The Mech Touch novel Chapter 2692

Chapter 2692: Solid Protection

Vincent slowly woke up from his slumber. His mind was foggy and he could barely feel anything. As his eyes began to perceive more details about his surroundings, he discovered that he was surrounded by white.

White ceiling, White bulkheads, White furniture. White bed.

"This.. where am I? Why do I feel so.. fuzzy?"

"Vincent! You're finally awake!"

He looked to the side, only to see his girlfriend looking at him with concern and happiness.

As she was wearing a hazard suit right now, Vincent figured out that not a lot of time had passed since he was forcibly put to sleep.

"The battle..?" He weakly groaned.

Raella Larkinson smiled at him in a reassuring manner. "It's all over. We've won. While the losses we've suffered are considerable, I'm glad you're not among them. You're a hero, Vincent. You stepped up when it mattered the most. You confronted the Trost head-on despite facing an overwhelmingly superior mech and mech pilot. Everyone in the clan recognizes how much courage it took to face an enemy that could have easily crushed you like a bug."

The memories flowed back into Vincent. If his body wasn't so weak, he would have jumped out of his bed!

"I fought an expert mech!" He shouted in shock. "Not only that, I survived!"

He knew how fortunate he was for being able to wake up like this and face his girlfriend with his mind intact. Thousands of other mech pilots had fought against the enemy expert mechs as well and did cruel and unjust deaths.

Expert mechs were too powerful!

Every attack aimed at them either stopped in front of their resonance shields or bounced harmlessly off their fantastic armor.

Whenever an expert mech made a move, it could easily tear through the defenses of any standard mech as if they were made of leaves.

Expert mechs and standard mechs didn't even belong in the same category of machines. Vincent barely remembered what was going through his head when he pushed himself to fight against the Trost and actually managed to fare better than most.

"Wait a minute.. Didn't I advance to expert candidate?"

It was only now that he recognized that something inside of him had changed. As his mind slowly cleared up even further, he instinctively felt a source of strength that matched the descriptions of what he read about expert candidates.

"I committed to something?" He looked puzzled.

It was common knowledge among mech pilots that expert candidates and expert pilots always dedicated themselves to a certain goal, principle or ideal. This was the source and foundation of their extraordinary will and dedication.

When Vincent explored the changes in his mind, he felt as if he had become larger than life as soon as he thought about his masculinity.

When he fought against the Trost, he felt compelled to face the threat as a man. He despised the thought of being regarded as a coward and a boy. The fear of being regarded as a failure overcame his fear of death!

That wasn't all. The last thing he wanted to do was to validate the stereotype that Hexers held towards men like him. A part inside him and his mech wanted to prove to everyone that men were more than savage monsters or incompetent little boys.

As death loomed closer to Vincent, he resolved to become more than an average mech pilot! He wanted to become stronger and achieve fame as the manliest mech pilot in human space!

Perhaps a normal mech pilot would feel ashamed at this aspiration, but Vincent only felt pride as he imagined becoming known throughout the galaxy.

This was what a real mech pilot should pursue!

He held no doubts about himself anymore. He knew who he was as a person. All of the doubts and confusion in his mind had faded away. No matter what uncertainties he might have, he knew that he would never get lost as long as he stayed true to his heart!

"I am a man." He declared with steel in his voice.

He felt greater and stronger than ever before. It was as if he had previously been muddling around without knowing what he wanted to do in his life.

He didn't need to drift around any longer. After spending his life as a descendant of a rich family, a rebel cadre, a hero of the Sand War and a member of the Larkinson Clan, he finally settled the matter of his identity once and for all. A smile settled on his face as he embraced his new truth.

He was a man.

"What are you smiling about?" Raella sharply poked his arm.

"Huh? Can't I enjoy a moment to myself? I'm an expert candidate now! I'm a hero!"

"You idiot. Don't you know what this means? You can't take part in our competitive circuit anymore. You're too strong now! Team Solo Vincent will have to go on without Vincent from now on because it will just be bullying if you duel against the other contenders."

His eyes widened. "Damn! I didn't think about that!"

He wasn't a normal mech pilot anymore. Even though his new strength paled in comparison to that of a genuine expert pilot, he was still capable of performing above the level of a normal human mech pilot.

As long as this was the case, it wouldn't be fair anymore for him to bully around others who fought like children in his perspective.

While he looked forward to his vastly-improved performance, he lamented the end of his brief and short career as a mech athlete.

He suddenly remembered something else.

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