This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 455.1: This SSSR-Rare God-Tier Pet MIGHT BE A LITTLE WRONG...

Chapter 455.1: This SSSR-Rare God-Tier Pet MIGHT BE A LITTLE WRONG...

Chu Guang completely dumped Feather on Falling Feather and vanished to god knew where, never showing his face on level B6 again.

Meanwhile, on level B6...

Falling Feather, who had zero experience with raising anything, was now staring at this Mother Body modeled after himself, locked in a long staring contest with it.

Well... Might as well start by renaming it, as per tradition.

Clearing his throat, Falling Feather spoke. “Hey, can you change your name?”

Feather tilted its head.

“Yi... wu?”

Falling Feather frowned. “Like... How about just calling you Yiwu?”

Feather continued, “Yi... wu?”

“...”

Damn it! It’s completely unresponsive!

Falling Feather sighed in defeat and gave up on renaming the creature.

“Uhh... Feather?”

“Feather!” Hearing its name, the tendrils floating behind Feather's head danced joyfully.

It was obvious it really liked the name.

Falling Feather thought for a moment and came up with a compromise. “Little Feather, how about we call you Little Feather as a nickname?”

Compared to a one-syllable name, Little Feather was smoother to say and had better distinction.

“Little... Feather!”

Though it had trouble pronouncing two syllables in a row, it seemed to understand what he meant.

A smile appeared on Falling Feather’s face as he reached out and rubbed its soft, smooth head.

So the little guy can understand speech.

At that moment, a cheeky voice rang out from the elevator entrance. “Why’s the nickname longer than the real name?”

Sure enough, the asshole of the hour arrived. Staring at Mosquito’s stupid shit-eating grin, Falling Feather rolled his eyes. “Mind your own business.”

Mosquito cheerfully strolled over, casually throwing his arm around Falling Feather’s shoulders. “Come on, forget that, bro, lemme show you something cool.”

“Wait a sec, what’re you trying to show your father now?” Falling Feather tensed up immediately. Based on past experience, anything Mosquito threw together casually tended to have some actual use, but anything he made seriously was usually hot garbage.

These were hard-learned lessons!

“I’m saying this first, I’ve got a mission from the administrator that’s pretty important. Gotta play it safe these few days. How about you find someone else to test it?”

Hearing that, Mosquito looked offended, even his eyebrows shot up. “Huh?! What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying my stuff don’t work?”

Falling Feather raised his eyebrow and snapped, “How can you even ask that with a straight face?”

Then he turned to take Little Feather for some fresh air.

Watching him walk away, Mosquito panicked and chased after them. “Hey! Come on, bro, just give me a shot! I swear, this time it’s legit! Look, just try it, if it works, take it, no charge! If it sucks, I’ll keep it myself!”

Hearing that he didn’t need to pay, Falling Feather stopped in his tracks and glanced back, skeptical at the idea. “Seriously?”

Mosquito nodded earnestly. “For real! When have I ever lied to you?”

“...”

Though he didn’t expect much, Falling Feather’s eyelids twitched.

You never know?

Mosquito had made a few god-tier items before... Just not consistently.

Soon, Falling Feather, Little Feather, and Mosquito arrived at a small shack south of the base.

Standing in front of the shack was a humanoid mech about three meters tall.

It had heavy chest armor and a sharply contoured frame. Its mechanical arms looked like giant claws, just like Blitzcrank’s. The connectors at its shoulders and back looked like they could mount additional weapons, but those were still empty.

It looked like a shrunken version of a Titan, exactly like the sketch that Escaping Mole posted on the forums.

Falling Feather froze for a few seconds, then let out a curse. “Holy...!”

Beside him, Little Feather tilted its head and mimicked, “Holy?”

Falling Feather turned to it quickly. “Don’t learn that.”

Little Feather nodded. “Holy!”

Falling Feather facepalmed.

Mosquito smirked and elbowed him. “Behold, the Destroyer Mark I! It costs about 60,000 silver coins to build, mostly due to the steel required. So, what do you think? Is it cool or what?”

“This thing’s amazing,” Falling Feather said, eyes glued to the iron beast. “Honestly, I’d believe it was an exoframe... What’s its power source?”

Mosquito said casually, “It doesn’t have one.”

“No power source?!” Falling Feather was stunned. “What do you mean?”

A mech that heavy, probably five or six tons, without a motor or engine was basically a giant statue!

He had been thinking it might use metal hydrogen batteries or something. But at that price point? Maybe a gas engine or solid hydrogen one might be more feasible. But no, Mosquito said it had nothing!

Damn, even if a strength type player wore it, they wouldn’t be able to move!

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Mosquito said with a wide grin on his face. “I know what you’re thinking, but relax. This wasn’t designed for humans.”

Falling Feather instantly grew wary. “What do you mean?”

Mosquito glanced at Little Feather, his eyes sparkling like a shady uncle luring a kid into his white van.

“Hehe... Based on my observations, whether it’s the evolved types in Clearspring City or Lost Valley, they all rely on pure strength! So why not just ditch power modules entirely and let the Slime Mold drive the machine? Pure strength, baby!”

Falling Feather stared at him, dumbfounded.

Bro.

By that logic, do car manufacturers stop including engines if their drivers are Superman?

Cut two holes under the seat so drivers can run the car themselves, super green, super fit.

But then again... That kind of makes sense?

While he hadn’t seen a Titan, he had seen those Rotting Knights in corrupted exoframes.

They were terrifying! Toting chainsaws, shrugging off armor-piercing rounds, they were basically walking tanks. Even T1 and T0 players were no match for them. Eventually, the administrator had to step in and one-shot it.

And according to Old White, there were even stronger ones in the city center. Slime Mold seemed to love repurposing old technology.

Little Feather was a Slime Mold too, and a Mother Body, one tier higher than evolved types!

There’s no reason it couldn’t do it.

With that, Falling Feather’s eyes lit up as he looked at the little one. “Little Feather, want to give it a try?”

“Yi... wu?” Feather tilted its head, then looked at the iron beast.

It floated over, knocked on the chest plate, tapped the arm, then turned around and shook its head like a drum. “Yiwu!”

Maybe due to their shared DNA, Falling Feather, while not understanding the words, somehow got the meaning.

Scratching his head, he glanced at Mosquito with a complicated look.

“Uhh... I think it’s saying this thing looks like food... And it’s not edible.”

“Pffft!” Mosquito couldn’t hold in his laugh, then rushed up to explain. “No, no, buddy, this isn’t food! Try getting in it!”

Maybe it was the weird way he was speaking, or maybe the energy in his voice scared it, but Little Feather shrank behind Falling Feather while trembling slightly.

“Yi... wu!”

Seeing the scared little thing, Falling Feather couldn’t bear to force it. He coughed and gently reminded Mosquito. “You scared it.”

“I’m just trying to teach it! Man... This is harder than I thought!” Seeing how Little Feather still didn’t understand, Mosquito scratched his head in frustration.

Falling Feather said patiently, “Take it slow. Mentally, it’s like a toddler, it doesn’t understand anything yet... Even if you say it’s a piece of gear, it won’t get what that means.”

As he said this, an idea formed in his mind.