Super Mechanic: The God of Superpowers!

Chapter 167 The Battle for Leeks

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Ye Xiu took the opportunity to sneak into the Godora camp.

The guards in the core area kept the players at the periphery, which made it convenient for them to talk privately.

As soon as he sat down, Ye Xiu started talking about the progress of disaster relief.

"Thanks to your intelligence network, all the affected planets are now stabilized."

Nagokin pulled out a data pad and said, "What's the progress of the antidote development in the Research Department?"

When they were almost done talking about the serious matters, Ye Xiu changed the subject: "When I first came here, I saw that you were recruiting people?"

"Haha, you found out." Nagokin was quite calm.

"After observing these extraordinary people for a while, I've discovered that they have incredible potential. With such talented individuals, we naturally want to cultivate some of our own."

Ye Xiu rubbed his chin without commenting, and continued, "Indeed, I have been dealing with aliens for some years."

"Even you investigators couldn't figure out their origins at first, but then we saw they acted like normal people, and we gradually got used to it."

"When it comes to potential, they really can't be underestimated."

Nagokin's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a breakthrough. He said, "By the way, you have a high reputation in the alien community. Can you lend a hand?"

He noticed that the alien mercenary group did not accept all the aliens when recruiting them, but had a selection mechanism, which showed that they had no ambition to monopolize the market.

In addition, Ye Xiu's always calm attitude further confirmed his judgment, and he felt at ease to ask for help.

Ye Xiu's expression suddenly became subtle - what kind of logic is this?
Not only did he blatantly poach my people, but he also asked me to teach him how to poach people?

He nodded calmly, "It's fine to offer some advice, but don't expect too much. After all, strangers aren't my personal property. They have their own judgment."

Nagokin pondered for a moment and asked, "What magic do you have in your mercenary group that makes aliens so eager to join you?"

"It's similar to what you are doing now." Ye Xiu chuckled.

"It's nothing more than introducing the organization's background, analyzing the interstellar situation, and then mentioning the benefits and benefits."

"The rest depends on the aliens' own choices. If you promote Godora's advantages, someone will be tempted sooner or later."

"That coincides with my idea." Nagokin nodded.

He firmly believed that his strategy was correct, but the other party had taken the initiative.

Since the direction was correct, he decided to proceed step by step.

Compared to a mercenary group, joining an interstellar civilization is obviously more attractive, and all it takes is time to develop.

After a few pleasantries, Ye Xiu said goodbye and left. As soon as he walked out of the camp, he shook his head and laughed.

Looking at Godora's usual routine of recruiting players, Ye Xiu was not panicked at all.

By operating among the player community for a long time, the mercenary group not only clearly established its character, but also cultivated a sense of belonging with a serial-style narrative.

How could such an emotional bond be shaken by Nagokin's last-minute efforts?
In terms of resources, he has exclusive access to the Interstellar Mercenary Group;

In terms of sentiment, he has a carefully woven mercenary legend;

In terms of fun, there are endless hidden tasks and Easter eggs.
The overwhelming advantages in all aspects made it impossible for him to even pretend to be anxious.

Watching Godora clumsily copying the marketing tactics, Ye Xiu just wanted to pat her on the shoulder and say: You're still a little green when it comes to harvesting player resources.

Due to their thorough preparations and full confidence, even if they did not intervene, the Godora camp had no chance of winning.

In fact, players can be registered in both camps at the same time, and Ye Xiu had already figured it out.

The real moment to take sides will not come until the interstellar expedition, there is no need to rush to show your cards now.

When the critical moment comes where you have to choose one of the three, relying on the accumulated advantages and the herd effect, you will definitely be able to build up a snowball-like popularity.

Just imagine, which player would give up the mobile base camp that comes with its own main city function?
By then, even a pin drop would be heard in Godora.

However, Ye Xiu has always believed in the creed that "advantages should grow like a snowball", so he touched his chin and began to think of new strategies.

After all, they are still superficial allies with Godora, so it would be unwise to break up with them directly.

Although the other party's competitiveness is limited, players have diverse tastes and it is possible that some people prefer a niche route.

As long as the size of your own mercenary group meets the requirements, there is no need to demand a 100% conversion rate.

What's more, after the mission is completed, a new personnel training base can be established on Aquamarine Star. Isn't this a ready-made leek field?

"Attraction needs to be continuously increased."

Ye Xiu casually twirled the electronic pen, and the Tianhuan Alliance's rank system suddenly popped up on the screen.

His eyes lit up: "Yeah! Why not just create an intuitive promotion ladder?"

Just like the tiered supermarket membership cards, you can upgrade when you accumulate enough points, and the higher the tier, the bigger the discounts.

The more players invest, the more reluctant they are to quit. Isn’t this the most natural user stickiness?
He immediately designed a six-level promotion system.

I originally wanted to come up with some cool titles like "Star Ranger" or "Galaxy Warrior".

But then I thought about the simple and crude "four rings" and "five rings" settings of the Tianhuan Alliance.

Finally, we decided to use the down-to-earth "Bean Master, Bean Master, Bean King"

——Just like Malatang, which can be divided into mild, medium and extra spicy, everyone can understand it immediately.

Listening to the crackling sound of the computer keyboard, Ye Xiu whistled proudly.

