Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 171 - 81: Aftermath of the Selection’s Conclusion

Is this... a Human-shaped Giant Beast?

As he crossed the Chasm, the fierce airflow was split on his face, and Mu Fan, with an unstoppable momentum, imprinted this scene firmly in the hearts of countless people.

Boom!

His feet landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Crouching on the ground, Mu Fan slowly rose to his feet and lifted his head.

The mottled bloodstains on his face and those calm eyes made Zhang Yuanren pause in astonishment.

Could there really be such a ruthless person? Who in the world was this?

And quickly, he received the answer he desired.

"Congratulations to candidate number 1578 for arriving third at the finish line."

What!

It was him!

Zhang Yuanren could never have imagined that the person following close behind him was none other than Mu Fan from the same examination point. Destiny really was a ridiculous thing.

As for Tataric standing nearby, he looked at Mu Fan with considerable interest. However, after Mu Fan’s indifferent gaze swept over here, he lost interest and peacefully walked towards the rest area.

Tataric’s silvery-grey skin didn’t capture his attention in the slightest.

Closing his eyes, Mu Fan leaned against a wood stake.

He carefully reflected on the move "Blessed Relief."

Under what stimulus could the heart suddenly reach that terrifying frequency of beating.

When that vast strength, which was not his own, surged forth, why could he naturally use unfamiliar moves?

The images resurfacing in his mind, could they be related to his own origin?

For the 17-year-old Mu Fan, these were all questions that needed proper contemplation.

The top three were decided!

As the strongest three had reached the finish line, the most distant contestants still had a hundred kilometers to go.

They even despaired, thinking they should have been eliminated.

But as the crowd gathered, a gunfight erupted among the middle group!

Two contestants, who had drawn guns from their mysterious backpacks, opened fire without hesitation for their victory, startling a large flock of birds with the sound of gunfire.

The effectiveness of a firearm ambush was unquestionable, but as the first two casualties appeared, the rest quickly realized and began to rapidly evade.

Beyond ten meters, the power and accuracy of these miniature pistols significantly diminished.

Moreover, those holding the guns were not professionals skilled in firearms, quickly overpowered by the others who swarmed them.

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The number of contestants began to dwindle swiftly.

The mid-tier contestants were very close to the artificial forest belts, which were already under high-altitude surveillance.

After the firefight among the crowd, the military dispatched rescue teams.

"Deaths: 3, serious injuries: 4."

"Remaining contestants... 50!"

The exam was over!

Those at the very end were already prepared for elimination, this was a contestant from a small agricultural Planet, walking this far had already far exceeded his expectations.

But as a vessel bearing the military emblem landed beside him, and then two soldiers approached to tell him, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the final competition."

So the goddess of victory had always been one of their own!

The contestant wept with joy, and in the end, two soldiers had to drag him into the vessel.

The final trial of the Army Reserve Special Recruitment—

was concluded!

In such an inconceivable manner, the final selection was completed.

As the fifty contestants boarded the armored vehicle, the news began to spread rapidly from the rainforest located in the central region of the Planet.

While many focused on the glorious fifty, there were also many concerned about those who did not make it... and those who died.

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"Contact the eliminated candidates quickly, we want those who’ve competed for a long time. Do I need to tell you how much money to prepare?! Of course, the more the better. What’s the highest amount? Two million Star Coins, let’s aim to recruit five people." A businessman from the circle of newly risen nobles was shouting into his Sky Communication device. Two million Star Coins seemed to him enough to turn heads, yet he hadn’t realized that the old nobility around him, who were waiting for messages, didn’t even deign to glance his way.

After all, just a parvenu, never truly part of the elite.

"Contact those who just missed the final competition, one million per person. Once recruited, have them sign a five or ten-year contract, expenses will be calculated separately," a middle-aged man with an imposing demeanor instructed his butler.

"Yes, master."

Some individuals were dressed in seemingly ordinary clothes, but only true members of the upper class could recognize the significance of the subtle flower on his chest.

The Purple Frost Flower badge!

Representatives of the true nobility of Purple Jade Star, a symbol of belonging to the Purple Frost Flower family, a direct affiliate of the Violet Family from Capital Star.

Now, this person was bending over, quietly listening to the instructions coming from the Sky Communication.

"Three to five levels of clearance? Are there any requirements for the grade of mecha provided?... Understood, my lord."

After hanging up the Sky Communication, the man who had been bowing and scraping just a second before suddenly assumed an air of inherent authority, with a snap of his fingers, several elegantly dressed young people quickly approached, all bowing their heads, waiting for his orders.

"Communicate with the selected individuals, and approach all 120 eliminated contestants from the final competition at the same time. Tell them, whatever terms have been offered, the Purple Frost Flower family will increase by fifty percent."

"As you command."

This was the display of undeniable power and heritage of a noble family.

...

The afternoon temperature was at its most scorching, but countless people were rushing about, their hurried pace undeterred by the sweltering heat.

If intelligence was delayed even slightly due to the weather, they might as well not bother showing up for their next meal.

For some poor candidates, the transmission of information could be significantly delayed, but organizations with a modicum of influence often received news promptly.

"What, dead? What did the military say?" This came from a second-tier trading company.

This year, they had put their hopes on a young man they had been grooming, who also happened to be a distant cousin of the group’s leader.

"The military offered a sum of condolence money and said the body would be delivered later... and that was all."

"Just like that, he’s dead, and all I get is money! Contact the lawyer, I want to sue them. This is murder!"

"Chairman, the military also mentioned, please cooperate to the furthest extent possible, otherwise... they cannot guarantee what might happen..."

"Damn it!" The middle-aged man wanted to say more but finally slumped in defeat.

Their company’s hope for the future dead, just like that, in this inexplicable examination.

All hope, silently extinguished.

Events like these were happening frequently within the nearby few light-years on various planets, but for the families of the truly common candidates, the real agony wouldn’t arrive until several days later.

The military’s dominance and indifference flattened all resistance under the crushing force of the nation’s machinery.

In a small nebula belt 5.7 light-years from Purple Jade Star, there was a battleship with still visible rust adrift on a routine cruise. It was marked with a large black wolf’s head emblem.

Unlike the typical wolf head, this emblem featured a slanting, snarling wolf with bared fangs and even drool at the corners of its mouth depicted vividly.

A ravenous wolf, always in a state of attack!

This was the renowned Wolf Attack Mercenary Corps within the Mercenary World!

This battleship was a privilege of the top mercenary groups and also the legendary warship of the Wolf Attack Mercenary Corps that had established its formidable reputation in countless battles – the Sirius.

Inside the command room, someone rushed in hurriedly, bowing behind a broad chair.

In a subdued voice tinged with inexplicable sorrow:

"Commander, two Blood Makers... are dead."

The rhythmic tapping of fingers on an armrest abruptly stopped.

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