Chapter 9: Psst. Wanna buy a mech?
quot;Whatapos;s this?quot; Ves asked as he activated his comm. It unfolded into a brochure.
quot;Itapos;s the Young Tigers Exhibition.quot;
quot;Isnapos;t it a competition for younger mech pilots to showcase their skills? I hear the Mech Corps and the local mercenary corps organize this event to recruit outstanding pilots.quot;
The Bright Republic publicized the YTE every year. It had practically turned into a national holiday. His father even brought him to an event when he was little. Before he found out his aptitude made piloting mechs an unreachable dream.
quot;That was ten years ago.quot; Melinda said and reached over and tapped the brochure, flipping it over to the next page. quot;In recent years they expanded the program to include a mech designer contest. Itapos;s not as thrilling as the mech battles, but the Mech Corps and a few big players pay a lot of attention to the people who do well in the contest.quot;
quot;I see.quot; Ves nodded as he read through the brochure. quot;Itapos;s conveniently open to mech designers who have just graduated or are in their final years in college. I guess the Republic wants to make sure it hasnapos;t missed any talents.quot;
quot;You should check out the rewards.quot;
Ves did, and widened his eyes.
1st Prize - Gold Cup, 1 million bright credits
2nd Prize - Silver Cup, 500,000 bright credits
3rd Prize - Bronze Cup, 200,000 bright credits
If he won first prize, then even if he couldnapos;t meet the interest payment, he could at least afford other necessities. The raw materials to build up a mech didnapos;t come cheap.
quot;These arenapos;t even the real rewards, Ves. If you stand out during the competition, you might be able to get an audience with the real movers and shakers of the mech business. You can get job offers and commissions if they like your style.quot;
Ves smiled ruefully when he heard those words. quot;The bigwigs probably arenapos;t interested in a small businessman like me. Iapos;m not one of those geniuses with fancy degrees from Mars or Estelon.quot;
Mars was the technological capital of the Greater United Terran Confederation, the oldest and most prestigious human superpower. Estelon was a hub of high tech mech companies and stellar universities of the New Rubarth Empire, the most militarily dominant human state.
quot;Most of those geniuses already have their future careers lined up, probably with one of the Galactic 500.quot; Melinda responded with a scowl. quot;When they come back to visit sometimes, I sometimes wonder if Iapos;m talking to a Terran or Rubarthan. Itapos;s like they forgot their roots.quot;
quot;The Republic is a third-tier power, after all.quot; Ves lamented, not entirely sincerely. He loved his home country and its high living standards. There were benefits to loving in a peaceful backwater. quot;Our nextgen mechs are probably considered lastgen by the first-tier superpowers.quot;
Those destined for greatness couldnapos;t be contained by the small Bright Republic. Ves knew it was no use to feel jealous about those endowed with great opportunities. It all came down to strength! If Ves failed to win the first prize, then he just wasnapos;t cut out for it. With the System backing him up, he might not excel in anything now, but it could be a different story a decade later.
Only when Ves finished his latest customization did he log back in to check out his store page. His eyes widened with satisfaction as he realized Melinda had given him some much needed help.
The Phantasm sold well enough at the start, but its sales tapered off as no one else seemed to be interested as only an occasional customer would come and buy. They must have been defeated by the Phantasm in a match.
Together with the 50 Design Points Ves received from developing his latest design, he gained a total of 73 DP. He only needed a little more than a dozen mechs to accumulate 200 DP. Once he reached that point, he could treat himself to something good from the Systemapos;s Skill Tree or Store.
He uploaded his newest work in Iron Spirit, and again he painstakingly built up its first model by hand. Just like when he fabricated the Phantasm, he felt a deeper connection with the Fantasia chassis by being involved in every step of the way. Once the model had been built up, Ves immediately chose to put it on sale.
