The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4180

Ves almost reached the end of his journey.

He had approached and solicited the opinions of hundreds of people.

His increasingly more elaborate search for voices generated a lot of confusion inside and outside of his clan.

His behavior resembled that of a mech designer who started to slide into a mid-life crisis. His insistent questions on what he should focus on in the future sounded as if he was losing sight of his own life.

Ves did not care what kind of commotion he caused. He already built up a reputation for being eccentric and doing whatever he wanted, so his clansmen merely shrugged and continued on with their work.

In any case, the Larkinson Clan had matured into an increasingly larger, more structured and more professional organization in the last few years.

As he continued to discuss his future with all kinds of personalities, he gained a lot more depth about the consequences of every potential decision he could make with regards to the System.

There was no avoiding the fact that the current decision would dictate how he would live out the rest of his life.

No matter how much he wanted to diminish the importance of the System to his life, the advantages he could obtain from its upgraded version were too great for him to ignore.

To turn his back on all of the fantastic benefits that it could provide to him was not wise. If he was able to strengthen himself and his clan further, he would not only be able to rise to the top faster, but also gain more advantages in battle.

When he looked back on his life, he clearly recognized that much of the reason why he was able to come out on top was because he improved faster and accumulated more power in a shorter amount of time!

The more he improved, the less he felt threatened by other parties.

In the past, the mere mention of the Friday Coalition and other second-raters would have caused him to shake in his boots.

Nowadays, any word about the Fridayman would prompt him to roll his eyes. Even if his old enemies were bored enough to seek him out, so what?

His clan was more powerful than ever and Patriarch Reginald Cross personally pledged to protect him against any foe!

After listening to so many opinions and hearing how a lot of people placed their hopes on his rapid improvement, Ves did not want to disappoint their expectations.

Right now, the Larkinson Clan still needed to tread lightly whenever any first-raters were involved. Ves and his subordinates did not dare to answer with straight refusals if the Terrans or Rubarthans came calling.

"I need to fix this sooner or later." Ves furrowed his brows. "Preferably sooner."

He and his clan might have grown into significant influences in Davute, but they were still small fry in the Red Ocean as a whole.

Plenty of Larkinsons voiced their concerns about getting confronted by enemies beyond their ability to handle. The ones that had been with the clan since the early days were especially sensitive to this. Their experiences with fighting against large and overwhelming forces such as state militaries and dominant alien groups had left them with traumas that still haunted them in their nightmares.

"We're still so small in the end." Ves depressingly whispered as he felt a lot less secure about the state of his forces.

The Larkinson Clan may have grown at a meteoric rate since its founding, but that did not change the fact that it was still an ant in the greater scheme of things! _{freewebnøvel.com}

There were many different zones in the dwarf galaxy, of which the upper zones with the richest deposits of phasewater and resources dictated the overall trend in this exciting new frontier.

Whatever happened in the Krakatoa Middle Zone had little to no impact on the development of humanity's expansion in the Red Ocean. The Larkinsons had no capital at all to feel proud of their strength or secure in their ability to defend their assets.

Ves and the Larkinson Clan did not need to be the strongest organization in human space. It just needed to possess enough strength to make parties such as the Big Two and the first-rate states treat Ves politely.

Even so, the journey to reach this point was unimaginably far. Considering how many threats might emerge during this lengthy period, Ves ultimately concluded that it was better to leverage the System as much as possible despite any misgivings that he possessed.

Of course, he still needed to make sure to make clever use of its capabilities. There were good ways and bad ways to utilize the conveniences provided by the fragment of the Metal Scroll.

As Ves underwent this gradual evolution in thought and understanding, he finally returned to the abode that had been his home for the past five years.

The Royal Mansion looked as resplendent as ever. Situated in the heart of the Blue Cat Estates located on the southern end of the Cat Nest, the large estate served as both his sanctuary and his home during his stay on Davute.

As Ves entered the large and expansive back garden of his personal home, the laughter of kids and the meowing of cats filled up the pleasant air.

Maow! Maow!

Mew!

Maaw!

Meuw…

A spiritual red feline hovered before three growing spiritual kittens. Alexandria preened with pride in front of her 'offspring' and playfully licked the bodies of the three diminutive companion spirits regardless of how many times they complained!

"Hihihihi!"

"Hihihi!"

Further ahead, two little girls were sitting on the grass and played with a dozen or so animated dolls.

,m The bots in the shape of princesses, tigers, ponies and other cute figures were able to interact with the girls in different ways.

The sight of Aurelia and Andraste playing with each other without a care in their little world brought a lot of warmth to their father's heart.

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