My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2555 -852: Laid-Off Sentinel Reemployment—Accepting Power Armor Waxing and Maintenance Orders; Apprentices Wanted, No Idiots

“I hope they refrain from meddling with things they completely don’t understand.”

“You truly remember!”

Murphy chastised:

“Was your memory loss just an act?”

“I really did lose my memory, Lord Administrator, but occasionally some data disturbances emerge in my memory database, constantly affecting my emotional circuitry.”

Monica explained:

“In a way that you flesh-and-blood beings can understand, it’s fragmented memory, those strange visions flashing before my eyes…”

“Hmm, this situation is indeed normal; the ancients I know generally all have this kind of ‘side effect’.”

Murphy nodded, saying:

“But you haven’t answered my question. Can you now manipulate the energy bay of Base R-9 and the Beta program bound here?”

“I should be able to.”

Monica spoke with a tone lacking in confidence:

“After all, I personally modified that thing. My repair module and skill iteration program are intact, so I can give it a try.”

“I wouldn’t dare let you try; if that thing goes wrong, we’d all be blown sky-high.”

Murphy thought for a moment, took a worn-out Melt Sword from the psychic package, and threw it to Monica, saying:

“Fix this and let me see.”

“Huh? A civilian-grade melee weapon? With all due respect, such weapons are useless for you to fight against subspace pollutants.”

Monica, somewhat disdainfully, examined the Melt Sword in her hand, then like a butterfly amidst flowers, disassembled the whole sword with a hand speed that Murphy found hard to follow, extracted a damaged energy valve, took basic components from her toolkit for replacement, and casually replaced several impressive modules on the sword before finally reassembling it.

“Here, try it.”

She tossed the unchanged-looking object to Murphy, who activated it. The originally blade-covered high-temperature energy suddenly spread across the entire sword, making him seem like he’s wielding a Jedi Light Saber during a battle.

Murphy looked strangely at Monica, who was observing the subspace fracture situation, and quietly initiated Item Identification:

Name: Melt Sword+1 · Classic Creator-style Civilian Weapon

Quality: [Mass-production Level · Modified Product] Miracle Creation

Modification-added Traits: Overload Protection (Allows Melt Sword to maintain energy release at 200%) · High-temperature Cutting (In overload mode, the Melt Sword inflicts unhealable ‘Ignite Burn’ effects on enemies when it can’t kill them)

Item Description:

[Weapon technology from the Sentinel Corps has elevated this thing’s limits a bit, but the blueprint for a cost-focused mass-production product is right there. No matter how you carve wood on decay, you can’t change its essence. Honestly, the modification craftsmanship is worth more than the sword itself.]

“Umm…”

Murphy blinked, saying to Monica who was constantly recording subspace fracture energy changes:

“Can you repair exoskeletons?”

“What? Aren’t those consumables meant to be scrapped when damaged?”

The Amnesiac Sentinel asked in confusion:

“That’s not right!

I haven’t been to Eden District, but I know your ancestors secretly developed military-level energy armor, although still using the Creator’s original blueprints, those things barely have repair value, right?”

“You have to consider the difference in eras; the Golden Era is long over. Now, even an exoskeleton on this continent is considered a divine weapon. We no longer have the extravagant ways of squanderers from a thousand years ago.”

Murphy sighed, saying:

“But you mentioned energy armor just now, right? So you can still repair those things?”

“Repair? Hmm, give me enough materials, complete blueprints, and necessary tools; I could assemble one on the spot!”

Monica, with a tone of disdain yet pride belonging to a craftsman, said:

“Even though I’ve lost my memory and don’t recall the complete glory of the Sentinel Corps, I am certain that our combat personnel each had a set of energy armor, not the primitive model but upgraded iterative technology.

However, you wouldn’t see it in the real world.

These war machines were all deployed on the Sentinel Corps’ subspace defense line, used together with our ‘Heaven’s Gate’ level subspace patrol cruisers.

I vaguely remember, before coming here to help and ending up sending myself away, I was a technology officer on one of the patrol cruisers, hmm, if those recurring memory fragments are correct, that should be the case.”

“Blueprints, I have them!”

Murphy narrowed his eyes, using the Core Bead to project the Marshal-level Energy Armor blueprints before Monica, saying:

“But I don’t have the tools and workshop, so assembling now isn’t feasible. Can I request you to help maintain my energy armor?

Additionally, I have many exoskeleton design blueprints. I know you aren’t fond of these things, but my army needs this caliber of weapon now. I have a weapons factory you might consider very outdated; maybe you could find yourself a position there?”

“Sentinel Handbook, Article One, Section Three: Sentinel Corps members must not under any circumstances intervene in the civilization development process of the material world!”

Monica recited fluently, responding:

“It’s impossible to help you produce weapons; this is a physical constraint etched into my core circuits that I cannot break through, but your special identity allows me to help maintain your weapons.”

“Let’s each take a step back then.”

Murphy spread his hands, saying:

“Help me downgrade these design blueprints…”

“No, that loophole can’t be exploited.”

“What about taking on apprentices? Surely that’s not a problem? Surely as the honored Administrator, I have some privileges here, don’t I? Careful, after inheriting creator privileges, I might revoke your commission!”

“Emmmm, that can work! I can teach, but whether they understand is another matter.”