Chapter 3839 Instant Inspiration
Purgatory was an odd space.
Ves could immediately tell that he was no longer in a normal place as soon as the shuttle entered the other side of the portal.
There was something… different to his senses that only more sensitive people such as himself would notice.
It was as if he had long lived in a realm where his body was completely aligned to a specific frequency.
Now that he had entered a different space, the frequency of the new environment was a little… off. The difference was relatively minute and his body and mind did not become negatively affected by this change, but it still produced a sense of discordance that was hard to describe.
Ves had no idea whether this would produce any negative side effects. For now, it was like a faint high-pitched tone in his ear that would never fade away but one that he could easily disregard as long as he did not concentrate on it. The altered frequency only became a detriment if he considered it a bother.
He quickly set aside this odd little interaction and focused on the other changes. There wasn't much he could observe from within the armored shuttle and the projected footage of the outside environment did not do Purgatory justice.
He resolutely issued a command.
"Halt the shuttle and open its hatch. I want to go outside and take a look in person."
Though his command disrupted his itinerary, he didn't care about that at the moment.
The pilot steered the shuttle to the side so that any subsequent mechs and vehicles passing through the portal did not collide with it. Once it hovered in a safe space, the hatch slid open, allowing numerous armored figures to float outside.
Ves took a deep look at the majestic vision above his head. Throughout the mysterious gray fog that hid the boundaries of the pocket space, he could see numerous different asteroids floating in place as they had done for many years.
Naturally, these asteroids had to be fixed in place in order to remain in their exact positions without shifting the entire time. They also received other forms of protection to make sure that the fish-whales or other other destructive influences did not shatter them into pieces.
All in all, Purgatory was indeed a remarkable pocket space. Only a peak power such as the Big Two could rival such a creation.
Ves already began to exhibit more awe towards the phase whale that created this large and private playground. Alien or not, to be able to wield science and power to such a grand degree was proof that the creator had reached the pinnacle in its field.
Even if the phase whale was long dead and gone, Purgatory served as an enduring monument of the creature's greatness. It was a grand design that other creators like Ves would feel privileged to come in touch with. He already began to gain inspiration from this sight, and this was when he had just passed through this portal!
"I knew it was the right choice to venture inside!"
For a moment, he did nothing except to keep his gaze upwards and let his imagination run free.
He began to think about the formation of the pocket space.
He imagined what it was like when it was still operating in its original form.
He thought about the diverse kinds of tech he needed to master in order to create a similar pocket space.
He visualized how the passage of time affected Purgatory's internal situation.
He crafted a story around the fish-whales, who originally served as test subjects for some kind of biological program but had now broken free and taken control of their own destiny.
He thought about the emergence of many different native kingdoms, only for the Swarmers to gain the upper hand and swallow up enough rivals so that only four distinctly different groups of fish-whales remained.
The entry of humans into Purgatory represented a new chapter of history to the native life forms of this pocket space. For the first time in millions of years, outsiders had come. The status quo that had existed for many generations was about to undergo a drastic change.
Thinking about all of the gains he came to make in this pocket space caused his imagination to take a completely different turn all of a sudden.
From the moment he thought about how he could apply his potential gains to his future mech designs, he began to generate the strangest idea that he had come up with for a while.
"What if… every living mech I design comes with its own 'pocket space'?"
It was an absurd thought and one that was clearly impossible to be realized! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ. ᴄᴏᴍ.
A single mech that carried a whole pocket space the size of a moon was an absolute treasure that was no less expensive than a CFA battleship!
Naturally, Ves did not waste any time on such an unrealistic fantasy. He instead interpreted the 'pocket space' attached to his mechs in a more figurative sense.
"It is clearly impossible for me to design a mech that can match the creation of Purgatory, but what if the pocket space is an imaginary rather than a real space?"
It was an interesting thought experiment and had so much potential that Ves seriously tried to play it out. What would he do if he could impart an illusionary pocket space to his mechs?
He thought about his upcoming mech design projects and honed in on his intention to design a commercial training mech.
Ever since he developed the intention to start this mech design project, he had always felt a bit dissatisfied with its concept.
It was easy enough to take the Chiron design as a base and convert it into a more universal mech design.
However, Ves would never be satisfied with such a straightforward conversion. The potential of growth mechs was more than that and his urge to innovate needed a greater challenge in order for him to feel fulfilled.
This was also one of the major reasons why mech pilots during times of calm rarely broke through. It was too difficult for them to receive enough stimulation and spark a chain reaction in their hearts and minds that caused them to squeeze more potential out of them than they had ever done before. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
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