“Of course I saved a spot for you. How could we have a five-on-five team battle without our second young lady, the Shield Axe Hero?” Samimi patted Serina’s shoulder with a playful laugh.
“Hehe.” Serina grinned brightly, not a shred of doubt in her mind.
Thinking back to her initial attitude toward Samimi, it had been downright hostile. She had been one of the few who could see through Samimi’s “artful” nature. Unfortunately, she had now been thoroughly “trained” by Samimi into a loyal little sidekick.
There was no helping it. Following Samimi meant getting to utterly crush the strongest of the younger generation, the Hero of the Storm, and the feeling of enjoying that invincible amplification buff was just too satisfying. She had been completely won over by Samimi’s charm in an instant.
Only that group of “pig-headed girls” from the Royal City Brave Squad would kick a Divine Official out of their party and then find there wasn’t a second one like her in the entire world.
Everyone chatted and laughed as they returned to the Radiant Guild’s weapon workshop to rest.
Samimi lay down on the sofa for a short nap, openly slacking off.
Niubao and Serina left together, heading to a secret training ground for special practice.
As dusk fell, Miss Meihua and the girl Aoi returned, carrying large bags of boxed meals.
“Time to eat, Shalum,” the girl Aoi came over to wake Samimi.
“Hmm? Where’s Niubao?” Samimi sat up and asked.
“Mino and Serina went to bathe. They practiced the entire afternoon. Serina even took her out for a big meal. This is what they packed for you,” Miss Meihua said.
“Leftovers? You expect me to eat leftovers?” Samimi protested about her dignity, but her stomach growled, and she rummaged through the boxes like a starving dog.
“You really never let me relax,” Miss Meihua said with a wry smile. “I still have to go to the First Guild tonight to discuss cooperation details and draft documents.”
“Then you should hurry up and eat,” Samimi said.
Miss Meihua sat down and ate a few bites before she had to rush off again.
“Adults are always so busy,” Samimi sighed, not mentioning who was responsible for making things so complicated.
After finishing her meal, with Niubao and Serina both absent, Samimi enjoyed a rare moment of peace.
The girl Aoi continued her research with her head down. Samimi, after a few satisfied burps, wandered aimlessly around the weapon workshop, her curiosity piqued as she went over to see what the girl was actually working on.
For the past few days, the girl Aoi had been staying up late tinkering with some unknown weapon, surrounded by nine massive weapon racks in the center, acting all mysterious.
And then—
Samimi saw a “giant object” that made her freeze on the spot, even giving her the illusion that she had returned to her original world.
The girl Aoi was secretly building a Magic Knight Mecha!
In that moment, Samimi finally understood why she had come to this weapon workshop and met this unassuming young girl artisan.
It was so that she, the “Transmigrator,” could witness this thing.
She even felt an absurd notion—that the true protagonist of the entire Southern Wansen Tree Sea storyline might just be this sickly young girl.
Everyone else was just playing around, while the real technical mastermind was here, brewing up her ultimate move.
“Ah, you saw it. How embarrassing. Please don’t tell Miss Meihua, or she’ll scold me for wasting funds,” the girl Aoi scratched her head, smiling helplessly.
“You designed this yourself? Why did you come up with this concept?” Samimi was even starting to suspect she might also be a Transmigrator.
“I don’t know either… I just kept thinking about it, kept working on it, and it ended up like this,” the girl Aoi replied.
“You don’t know its purpose? Are you hiding information?” Samimi circled the mecha, looking it up and down, completely unable to resist its allure.
This was something that could shake one’s worldview, yet placed in this Otherworld, it seemed strangely fitting.
After all, the structure of this world was similar to reality, just with magic replacing electricity.
There were magic lamps on the streets, magic water heaters in inns, so the appearance of a magic-powered mecha wasn’t strange at all.
This mecha’s form resembled a giant armored knight, its outer shell like super-heavy knight’s armor.
