Chapter 128 Bleem's Mail

Zhuang Zhou's video was immediately recommended by the official channels, and it wasn't long before it appeared on Mars as well.

The Martians were completely silenced, while the Earthlings had occupied Mars Old Dad's live broadcast room.

"Don't even bother watching, Mars babies, you can't learn this!"

"Did you see that? This is the real Tyrant Spear, who else but me!"

"Puppet God is invincible..."

"Just won once and you don't know your own name anymore."

"Where did this guy come from? Never heard of a gun expert before."

"Bullshit, the Battle Tiger is an obsolete model. This guy is really fierce. When did USE produce such an expert?"

………………

A significant number of players flooded into Mars Old Dad's channel. The suppression they had felt since the Solar System Competition had finally found an outlet.

Winning against a "weak" opponent while playing so freely and joyfully. The overall atmosphere in USE had indeed been suppressed recently. Losing to NUP in the Mech Fighting Competition wasn't exactly unexpected, but losing to ROM was a real upset. This was something that USE had never even considered. Likewise, one could imagine the situation among the victorious Martians, especially given their naturally extroverted personalities. To put it nicely, it was passion; to put it bluntly, it was arrogance.

Li Hao stopped to rest for a while. Recently, the random selections had all been old USE mechs.

Ding-dong…

Li Hao's languid expression vanished, and a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. Bleem mail.

Bleem Mission 128: Only USE Battle series mobile suits can be used.

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, then opened his mech hangar with a slightly dazed expression. He breathed a sigh of relief. There were only a few mechs inside, but he did have the Battle series trio: Battle Dragon, Battle Tiger, and Battle Leopard.

It wasn't that the system always randomly selected Battle series mechs for him, but rather that he had very few mechs in his hangar to begin with. Mechs in EMP weren't free. As a contestant from the Earth Zone, he had received the Battle series trio as a gift, permanently free. The other mechs he had were given away in various events.

Buy them? That was out of the question.

The reason he had been able to try out various mechs before was entirely thanks to the free weekly mechs in the hangar. He played whatever was free. However, in the real zone ranked matches, there was no such thing as a free weekly mech.

What kind of trick was Bleem up to this time?

Letting him reach 3,000 EMP points was understandable. It was likely a preparation for a later mission. But why only these three models?

Was it because he was poor?

He had done so many things in the past few years, seemingly disorganized. Li Hao vaguely felt that there was a line connecting them, pointing to a certain goal. However, he couldn't figure it out. What puzzled him was what exactly Bleem was: human or non-human?

Assuming it was human, the technology Bleem displayed was something they couldn't possibly have now. And if humans had mastered it, why would they do such a boring thing?

If it wasn't human, then this civilization was treating him like a test subject. However, the exploration, assassination, and contact-type missions he had done over the years were extremely purposeful. Furthermore, the language and style of the emails were very human.

Playing around or experimenting wouldn't be done in this way.

As he pondered, Li Hao lost interest in continuing to play. To stop his brain from overthinking, he needed a little excessive exercise.

When the Puppet's icon dimmed, the more than two hundred thousand spectators couldn't hide their disappointment. This was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot and mess with the Martians, to make these Martian bumpkins understand the Earth's heritage.

Of course, the Martian contestants were even more furious. Since the establishment of the Martian Federation, the Martians' goal had been to lead the entire Solar System Alliance. They didn't even care about the Earthlings, let alone the Lunarians. They firmly believed that the Martians' ascent to the top was only a matter of time. They were the ones who always provoked others, so how could they tolerate someone provoking them?

Who would have thought that this Earthling would be so shameless, fighting and then running away?

Stein was also furious. He had repeatedly sent rematch invitations, but he was still unconvinced. It must have been a fluke just now. He wanted to fight again.

But his opponent had already logged off and completely ignored him. Then Stein's Skylink rang.

A message.

"Stein, the Flame Wolf team doesn't need weaklings. You're fired."

Stein's pupils dilated, and he let out a hysterical roar from the training room…

Feynman and Alps had also become addicted to studying the Puppet recently. This was also a characteristic of the Lunarians. It had to be said that there were significant differences in the inherent personalities of the humans from the four major alliances.

Lunarians were proud and reserved, meticulous in their actions, and always thought three steps ahead. They liked to explore the unknown.

Earthlings were proud and conservative, liked to overestimate themselves, and were unwilling to change.

Martians were indulgent and extroverted, liked to take risks, and had a desire to be the leader.

Titans worshiped the strong. They used to follow behind USE, but now they were staunch allies of NUP.

Although Feynman had suffered a setback, after a few days of depression, he was now more excited to have discovered his weaknesses.

