pile of garbage.
"My exoskeleton is inferior to theirs." A single exchange revealed the gap in skill; your WarDragon 1 only had a performance rating of 0.11, while the three opposing exoskeletons all boasted ratings of at least 0.3!
"But it's alright, my fighting skills far surpass theirs."
Sparks, machinery, explosion.
This was an unequal battle, yet it unleashed a torrential storm of power.
"It's definitely not a fair match."
Ultimately, your WarDragon 1st Generation was 11% damaged, while the other three exoskeletons were either destroyed by you, stunned in the fierce battle, or had their mana exhausted.
[You dismantled their exoskeletons, confirmed they frequently fed dogs to humans, then killed them all. You then used your spatial ring to collect the three exoskeletons for use as upgrade materials for the first-generation War Dragon.]
[On September 11th, you returned to the junkyard wearing the War Dragon II, whose hands had been modified into battle swords and whose performance reached 0.41.]
You wielded your twin swords with incredible speed, taking down two ill-intentioned scavengers who had been sniping at you.
[You have harvested materials from a mountain of garbage: 14 kilograms of chromium gold.]
[At the same time, I saw injustice and stood up for what was right.]
[And skipped that uneven stretch of road.]
...
(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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