As Joshua hastily adjusted the Purgatory Envoy's movements in response to its malfunctioning left flamethrower, he momentarily lost his composure.
While he wasn't a mech designer, he still knew a thing or two about the physical properties of mechs.
According to the internal diagnostics of his mech, its flamethrower had been quite far from reaching a critical damage state.
Mechs were complex machines. Millions of parts had to work in unison to keep it running.
Even for a brand-new mech that had recently rolled off the production line and passed MTA certification, there was still a chance for one of its parts to malfunction!
The best the mech company could do was to make as little mistakes as possible during the fabrication process. Yet even if the LMC invested ten times as much in quality control, the odds of delivering a bad mech could never be ruled out.
This was simply how machines worked. Total reliability was an unattainable goal!
However, these days, as long as the mech company did not cut any corners, the mechs it delivered rarely exhibited any defects out of the blue. It would take months for their owners to notice any signs, and by far the majority of the faults they encountered usually resulted from battle damage!
"Is this what the patriarch has warned me about?" Joshua guessed.
He didn't know what probability manipulation meant, but this inexplicable malfunction definitely had something to do with it! As he regained his composure and continued to immerse himself in his mech, he tried to explore what went wrong.
What had the Fortunate Devil done to his mech?
Why had one of the Purgatory Envoy critical components malfunctioned when it wasn't even close to sustain damage?
If his left flamethrower hadn't incorporated some redundancy, it would have been knocked out entirely, thereby reducing Joshua's offensive options even further!
"Fortunate Devil indeed. You're probably made to spread bad luck!" He cursed as he tried to dance his mech around the red-hot flames.
Before, he had been fairly confident in his chances of winning. As long as his mech retained enough functionality, he could steadily melt down the Fortunate Devil's legs.
However, now that the Purgatory Envoy's damage output dropped by 25 percent, Joshua needed to spend much more time to force his enemy into a critical state.
That extra time gave the enemy plenty of time to turn the tables!
On the balcony, Ves frowned deeper while he tried to figure out what exactly took place. How was it possible for the Fortunate Devil to induce an inexplicable malfunction on his mech?
"I'm a bit surprised, though." Jovy remarked.
"Why?"
"Your mech is actually holding out longer than I thought. According to my estimates, your Purgatory Envoy should have suffered numerous faults by now. How is your mech able to hold out so well? Is your glow that powerful?"
Before this match, Ves didn't know how Jovy's design philosophy actually worked, so he applied a bunch of possible countermeasures to his mech design.
One of them was adding a superiority-oriented glow to the mech.
Ves believed that this glow was partially responsible for weakening the Fortunate Devil's mysterious effects!
Even so, the mech designed by Jovy had plenty of time. With its thick armor and resilient legs, the Fortunate Devil kept getting hotter, but to little consequence!
Devils were made to bask in flames!
Another minute passed as both mechs tried their best to beat each other down. Ves noted that the Fortunate Devil specifically focused on applying its flames on the right flamethrower of the Purgatory Envoy.
Jovy's mech had partially crippled one weapon. As long as it could cripple the other one, then the outcome was pretty much set in stone!
"Another malfunction has occurred!" Gloriana shrieked!
One of the joints of the left leg of the Purgatory Devil slowed down. It wasn't facilitating movements as smoothly as before!
As a consequence, the striker mech designed by Ves abruptly exhibited an awkward gait. It was as if it had suddenly sprained one of its ankles.
Though Joshua was skilled enough to adjust to the sudden handicap, his confusion grew deeper.
Aside from getting hit by a few spluttering red flames, the legs of his mech had hardly sustained any damage.
He suddenly shook his head. "Damnit, this is bad! I'm letting the enemy dictate my rhythm!"
This was a rookie mistake that he hadn't made in a while. Various reasons caused his usual form to worsen.
Fighting an MTA mech pilot in a mech designed by an MTA mech designer was incredibly intimidating.
The Fortunate Devil's effects were too mysterious and confounding for him to understand.
Joshua feared another malfunction would take place at any moment. If the part that malfunctioned was critical enough and if the timing was very bad, the match could be decided right then and there!
"The patriarch is counting on me! I can't lose!" He reminded himself.
Though Ves did not tell Joshua what was at stake, his pride and reputation was still at stake!
The setbacks and confusion had slowly caused him to grow more out of sync with his mech.
The Superior Mother never faltered!
The Superior Mother never lost confidence!
The Superior Mother never let down her son!
This was his first time piloting a mech with a Hexer glow. Even though Joshua had displayed a remarkable capacity to adjust to any glow, he often had to figure out every new instance, especially if they weren't meant with someone like him in mind.
After all, he was not a Hexer himself, so he was still figuring out the glow as he battled his opponent.
Now that he recognized that he needed to adjust his state, he ignored the strange malfunctions as much as possible and continued to merge his mood with the superiority wafting from his mech.
Joshua recalled one of the instructions that Ves had passed on to him. There might be a way to turn the tables against the Fortunate Devil!
However, in order to do so, he needed to regain his cool and continue to grow closer to his mech. As his immersion grew deeper and deeper, the glow of the mech grew even stronger.
As Ves watched the changes from above, he knew that Joshua had finally deepend his bond with the Superior Mother.
The pair needed to reach a certain degree of intimacy in order to access one of the experimental new functions that Ves had added to the Purgatory Envoy!
He chuckled. "You're not the only mech designer to add a nasty trick to your mech design, Mr. Armalon. Do you know why I bestowed the name of Purgatory Envoy to my mech?"
Jovy tilted his head. "Is it because your mech comes armed with powerful flamethrowers?"
"Heh. It's more than that! See for yourself!"
As the battle continued to tilt against the Purgatory Envoy, Joshua had finally immersed himself deep enough to find the functions that Ves had hidden into the mech!
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