"Do you think he judged it well, or just took a chance and got lucky?" Feynman couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows? This kind of leveraging force has a higher operational rate in a virtual environment, but it's really not high in real mode. It's like playing with your life on a knife's edge," Alps said with a dismissive curl of his lips. He didn't believe it anyway.

"Alps, you're wrong. From the moment he deliberately allowed the Sky Wolf to hit him, to the final attack, it was all calculated," a clear and cold voice sounded. Tita had arrived. "This person is very dangerous, and extremely bold."

In the dormitory of Tianjing Mech Academy, Zhuang Zhou looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. His number of fans had grown from more than 500 to over 10,000. As a freshman in the journalism department, this was a pretty good achievement.

His new work had already been produced. Zhuang Zhou was also a Golden Gene owner, but unfortunately, his manifestation wasn't in the direction of combat. In fact, he had a dream of becoming an ace pilot. Generally, dominant genes were easy to measure, but his was quite strange. It was a premonition. He seemed to have mastered some kind of predictive ability, but it wasn't the type that predicted lottery numbers. Instead, he would suddenly have a bizarre fantasy or speculation, and it would be right eight or nine times out of ten.

He didn't know if it was because he was lucky or something else. The moment he saw the Puppet, he had this feeling, and he was used to following it and continuing to explore. This feeling always brought him surprises.

It had before, and even more so with the Puppet.

The Skylink wallpaper was successfully set: it was the war-torn Martian battlefield, with the tall and mighty Battle Tiger I holding the Tyrant Spear, tilting its head slightly to look at the wreckage of the Sky Wolf not far away. Even though it was a cold mech, everyone felt the contempt of a king.

This was what the Earthlings needed, what they wanted, because they were all Earthlings, and no matter how much they declined, they couldn't erase their pride.

Suddenly, another bold idea popped into his head: was the Puppet an Earthling?

Who was he?

An expert in the Mobile Forces?

A military academy student?

A purely civilian expert?

Zhuang Zhou's heart pounded. Since the Puppet's appearance, his battles had mostly occurred between 7 PM and 12 AM, which was exactly the opening time of the Earth military academies' EMP.

Just then, the dormitory door was kicked open. "Damn, Zhuang Zhou, what did you post? Is this guy your friend? He's awesome plus! Taking off!"

"Yeah, how come you didn't introduce us to such an awesome god earlier? From now on, he's my idol! Damn, this picture is amazing, I want it as my Skylink wallpaper too!"

The Battle Tiger mech's posture and eyes at that moment were just too cool.

Zhuang Zhou also thought it was cool, but he didn't expect that this picture would actually become a trending topic on EMP…

This was unimaginable and impossible in the past. It could only be said that the Earthlings were too eager for a victory after the defeat in the Mech Fighting Competition, even if it was just a trivial amateur match.

Li Hao had definitely worked out, but of course, his amount was a bit inhuman. After exercising, he was hungry again and could only eat a late-night snack. He felt that what would eventually kill him would be his wallet.

Back at the dormitory, Ma Long was standing on a chair giving a lecture.

"It's not that I'm saying this, but you two are wasting your lives. Girls are the most wonderful existence in this world. Today, I'll tell you the secrets. The key to chasing girls is the four-character mantra: tough, _nai_, cheap, and _zuo_. Don't read them together. Tough... Musang, put away your muscles. Damn it, that stuff can only attract the attention of men. The essence of toughness lies in attitude. Xiao Zuo, you especially need to pay attention. Don't be a simp. Simps get nothing. When getting along with girls, you need to be assertive. For example, when going out to eat, don't ask her what she likes. Just pick something special. Strengthen her! Girls are naturally hesitant. You need to show a strong side. That's what's called tough!"

Musang and Zuo Xiaotang listened attentively like elementary school students. Both of them were normal people. It would be a lie to say they weren't interested in girls, but getting along with them was too difficult. Although they didn't say it, they still admired Ma Long's ability to chat and laugh freely with girls, like a fish in water.

This was a talent. Musang often suspected that Ma Long's gene manifestation was attracting the opposite sex.

"The second point is _nai_. Xiao Zuo, put away your lewd smile. This _nai_ is not that _nai_. Do you understand the combination of hardness and softness? Guys need to know how to act spoiled. That's the real skill!"

Musang smiled and made a flamboyant gesture with his fingers. "Is it like this?"

Then he and Zuo Xiaotang burst into laughter. Ma Long's eyebrows twitched. These two idiots.

"That's called perverted. Show a girl your childish, dependent side at the right opportunity. It'll stimulate her maternal instincts and tolerance..."

Li Hao came in. "Giving a lecture again, Second Bro? This stuff depends on talent."

"Haha, Bro Hao, you have a lot of talent. There are even rumors about you and Ye Tong now. Share it with your brothers," Ma Long said suggestively.