Chapter 67: Big Brother, Change Careers

Yang Bo followed the Fat Boss to the administrative department twice and got the immigration procedures sorted. No medical examination, nothing else was required since it had been less than a year since his last physical.

He was within the exemption period for inspections, and March Planet officially accepted Yang Bo’s file. From now on, Yang Bo was a Class F citizen of March Planet.

All that was left was to take the spaceship to the administrative planet that hosts March Planet, a journey that would take about three months.

The Fat Boss was still handling the paperwork for others, but theirs was more complicated. Some had loans, and they needed to settle their loans with the local Capital Star before they could emigrate. This was due to the differing financial policies of each planet. March Planet, being a new Capital Star, had many financial benefits. Pado Planet, being a more established Capital Star, had fewer incentives and was controlled by different conglomerates.

It gave Yang Bo the impression that it was just like how things worked on Earth in Ame. Each state there had its own legal documents, some of which were outright contradictory. What was illegal in one state could be legal in another.

“Looks like the original owner of this body had terrible talent. Even after so many simulations, the mecha piloting skill remains stagnant. It seems even if I have the skill, I can’t practice and improve it because the body itself is limiting me. No choice but to keep powering up through hacks.” Yang Bo didn’t know when the ship would depart, but they would notify him in advance. So, he returned home to continue his mecha training and familiarized himself with Metal Superpower.

“Is Justice Gang coming again?” When Yang Bo received a notification that there were 10 days left before leaving Pado Planet, the Justice Gang gathered once again in the mecha game, exchanging insults with the Bird Slasher Gang on the forum.

Entering the game, Yang Bo watched from a distance as over 30 Justice Gang members assembled. He clicked his tongue and murmured, “Tsk tsk, these guys actually have a third of their members using flight mechas and another third using long-range mechas. But I’m headed for the underground world, you think those will do you any good down there?”

“Oh right, they don’t know where I’m going.” Yang Bo’s mecha was strapped with explosives. As he left the base, he gave two internationally recognized hand gestures toward the Justice Gang members.

“Ah! Blow him up! Use the bombs, hydrogen bombs, plasma bombs!” The Justice Gang’s leader thought of a new tactic.

In this game, direct attacks are prohibited. Mechas can’t lock onto their own comrades, but bombs can cause damage. The Justice Gang had come up with a detailed plan: use bombs to kill Bird Slasher, and they even had someone lined up to take the blame.

Normally, if you accidentally damage someone else’s mecha, you have to pay compensation. But if someone takes the blame, they don’t care. They have no money, so whatever happens, happens.

While walking, Yang Bo controlled his mecha to keep slashing birds and stomping rats, even taunting the drones in the sky.

“Quick, go inform our neighbor.” In a mysterious underground space, Tiger-Faced King received the message while feeling bored.

Why did Tiger-Faced King immediately recognize Yang Bo? The first reason was that there was only one third-generation mecha in this base, although a second one could appear. The second reason: who the hell slashes birds with a mecha and crushes rats? And third, very few mechas would walk to their destination. If all three applied, it was a surefire match.

In fact, even if there was just one reason, Tiger-Faced King would still inform his neighbor. After all, it wasn’t his problem if the disaster star got himself killed by the neighbor. If it truly was the disaster star, then all the better.

Watching Yang Bo’s route, Tiger-Faced King immediately figured that the disaster star must be heading for the underground world and quickly notified his good neighbor.

“Looks like I’ll play a bit more and then requalify for a new mecha.” Why wasn’t Yang Bo worried? Because he could change mechas. As long as his qualifications met certain standards, he could get newer generations of mechas. Of course, he would have to repair his current mecha to its original state.

“Hahaha! That freak’s headed for the underground world! Let’s go! Load up the plasma bombs, and don’t forget the hydrogen bombs! That damn idiot’s got a death wish.” The Justice Gang leader spotted Yang Bo logging into the game.

Both sides were scheming against each other. You pit me, I pit you. The Bird Slasher Gang had also sent people to follow, with a dozen or so seventh- and eighth-generation mechas equipped with different gear tailing the Justice Gang.

“Big brother, should we switch professions? Streaming for pay has been a gold mine, it’s way more profitable than our old hustle.”

“Exactly! Over 70,000 people have already paid! That’s 7 million in income!”

“Big brother, how about we change careers? Damn it, back when we used to hustle for good stuff, those scumbag corporations only offered us one-tenth of the price.”

“Shut up and just watch. Don’t let Bird Slasher die, or else there’ll be no one to watch the next stream.”

“Got it, big brother. Last time, we made 16 million credits from just one stream. No wonder this silly game has so many players.”

“Big brother, if Bird Slasher gets arrested in real life, we should bust him out. We need that guy online all the time – he hasn’t logged in for days.”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, enough talking. Bird Slasher’s gone in.”

As soon as Yang Bo entered the underground world, the Justice Gang members dropped straight down. Their superior mechas could fly, after all.

Boom! But just as they reached the cave entrance, a massive blast sent alarms blaring through their mechas. Over 30 mechas were shaken by the impact.

“Scum! Kill him!” The Justice Gang leader, with a shrill voice, screeched in outrage.

“Yes.”

Yang Bo had set the bombs to intentionally anger the Justice Gang members. He also wanted to send a message to the mutants: “I’m here.”

On the Bird Slasher Gang’s live stream, the viewers jumped from 70,000 to 80,000. Just to watch, viewers had to pay 100 credits, which was nothing to them.

“Hahaha! Bird Slasher’s making his move!”

“Quick! Get in and watch! This is going to be a dogfight between those two gangs!”

“Exactly! Last time, Bird Slasher took down 11 high-level mechas in one go! It got me so pumped!”

“Hurry, throw in a 10,000-credit reward and get in there fast.”

Yang Bo sped through the underground world, zipping through tunnels, his high dynamic vision providing him with lightning-fast reflexes as he flew with his jetpack.

They could see each other’s signals on their radars. Yang Bo was heading toward the sinkhole from last time. If there weren’t any mutants there, he would turn back. But if there were, he’d simply retreat.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Yang Bo noticed something odd on the game screen. The ground had fresh markings, as if something had recently passed through.

“Tracking ability?” Instinctively, Yang Bo remembered he had a tracking skill.

He then adjusted his mecha, twisting his body and moving toward the mysterious tracks. The underground world was pitch black, but the mecha’s high-tech gear made it appear as if the place were bathed in light.