The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7415

Chapter 7415: The True Nature of Destroyer Particles

The spear that would have assumed the moniker of Edge of Oblivion possessed a lot of hidden nuances.

Ves never investigated them in depth in the past because he did not think it mattered.

He was wrong.

The Terran high-tier Destroyer spear possessed a unique charm that distinguished it from other Destroyer weapons or mech-grade equipment in general.

Blinky worked hard to accommodate each descending design spirit. His malleable spiritual form actively accommodated the presence of various familiar spiritual entities.

Though Ves had not interacted with them on a personal basis for a long time, their friendship had not diminished all that much.

Everyone was busy in the new age. The arrival of exotic radiation from Messier 87 had changed the rules for everyone, including his design spirits.

They not only gained another source of spiritual sustenance, but also gained new ways to exert and express their powers.

Each of them had been working alone or collaborating together on how they could best survive the Age of Dawn.

Unfortunately, not every design spirit responded to his summons. They likely did not have anything useful to say, so they did not bother showing up at this time.

Ves did not mind. It was a bit cumbersome on their part to divert a portion of their attention and forcibly descend onto Blinky.

There were plenty of other design spirits that proved to be more helpful.

After Vulcan, the Star Cat transformed in shape until he assumed the form of Zeigra, the former Crown Cat of Felixia I.

Of course, that identity might as well be ancient history to everyone. The current incarnation of Zeigra had far surpassed his former savage origins.

More complicated than that, Zeigra had already undergone a pretty mysterious but dangerous fusion with Ryncol Larkinson.

These days, it has become harder and harder to distinguish the two from each other!

Though Ves felt tempted to treat Zeigra as an incarnation of his father, the truth was a lot more complex.

Regardless of these issues, the powerful feline spirit possessed his own way of observing reality. He did not waste any time and immediately began to examine the tier 3 Destroyer spear from a distance.

After a few minutes of quiet observation, Zeigra finally conveyed his conclusions directly into Ves’ mind.

The mech designer furrowed his brows. "I thought the Terrans built their high-tier equipment better. I never paid too much attention to the harm that it is causing to itself. I shouldn’t be surprised that the high concentration of Destroyer particles is slowly wearing down the containment measures, but I still am. I suppose this is another consequence of the failed experiment."

Zeigra was most in tune with the concept of corrosion and degradation, particularly when applied to metallic objects.

From his inhuman perspective, the tier 3 Destroyer spear was not a stable object. It was an armament with an expiration date.

The lengthy shaft of the spear was solid enough, but it was also the least important part of the weapon.

What truly mattered was the speartip, which not only represented a highly complex and experimental piece of weapons engineering, but also contained one of the most dangerous extraordinary substances known to humanity.

Ves could not even begin to understand the interplay between different materials, alloys, proportions, shapes, electronics and other design elements.

That demanded a comprehension of Destroyer technology that exceeded his relatively basic level of understanding.

This was why he had overlooked the gradual degradation of the various internal systems responsible for containing, regulating and channeling the Destroyer particles.

Certain signs were more visible than others, but Ves was not able to understand the context and importance of each component.

If a dozen or so tiny and seemingly inconsequential components malfunctioned all at once, the front of the speartip could potentially explode, causing all of the Destroyer particles to escape, thereby rendering the precious Destroyer weapon useless!

Though the possible malfunction was unlikely to harm its wielder, Ves still did not feel pleased about it. The Terrans should have disclosed this piece of information to him. He did know why they declined to give him a warning. Perhaps they felt that he deserved to pay an idiot’s tax for purchasing a piece of high technology that he did not fully understand.

"Whatever."

Zeigra’s insights did not change the situation too much.

Sure, Ves became a lot more aware of potential faults, but he did not possess the skills to repair the volatile weapon.

If he attempted to disassemble the speartip in any way, the Destroyer particles would instantly spill out and demolish anything in its way!

The good news was that the inherently high quality of all of the components and materials meant that such a breakdown should not occur in the short term.

Perhaps the tier 3 Destroyer spear would only be at risk of breaking down after 20 or so years had passed. That was plenty of time for Saint Orfan to milk it for all it was worth.

Of course, the ’lifespan’ of the powerful weapon was at risk of deteriorating a lot faster if it was being used to strike against very powerful opponents!

Despite these problems, Ves did not express too much concern.

"A superdimensional upgrade will fix everything."

Though he did not possess the capacity to perfectly repair the master smith’s work, it didn’t matter as long as he converted the Destroyer weapon into his own creation.

Though Ves still needed to figure out how to upgrade the speartip while keeping the Destroyer particles properly contained, that was much easier to accomplish than tinkering with another artisan’s unique design applications.

"Thank you for your insights, Zeigra. You have potentially saved us from a massive loss in the future."

The feline design spirit nodded once towards Ves before he withdrew his formidable presence from Blinky’s incorporeal form.

Ves continued with his routine.

When Trisk descended into his companion spirit and gazed at the powerful spear, the Free Bird could not help but become fixated on the Destroyer particles locked inside the high-tier weapon.

"Chirrup. Chirrup."

"Chirrup..."

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