Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 463 - 238: Library Plan

Chapter 463 -238: Library Plan

(Congratulations to the new helmsman “Eternal Flow of Books”!)

Hope one day you will become a pillar of Dingchuan!

Mu Fan chewed on these words, feeling a sense of pride swelling within him.

Standing at the top of Little Green Mountain, which offered a complete view of Dingchuan’s undulating landscape, even the bone-chilling mountain wind couldn’t suppress the warmth he felt emanating from every pore of his body.

He looked up at the sky where the mist was dissipating and the sunrise was ascending, and with a breath gathered in his chest, a voice laden with a youth’s boundless faith echoed across the mountains:

“I will definitely—become—a pillar of Dingchuan!”

Pillar of Dingchuan…

Pillar…

The young man’s spirited shout reverberated through the heavens, piercing through the mountain wind and drifting farther away.

The figure gracefully hopping down the mountain stones and woods suddenly paused and looked back at the peak.

A smile curled upon her face, bright as the autumn moon.

Then with her black hair swirling, Lu Qingxue continued leaping down the unique path she had chosen.

The silver-white box in her hands swayed as her figure gradually vanished into the mountain forest with the wind.

…

Mu Fan twisted his neck and looked at the huge rock he had set aside, once again putting his hands to work to heave it onto his back.

He walked to the edge of the stone platform and looked down at the winding path that seemed steeper than ever, bent his legs, and leaped again.

Going uphill might be easy, but going downhill was hard, yet the young man’s legs did not tremble as they landed on the stone steps, and to prevent his center of gravity from shifting forward, Mu Fan even forcibly shortened the distance his body lowered by half. This meant his body bore the direct pressure of the rock’s several-ton weight.

Moreover, the most dangerous part was that with this several-ton rock on his back, any misstep could lead to a severe injury.

“Huh—ah!”

Thump!

Thump!

His feet landed on the steps time and again.

The huge rock rose and fell with each leap, the sweat from the young man’s effort trickling down onto the stony path behind him.

The descent was much faster than his ascent because for Mu Fan, what most people feared the most was as if nonexistent. Feeling the temperature gradually shifting from cold to cool, Mu Fan enjoyed the sight of the serpentine mountain path below.

When the clock pointed to five-thirty, a few figures occasionally appeared on the roads of the apartment area. However, these people didn’t head toward the nearly one-kilometer-long mountain path. These were the diligent and studious commoner students.

For them, being able to leap into heaven and enter Dingchuan Academy meant they had to study hard and aim to join a top-notch company after graduation and earn a salary that their peers would envy.

It was a straightforward path where knowledge changed destiny.

For them, there were no shortcuts to success, so to stand out among a group of elite students, they had to spend more time studying, accumulating, and surpassing!

From five to six o’clock was the time for these hardworking scholars; rushing students would first go to the cafeteria for breakfast and then immerse themselves in a day of learning at the library.

So naturally, no one would notice Mu Fan here, desperately leaping.

When Mu Fan let out a final cry and landed heavily on the ground, his bones let out a creaking noise.

He tossed his head to the side and smiled, beads of sweat dripping onto the ground.

“Ha—ah! Get over there!”

His arms, gleaming with the sheen of sweat, actually lifted the boulder, took a step, and with strength generated from his waist, in a twisting motion transferred to his back and arm muscles, Mu Fan hurled the several-ton rock towards the overgrown area on the other side.

With a dull thud, there was even a slight shaking underfoot.

The boulder, thrown with all of Mu Fan’s might, improbably stood slanted, looking unexpectedly harmonious.

“Hehe, feels so good to get moving,” Mu Fan said.

Although his chest heaved from the intense exercise, his smile was filled with satisfaction.

After putting his folded clothes back on, Mu Fan hurried back to the dormitory.

Everyone should still be asleep, so he could quietly hand over the medicine that Bai Guyue had made to Yin Shuai.

Remembering the proud look of White Hair, foaming at the mouth after her wild shooting spree on Asteroid 131, he couldn’t help but laugh.

But as amusing as it was, he didn’t wish for this treasure of a teammate to get sick every time she fired her weapon; that would really be something.

The roads in the apartment area were clean and tidy, and a group of students with tablets and bags hurried toward the academic district were surprised to see a young man passing by like a gust of wind, wearing only a tank top.

On their way hustling to the cafeteria and library, someone had just finished running and was heading back for a shower…

Probably some rich kids with no worries about employment or work, he guessed.

Wait till four years later, and you’ll see the difference between you and us!

The determined students continued on their way.

Unbeknownst to Mu Fan, he had no idea what those people he had just passed were thinking, but he really liked this pure atmosphere where everyone was actively moving forward. This place was even more intoxicating than the academy life he’d dreamed of.

As he ran, Mu Fan’s voice was transmitted through his bones.

“Black, adjust today’s schedule,” he said.

“You tell me, Wood,” responded Black’s cheeky voice.

Mu Fan’s voice halted abruptly, “What did you call me?”

“Wood, what’s wrong with that? Hahaha, yesterday little fatty sent you so many messages and you didn’t even check Sky Communication, sleeping like a dead pig, probably pissed off fatty by now.”

Creak!

Mu Fan clenched his fist tightly, his voice as cold as icy snow, “You… why didn’t you… tell me!”

If Nuonuo had called him more than twice, it had to be important.

“Black! If Nuonuo really missed something important because of you, I won’t forgive you. Host privilege, from now on prioritize Nuonuo’s Sky Communication messages and do not conceal anything in any form!” Mu Fan said sharply, coming to an abrupt stop.

“Ah?… You’re really mad… Okay, okay, I was just trying to whet your appetite. There shouldn’t be anything important from her, I’ve been monitoring the cameras outside her dorm, so. Alright, host privilege confirmed,” Black’s voice softened, clearly understanding the host’s privilege was of the highest order in its logical framework.

And it seemed like this was the first time Mu Fan got angry with it.

“That’s better. And don’t call me Wood anymore.”

“Understood, my Mu Fan.”

Mu Fan felt like Black was now a big chunk of tough meat; tough to chop, impervious to boiling. Show a bit of sternness and it immediately acts all pitiful.

Could all these complex and twisted emotions really be learned from the internet?

Black seemed to have been dyed through and through with blackness.

That sly, naughty blackness.

Continuing his sprint, Mu Fan asked, “Could you help me look up some mecha combat techniques? I feel that my grasp of mecha skills is still lacking. I want to change my training plan.”

“Sure, but you’re looking for iron on a mountain of gold. Dingchuan Academy Library—with your high privileges, why not use them? With your access, you could even see many forbidden moves. All those moves I taught you before are just from the standard textbooks,” Black said, puzzled. The moves Mu Fan had learned with such enthusiasm were indeed just from textbooks, available in any public course.

“Library?” Mu Fan was momentarily clueless before he remembered his core student status gave him substantial privileges. But initially, he had glossed over it after being given a casual mention by Big Bald Head and only later found out after reading the notice.

Library A-level access!