This kind of “knight mecha” wasn’t entirely non-existent; in fact, because it fit the magical fantasy worldview, it wouldn’t seem out of place.
“So, how do you use this?” Samimi asked.
“Like my wheelchair, powered by magic,” the girl Aoi, seeing her interest, was also happy. She maneuvered her mana wheelchair closer to explain.
However, no matter how much she explained, Samimi couldn’t understand; it was like listening to a foreign language.
The girl Aoi’s forging method was like assembling something in a game with just a few clicks, completely defying logic.
In that moment, Samimi suddenly realized—
The girl Aoi’s forging ability, just like her own support abilities, were both existences “outside the rules.”
Others looking at her were probably just like she was looking at the girl now—completely unable to comprehend.
The girl Aoi manipulated a mechanical arm to open the mecha’s outer shell, letting Samimi see inside.
Inside, densely packed black thread-like structures were woven, outlining contours similar to human muscles.
These black threads were made of special material. Getting close to them even gave a feeling of one’s magic being sucked away, like a black hole, instinctively triggering a sense of danger.
“What material is this made of?” Samimi asked.
“A magic conduction structure forged from [Extraterrestrial Meteorite],” the girl Aoi explained. “The effect is similar to a magic staff; it can enhance magic output, but it cannot improve spell precision.”
“So, it can only boost power, not allow fine control, right?” Samimi summarized.
“Yes! As expected of a magic user, you understand quickly,” the girl Aoi nodded happily.
“How did you know I’m a magic user?” Samimi asked in return.
“You used magic in the duel. Miss Meihua told me,” the girl Aoi said.
“Right,” Samimi continued examining the mecha.
The mecha was currently kneeling on the ground, fixed by several mechanical suspension arms. Its height was about three stories, nearly thirty-six feet. If it stood up, its head would probably punch right through the ceiling.
Its armor was astonishingly thick, with some key parts even exceeding four inches.
“So, how do you operate it?” Samimi asked again.
“It needs a brave hero who isn’t afraid of death to get inside and pilot it,” the girl Aoi opened the chest armor, revealing an extremely cramped cockpit.
Samimi crawled in to take a look and couldn’t help but complain, “You need to improve the comfort, ventilation, and visibility. Can you even see anything sitting in here?”
“Ahem… those aspects are still being improved. That’s why we need a hero who isn’t afraid of death,” the girl Aoi scratched her head awkwardly.
“What about weapons? Just armor isn’t enough, right? You can’t just use fists to smash things?” Samimi continued offering suggestions.
When she turned around, she saw the girl Aoi’s eyes shining brightly, her face full of excitement.
“What’s that expression for?” Samimi asked.
“You… you don’t think I’m just messing around? You don’t think this is junk? You’re actually giving me so many useful suggestions…” the girl Aoi’s voice trembled slightly.
“I can understand,” Samimi said calmly. “I was also kicked out of my party before because others didn’t understand my support techniques. People like us are destined not to be understood by ordinary people. Only freaks can understand other freaks.”
The girl Aoi’s eyes reddened.
“Is it that bad? Are Miss Meihua and Hake not good to you?” Samimi asked.
“No… they are very good to me. I’m an orphan the Council President picked up,” the girl Aoi said softly. “It’s just… my forging art is considered heresy by traditional blacksmiths…”
After listening, Samimi silently吐槽ed internally: ‘Well, they’re not entirely wrong; it is pretty heretical.’
But on the surface, she remained serious:
“Incompetent people belittle what they cannot understand. They’re jealous of you. You can forge weapons approaching legendary grade. In the forging world, you’re already unrivaled.”
“But I still want to be recognized…” the girl Aoi whispered.
“Don’t think about changing others,” Samimi said. “Focus on improving yourself. When you’re strong enough, you’ll naturally be recognized.”
She paused, then showed a faint smile:
“Just like me. Tomorrow, I’m going to defeat those who denied me and make them shut up with my strength.”
“You’re the same. Whoever doesn’t recognize you, just use your mecha to crush their weapon workshops.”