Chapter 67: A Call To The Angels
The bright blue eyes of the blonde boy gleamed as he received the notification that the creator of his very first mech, the White Blade, had now released another design. Being the weekend, he had woken up early to play the game but was surprised to find the notification.
Truthfully, he had forgotten that he had set his systems to announce to him when The Disciple uploaded another mech design. But he could not forget the feeling of piloting his first mech, even if it was substandard at best. He had long since bought a much better mech and abandoned his very first one—using it had strained his body and mind extensively.
Damian Vostinauch was curious to see what the young mech designer had been up to all this while. He had suspected that the mech designer had given up on his work, realizing that the trend was not for him. But as it turned out, he was indeed still at it.
A few seconds later, the image of The Percival lit up within the pod, and compared to his previous design, this was a real mech—it looked like a knight. It was white, with stripes of blue and grey at its joints. It carried this sense of something remarkable. It was either that, or Damian just fell in love with the design at first sight. But he was not so deceived into buying the design—lest he repeat the same mistake as he did with his first mech.
"I’m sorry, buddy, but I can’t run in blind and waste my precious credits on this. I might be rich, but I can’t be foolish," Damian said to himself after a bit of consideration. He decided to call one of his friends—his closest, in fact. The person he was calling was a young lord of one of the ruling families of their star sector. This friend of his also carried the X gene, hence would become a mech pilot. With parents that were close to the Embassy itself, they were definitely top-tier in the line of royals.
Damian tapped his fingers hesitantly on his furnished gaming chair within his oval pod. "Come on, do you always have to make me wait so long?"
The call ended without any response. Damian tried again, and this time it was picked up on the first ring. The image of a beautiful young girl appeared on his screen. She had a pale glowing face, soft glossy lips that reflected sparkles, and fluffy white hair reaching her shoulders. Her hair was rough and unkempt. Damian had always noticed that side of her—despite her high status that was considered even godly at times, she always acted like an everyday girl, and quite rough.
She smiled, her white glassy eyes reflecting his face right back at him. She was entirely angelic in every nature. She smiled with innocence and serenity as she spoke.
"Why hello there, stranger. Come to beg for money again?"