Ever since the Age of Mechs commenced, an uncountable amount of humans sought to become mech designers.
While not all of them succeeded, an enormous amount of individuals successfully entered the mech industry over the centuries.
The vast majority of them never managed to move past the Novice and Apprentice stage. Competition was high and the difficulty of breaking through to Journeyman halted many ambitious mech designers.
As their youthful energies sputtered out after years and decades of marginal progress, they usually transitioned into lesser engineering careers.
Those that managed to pass all of the hurdles and become Journeymen were quite few.
Even less of this group managed to overcome the difficult hurdle that prevented them from realizing their design philosophy.
Of the exalted Masters that succeeded in fulfilling their ambitions, only an exceedingly tiny proportion of them managed to pass through whatever hurdle lay beyond.
Every single Master Mech Designer was either extremely talented, capable, lucky, hard-working or a combination of these traits. None of them were incompetent fools who were incapable of solving complex problems.
Yet despite all of their design and research prowess, only a scant amount of Masters successfully advanced once again.
There were so few Star Designers in human society that they were outliers rather than the norm!
Each of them had overcome immensely difficult challenges in order to surpass the limits that hindered most humans from going any further.
Their greatness was so immense that Ves generated all kinds of ideas about what Star Designers were like.
He had met numerous Master Mech Designers in person. Each of them still possessed human forms but their minds and spiritualities were like burning suns. They were so spiritually potent and energetic that Ves would probably light himself on fire if he came too close!
Since Masters were already so powerful from a spiritual perspective, Ves imagined that Star Designers would definitely be so much greater.
It wouldn't be a stretch to equate them as gods given all of the wonders they could design!
Yet as Ves came face to face with the first Star Designer in his life, he became decidedly underwhelmed.
Was this it? Ves could hardly sense any obvious signs of power, spiritual or otherwise. The Polymath, despite her monstrous reputation and list of feats, looked like an ordinary middle-aged woman.
She looked much less impressive than in any of her public appearances. Her simpler outfit along with her unassuming demeanor made her look like a boring librarian instead of the smartest and most intelligent mech designer in human space!
For a moment, Ves doubted his own judgment. A Star Designer couldn't be this average, right? Did the MTA engage in another form of deception? Was he meeting with a clone or a remote puppet of the Polymath?
No. These were stupid notions.
Ves recalled that she wasn't supposed to be here. Perhaps her underwhelming guise was another form of security. People with average appearances would never cause anyone to think they were Star Designers!
Besides, there were other signs that reinforced his impressions that he was talking to the real deal.
First, his intuition screamed in alarm. The woman sitting on the other side of the plain white table was both extremely powerful and posed a massive threat to his safety!
Second, just because she did not generate any significant spiritual fluctuations did not mean she was ordinary.
He increasingly believed that it was a function of her extremely powerful capabilities. Power alone was not scary. What truly made it fearsome was when its wielder exerted total control over it. The Polymath was like a blank sheet to his passive senses. He could not pick up any details of the power she contained in her body.
For now, it was best to assume that the Polymath had truly appeared in the flesh. To think otherwise would no doubt end poorly for him. Jovy had continually reminded him to be respectful.
As Ves slowly managed to sort out his racing thoughts, the Polymath seemed content to study him in turn.
Her deep blue eyes didn't appear to be augmented, but he instinctively felt that her gaze pierced straight through his body.
As he humbly and respectfully looked up at her face, which was framed with black hair in a pixie cut, he briefly wondered what she did to make her skin so young and smooth despite being over a hundred years old.
The Polymath finally resumed the conversation.
"Before we proceed any further, I will be performing an examination on your person."
"I… take it that this is not a regular scan." Ves said.
He was under no illusion that the MTA respected his privacy. His body and all of the articles on his body were probably scanned a trillion times with thousands of different sensors.
Why would the Polymath go out of the way to notify him about another examination?
"This particular examination is vastly more invasive than our more ordinary measures. You will feel great discomfort which cannot be avoided. As a fellow human and mech designer, you deserve the courtesy of a warning."
Despite her friendly words, there was no doubt in his mind that she would never take 'no' for an answer.
Ves bent his head. "Please proceed."
The Polymath did not do anything right away. Instead, she sat as she did something to increase the density of the surrounding mist. Whatever she was doing truly had to be kept a secret from others.
Once she was satisfied with these measures, she looked down at one of her hands.
The silver ring that adorned her finger automatically slid out and floated above the middle of the table.
Though the ring looked as plain as the rest of the Polymath, Ves instincts completely went bonkers when he noticed its existence.
This was not a normal silver ring!
"The examination will commence in three, two, one…"
The ring suddenly exploded in power as an unidentifiable form of energy surged out of its tiny shape!
The energy did not spread out. Instead, it poured straight into Ves' body, completely enveloping his entire body, mind and Spirituality in an instant!
"Ahhh!"
Though Ves had experienced worse forms of pain, it was not that easy for him to endure this powerful sensation!
The foreign energy that was coursing through body was powerful and unlike anything he had ever experienced!
Strangely enough, the energy did not clash with the Worclaw energy and spiritual energy that he possessed. It was as if the foreign energy existed in a different phase from the rest.
Even so, the potency of it was so high that his body and mind unavoidably became scorched by the faint proximity!
Dozens of seconds passed by as the energy bounced inside his body like waves trapped in a pool.
This was the most invasive 'scan' that he had ever gone through! The energy waves were so powerful and penetrating that he felt it could dig up even the tiniest particle that was out of place!
Yet as Ves gradually adjusted to the scouring sensations, he slowly started to pick up a few crucial details.
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