The Mech Touch novel Chapter 2331

Chapter 2331: Finding A Direction

Visiting the Redfeather in order to observe the Shield of Samar up close bore fruit. Ves not only learned how it expressed its individuality, but also developed a strong guess how it came about!

At the heart of it, the Shield of Samar grew alongside its mech pilot. The mech experienced Jannzi's every victory or loss, every boring patrol and every live practice session.

Each time they bonded together, Jannzi gained something from her mech. At the same time, the Shield of Samar gained something from its mech pilot.

Ves believed that this exchange was a slow and gradual process in ordinary cases.

The spiritual foundation of his products started off weak. Giving too much of it away to the mech pilot risked damaging its root!

Normal mech pilots also couldn't give too much of themselves away. The spirituality of the majority of mech pilots was so small that they were almost invisible in his spiritual vision!

Only those with spiritual potential were able to donate more, but what they could contribute was very paltry compared to expert candidates and expert pilots.

In fact, now that Jannzi advanced to expert pilot, her force of will had grown by leaps and bounds!

Not only that, but as long as she continued to grow, her resonance strength and other spiritual parameters would likely grow exponentially stronger!

If she could only feed the Shield of Samar with a single biscuit with every piloting session when she was an expert candidate, now she was capable of serving an entire meal!

In the future, this would become even more exaggerated. Perhaps she was capable of feeding an entire container's worth of food when she reached the limit of an expert pilot!

"The problem is that her case is an exception. Most of my mech pilots don't have any hope of becoming expert candidates or expert pilots!"

Ves returned to his stateroom. He didn't look much better than Lucky, who was still splayed on his table while slowly waiting for his mechanical body to recover.

"Meoow…"

Now that he thought about it, Lucky might have absorbed some life as well. According to Ketis, the gem cat bit the statue of the Unending One when it was actively releasing darkness.

Perhaps one of the reasons why Lucky's spirituality felt so weak was because it was having trouble 'digesting' the darkness he inadvertently absorbed!

Ves sharpened his eyes as he observed his cat for signs of abnormality. However, aside from intensifying the definition of his black tiger stripes, Lucky hardly looked any different.

There weren't any signs of contamination. Ves closely probed Lucky's spirituality, much to the cat's annoyance, and found no remnant influence or parasitic existence.

Of course, Ves wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was able to detect any signs of impropriety, but he intuitively knew that Lucky remained pure.

Lucky ate exotics all the time. His ability to phase wasn't his greatest strength. Aside from his ability to produce gems, Ves most admired his absorption ability.

He became whatever he ate! _{freёwebnovel.com}

Yet the downside of this was that it cost a lot of valuable resources to keep Lucky sated. Whatever entered his stomach disappeared from reality.

"It's a zero-sum game."

Adding something meant removing something else. Ves couldn't cheat this process. Either he gave up some valuable exotics, or he kept Lucky deprived of his food. There was no way he could avoid both outcomes at the same time.

"The same should apply to growing mechs."

Growth was a costly transformation.

Babies needed care and nutrition in order to grow up into healthy adults.

Seeds required soil and a source of energy to grow into vigorous plants.

Ves had to expend a lot of materials to build a mech.

In short, almost every process in reality consisted of some sort of exchange.

The same should apply to life.

To grow the life of a mech, a price needed to be paid.

So far, Ves couldn't think of anything a mech pilot could pay except for his own presence and the life he bore in his mind.

The man-machine connection forged a convenient channel to facilitate this transaction. Yet the reason why most LMC mechs weren't able to grow that much was because most mech pilots were too weak!

Certainly, it was not as if they were completely incapable. Ves sensed at least some progress in every LMC mech in the Larkinson Clan. It was just that the rate of progress was too slow.

Only Venerable Jannzi and the expert candidates jumped out of this pattern. Their stronger force of wills provided much more 'nutrition' to their mechs.

"If this is true, then individuality is basically a luxury. Only stronger mech pilots are able to develop their mechs!"

This was not what Ves wanted!

Sure, it was definitely good if high-ranking mech pilots gained significantly more from his mechs. Ves did not object to the advantages they gained due to the merit of their strength.

Yet Ves was not like Gloriana, who would likely be content with designing expert mechs for the rest of her life.

While he hadn't explicitly thought about it, Ves wanted his products to be available to everyone. It was fine if expert pilots gained more out of his products. What Ves didn't enjoy was if the main benefit of piloting his mechs was largely deprived from his general audience!

Some mech designers believed that they benefited the most if they designed the strongest mechs. These passionate people were readily willing to give up on providing mechs to the masses.

Such an outcome did not sit well with Ves. While he didn't develop an obsession to push his mechs onto every mech pilot in existence, he still wanted to offer those who were willing an opportunity to grow alongside a living mech.

Ves could forget about progressing his mech designer if he didn't solve this problem.

However, not all of it was useful. When Ves inspected the state of the Solemn Guardian, he already noted that the design spirit was already saturated with spiritual energy.

Even if tens of millions of mech pilots were added to the equation, the Solemn Guardian didn't actually benefit.

The spiritual feedback that all of those ordinary mech pilots provided was too low in quality!

The Solemn Guardian was flooded with so much low-quality spiritual feedback that the design spirit was forced to discard most of it! It was like pouring water into a mug.

At some point, pouring additional water merely caused the liquid to spill over.

"Where does all of that excess water go?"

Basically, all of it went away! This was a pretty egregious waste of spiritual energy. Even if it was very heterogeneous, it was still a resource that could be spent!

What if Ves took this excess spiritual energy and instead fed it to the spiritual foundation of his mechs?

It would have gone to waste otherwise!

Though the spiritual feedback of a single mech pilot was miniscule, combining them all together resulted in a very considerable quantity.

Of course, it wasn't easy to accomplish his desired outcome. All of that mixed spiritual energy was very diverse and mixed with a lot of junk. Recklessly feeding them into a mech would probably warp the mechs.

This was where his design spirit came in. Directly feeding the spiritual junk from millions of mech pilots into a specific was wrong. It needed to be processed, and what better way to do so than through the design spirit?

Ves glanced at Lucky.

In a way, weren't design spirits similar to Lucky?

They ate all kinds of junk, and produced remarkably uniform output in return!

What Ves had to do was to establish a spiritual mechanism where the output of his design spirit was being put back into mechs!

He suddenly halted. "There's a problem with this method."

Feeding a mech with the spiritual energy of its own design spirit would only reinforce its uniformity. How could the mech pilot possibly develop a closer relation with his mech if it continued to align itself to its design spirit?

Ves needed to add another process!

He began to develop a headache as he tried to figure out a way to solve this new problem. He felt as if he needed to do more and more spiritual engineering to come up with increasingly more sophisticated solutions.

Despite these difficulties, Ves began to grin!

"At least I have found my direction! This is better than getting lost!"