The Undying Mecha Emperor

"So I was right…" The Ancestor murmured while nodding and smiling joyously. "Devour is found!"

"Devour?" Immediately something triggered in my mind. Something which I had forgotten in the hecticness of the situation.

[Take that you bastard!] I remember Amelia Dragonos snarling viciously. [I know you've got your hands on devour! Now go to sleep… and let me cut you up like a pig like you did to my mecha!]

"Oh my God. Amelia Dragonos knows I have devour! She said that before she splashed some sort of green virus on me that invaded my body and destroyed almost every bit of my red energy!" I shouted.

"Amelia Dragonos? The Russian Fifth Princess?" The Ancestor asked. "Why am I only hearing about it now?"

The Ancestor glared at Bruce.

"Heheh, they must have forgotten to debrief him. You know that the Whitefrost Clan had a near tragedy recently, right." Bruce answered rather sheepishly.

"WHICH is no excuse at all. I understand. I will get the Secretary to reprimand Russel immediately for negligence of duty to the Federation and fine them heavily-"

"Forget it." The Ancestor growled. "The damage is done. We will need Russel and his clansmen at full strength very soon. No point picking a little bone with him at such a critical juncture."

"You, boy. I want everything you know, and I want it yesterday!" The Ancestor turned to me and ordered.

Without further hesitation, I spilled everything out. From the junkyard, to the Red Dragon Gang base, to the Lake Andrews base, and to the subsequent battle and escape.

"So you have the power of a white mecha and eight blue mechas within you now?" Bruce asked incredulously after hearing my story.

"A weak travesty of a white mecha which the Russians cobbled together, apparently. But yes, a white mecha nonetheless." I nodded.

Bruce turned to look at the Ancestor with an excited gleam in his eyes. "Your prophecy… It is coming true! I never thought…"

"Indeed it is coming true. And what our next decision here will determine the speed at which the prophecy will be fulfilled." The Ancestor nodded.

"Before that, I'd like a briefing about the current situation, if that's ok with you." I asked half-sarcastically. As the main player, I had the right to know things! How am I supposed to be the dragon that brings the Federation to glory if I don't know anything?

"You will receive all the information you'll need to know later. For now, all you need to know is that the mecha you ingested is called devour, and is one of six experimental mecha cores that humanity had developed from an alien mecha which crashed near Beijing at the end of the 22nd century.

In fact, the third world war was fought because of this alien mecha. The Europeans, Americans and Russians invaded us from all directions when talks regarding the division of the mecha broke down.

And at the end of the war which we lost, the Europeans claimed the mecha's weapons system, the Americans claimed the mecha's armor system, the Russians claimed the mecha's biotech and we are left with the mecha's movement system.

We know that the Europeans had developed two experimental mecha cores with two extremely distinct powers. Full armor piercing weapons as well as a Godlike targeting system that cannot miss.

The Americans had developed two experimental cores as well. Full damage immunity and pure stealth.

The Russians, as you know, have their superhumans. But they did not manage to successfully incorporate biotech into their mechas. Oh they tried, to a degree of success. But they are nowhere close to the power level that the Europeans and Americans are at now." The Ancestor gave me a quick summary of the current situation.

"What about us?" I quickly asked. "What did we develop?"

"We got their movement system. On the surface, we got the short end of the stick. All we managed to do was to create an experimental mecha core which could boost our mechas' speed and maneuverability. But in actual fact…" The Ancestor's face turned rather sly at that moment as he paused for effect.

"What? Quick! Tell me!" I cried out impatiently.

"In actual fact, you'll know when you know." The Ancestor laughed.

"Agh, Ancestor! Why are you doing this to me?" I whined like an ordinary ten year old.

"You'll know soon enough. I'm not going to give up Emma's edge for her first battle with you later on." The Ancestor grinned like a little boy anticipating watching a new episode of his favorite show.

"Emma?" My mind whirred at full speed and I finally realized Emma's secret.

"Yes. Like you, she has a mecha core within her. But because she's too young, the mecha core isn't activated. Otherwise she wouldn't have any issues escaping from her captors." The Ancestor sighed. "She must have gone through alot. I need to visit her soon."

"So that's why the Europeans kidnapped her. They want her mecha core." I immediately deduced. "Did they succeed in taking it out of her?"

"Ha! They didn't. If Amelia Dragonos was involved as you say, their kidnappers probably crossed them and sold them off to the Russians, who had no idea why the Europeans wanted the girl really badly. So they merely did as many tests and checks as they could, and then dumped her at the nearest base. The local gangs probably sold off her organs secretly.

Which reminds me. If Russel Whitefrost doesn't have the balls to wipe out those gangs and their secret sponsors, you go and lead a team to wipe them out. To the very last dog. By the time you're done, I want to be able to go to their bases and enjoy my ten million dollar red wine in perfect peace. If a single dog's bark was to ruin my wine tasting moment, I'll pay for the wine from your bonus." The Ancestor growled at Bruce.

"Don't worry. I believe Russel's Red Dragon and Monkey King Battalions are currently fully deployed on his Revenge Crusade. In fact, he might have overreacted a little bit by deploying his reservists as well." Bruce hastily informed the Ancestor.