[Fantasia 2R Nomad]
Base Model: Fantasia 2R
Purchase Price: 3400 gold (-50%)
Lucky meanwhile jumped about here and there, exploring the trees and lantern posts in perplexed curiosity. Ves wasnapos;t worried heapos;d run off, so he let his pet explore to his heartapos;s content.
quot;You new here?quot; A grungy guy looking like he needed a couple showers asked.
quot;Whyapos;re you here?quot;
quot;What else? I have to sell my product urgently.quot; Ves helplessly confessed. quot;Anything I should know? The Dos and Donapos;ts?quot;
Grunge head mentioned a few short tips. quot;Above all else, donapos;t annoy the managers. They want kids to come in and out without any hassle.quot;
The two along with the others waited patiently for the kids to come out of school. Once the first eager teenagers arrived, Ves went to work.
quot;Do you need a new mech thatapos;s swifter and lasts longer? Then Iapos;ve got a mech for you!quot;
Naturally, most potentates ignored the people soliciting their products. Only a couple of young pilots spared a glance, but their eyes only stayed focused for a second or two before they entered the game center.
Standing for hours at a time holding an animated board tired Ves out. He gritted his teeth and carried on with his work to push his mechs into the minds of the visiting players.
Things changed once Lucky returned. The cat evidently had his fill of exploring the environment. It effortlessly jumped on top of a trash can near Ves and rested languidly atop its cover like a king surveying his serfs.
The catapos;s fine workmanship and agreeable expression attracted a few girls.
quot;Can I pet it?quot;
quot;Itapos;s such a big baby!quot;
Lucky appeared overwhelmed, but Ves put a hand on its neck to calm him down. quot;Please donapos;t press against my cat. Heapos;s young and hasnapos;t been out very much.quot;
After realizing the young women werenapos;t out to hurt him, Lucky meowed and stared at them with his shiny eyes.
quot;So adorable!! Let me take a picture with him!quot;
quot;I love his liveliness. Itapos;s even better than the dog I have back home. Did you build him yourself?quot;
Ves coughed awkwardly and shamelessly answered, quot;I was involved in its creation, yes. Lucky is unique and isnapos;t for sale, but if youapos;re interested in my other creations, how about you take a look at my Phantasm?quot;
As groups of squealing girls tried to pet and take pictures with Lucky, Ves allowed them to do so as long as they behaved. The cat seemed to lap up all of the attention, as if he was making it up for the times when Ves appeared too preoccupied with his work to play with his pet. Nonetheless, the steady stream of girls allowed Ves to conveniently insert a few mentions of his products.
quot;Be sure to search for the Fantasia 2R Phantasm when you visit the in-game market! Itapos;s the perfect mech if you want to look good while kicking your friendapos;s ass.quot;
Maybe 99 out of a 100 girls paid zero attention to Vesapos; words. If the one girl who actually paid attention visited his store page, then Ves felt his hard work was worth the trouble.
Surprisingly, his increased strength allowed him to stand on the sidewalk and last a little bit longer. Holding the picture frame up tired him a little less than he expected. His physical strength also translated into mental strength in a way Ves couldnapos;t really figure out. He felt the effects anyway. This made him reconsider the utility in upgrading his other apos;uselessapos; attributes.
quot;Maybe upgrading my dexterity will make my thoughts nimbler, and upgrading my endurance will increase my willpower. The System isnapos;t what it seems in the first place. Thereapos;s a lot depth to it and Iapos;ve only dipped my toes so far.quot;
After the sun started to dip down below Cloudy Curtainapos;s horizon, Ves called it a day. He ate a quick meal at a local restaurant and took a shuttle ride home. Sinking tiredly into his sofa, Ves activated the System and checked his progress.
[Mission Progress: 35/100 sales.]
He sold twelve mechs today. If his sales kept up the same pace, then heapos;d definitely accomplish the mission within a week. He also accumulated 198 DP. With just a few more sales, heapos;d reach the threshold of 200 DP, opening up a lot of options in the Systemapos;s Shop and Skill Tree.
Though other mech designers might scoff at Vesapos; pathetic street peddling, all of his hard work had paid off for him personally.
Naturally, Lucky contributed much to his success. He picked up the sleepy cat and stroked his muzzle.
quot;Youapos;ve done a good job acting cute. Iapos;ll order a few treats and have it delivered tomorrow.quot;
Lucky meowed in contentment.
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