The Mech Touch

Chapter 6938  The Contradiction Between Identities

Ves understood that he had fallen into a dilemma.

In order to resolve this tribulation, he needed to reestablish a connection to his true body.

For whatever reason, he had lost touch with reality. His body had transformed too much in a short interval of time and apparently triggered a disaster response without anyone noticing.

Whatever the case, Ves had the illusion that his very life might take a very drastic turn if he did not adequately resolve the latest problem.

His Spirituality may become completely disconnected from his upgraded true body!

To certain people, this sounded like good news. Being able to detach their spirit from their body could be interpreted as ascension into a higher life form.

That was not what Ves wanted out of his life. Becoming a pure spiritual life form was great if he could still maintain a solid presence in the material realm. God pilots were pretty fantastic in this way. Star Designers were also able to anchor themselves in realspace.

However, becoming a spiritual life form without obtaining the strength of a True God was pure self-sabotage in his opinion.

Not only would he become vulnerable to getting eroded by the corrosive winds of the imaginary realm, he would also become completely dependent on his mortal supporters and 'worshipers' to sustain himself!

Aside from that, Ves was pretty sure that he could no longer advance as a mech designer once he lost his true body.

Possessing a physical body that looked human enough to pass off as one was a vital requirement to maintain a connection to the Red Kingdom.

How could a Senior Mech Designer possibly advance to the rank of Master Mech Designer without being able to carve his design philosophy into the Red Kingdom?

Ves felt that becoming a pure spiritual life form akin to the Golden Cat or Lufa was incredibly boring.

How the hell was he supposed to design his mechs, craft them by hand, interact with his customers and conduct research on interesting new stuff if his presence in the material realm became spotty?

There was hardly anything interesting in the imaginary realm.

Perhaps a few secret paradises or transcendent islands might exist amidst all of the meaningless emptiness, but Ves did not think he would be able to find any of them. All he ever encountered was erosion interspersed with the occasional lights generated by other nearby people.