When it comes to naming things, he always thinks it should be like hot pot dipping sauce: the simpler, the better the taste.

Looking at the newly launched level system, it seems as if you can already see the scene of players frantically completing tasks in order to accumulate points.

The sixth level of the Alien Mercenary System is considered the top title, called "Thirty-six Star Bean Gods".

Of course, this position is not a fixed seat but a dynamic list.

As long as the basic threshold of "Bean King" is reached, the top 36 players in the real-time ranking will be able to obtain the distinguished title.

Moreover, the supporting benefits are several levels higher than those of the lower classes.

This floating seat is essentially a money-burning arena designed by Ye Xiu for large guilds and big spenders - if you want to sit firmly in the thirty-sixth position, you have to continue to invest.

Although players can check their job level through their personal mercenary files.

However, interstellar communicators are not yet popular at this stage, so everyone can only look up information while holding their leather armor.

The assessment of mercenary level depends on three hard indicators: personal credit points, current camp favorability, and total historical contribution value.

Credit points must be accumulated slowly by accepting commissions. The more tasks you complete, the faster they increase.

The camp favorability is easy to understand. Newcomers are at the lowest "Beaner" level when they first join the camp.

If you want to be promoted to "Bean Master", you must first raise your camp's favorability to [Friendly].

That is to accumulate 1000 contribution points.

However, after being promoted, even if you spend all your contribution points, your level will not drop.

The core is actually the total contribution value system.

For example, if you currently have 3000 points in your account, and you spend 1000, you will still have 2000 points left, but the total contribution value will always show 3000.

This value records all the points you have accumulated since joining the group.

To upgrade from a Bean Master to a Bean Master, you need to accumulate 20,000 points, which is not a low threshold.

As soon as the new ranking system was launched, players began to figure out how to use it, and they actually discovered a loophole in the system:
When the faction's favorability is below Friendly, 50 Enas can be exchanged for 100 Contribution Points.
However, once the favorability exceeds friendly, the exchange rate will directly increase to 500 Enas for 100 points.

The smart people reacted immediately.

As long as you control the current contribution value below 1000 points, you can use the most cost-effective ratio to increase the total contribution!
Players who discovered this trick were about to set off fireworks to celebrate, thinking they had found a shortcut to get something for free.

In fact, this was all part of Ye Xiu's plan. He hoped that the players would think they had gotten a good deal.

The reason is simple. When your current contribution is about to exceed 1,000, you have to spend your contribution points quickly in order to maintain the preferential exchange rate.

The goods in the contribution shop require additional Enas to purchase.

This creates a circular consumption trap of "saving contributions - exchanging goods - saving contributions again".

The other two rating indicators are real hard thresholds. Credit points must be obtained by completing tasks, and there is no way to cheat at faction favorability.

The so-called loophole in the total contribution value is actually a psychological tactic set by Ye Xiu.

Deliberately leave a seemingly clever backdoor to make players jump into the vortex of krypton gold.

There are many newcomers in the mercenary group now, and only the dozens of high-end players who joined in at the beginning are about to reach the threshold of being a bean master.

According to the progress bar designed by Ye Xiu, it is estimated that it will be difficult for anyone to reach the highest level in two or three versions.

This was originally a layout prepared for long-term operation.

"The development blueprint of the mercenary group has just begun."

Ye Xiu slumped in the swivel chair, dangling on his toes, looking at the contribution value data that was frantically refreshing on the monitoring screen, a smile like that of an old fox appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As long as enough players are attracted, the combat power of these players can be transformed into one's own power.

He had enough patience to wait for these seeds to take root and sprout.

drip-

An urgent message suddenly popped up on the communicator.

He casually swiped open the virtual light screen, and his originally careless gaze suddenly froze.

The news that the long-silent DarkStar organization had launched a surprise attack on three alienated disaster stars was flashing across the screen.

Ye Xiu's back straightened instantly, and his fingertips unconsciously clasped the armrest of the seat.

“As expected, they did it.”

Two months had passed since the outbreak of the Alienation Disaster, and DarkStar had remained silent. This unnatural calmness made one feel as if something was missing.

Now that the missing piece of the puzzle has finally been put in place, the entire Garton galaxy is in an uproar over this news.

All interstellar citizens knew that as Godora's old rival, DarkStar would never miss this chaotic feast.

Although there is no evidence that the Alienation Disaster is directly related to Dark Star.

But since they chose to intervene, Godora had to turn her main attention to this old enemy.

The nature of the situation has changed fundamentally.

In the first round of attacks, the three Godora rescue teams stationed on the Disaster Star suffered heavy losses.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the DarkStar fleet, they were unable to resist in their hasty response.

What's interesting is that DarkStar did not destroy these three planets.

Instead, it was like a precise surgical operation, specifically targeting the rescue forces.

By the time the support fleet arrived, the other side had already evacuated, leaving behind only a devastated disaster site.

Nearly 80% of the rescue efforts were wasted. Even though Godora immediately raised the alert level and dispatched regular troops to garrison the various disaster planets.

But DarkStar's second round of offensive still arrived as expected.

This time, the two sides engaged in a head-on confrontation in the interstellar space. The energy shield flickered under the bombardment of particle cannons, and the photon pulses were like a rainbow bridge across the starry sky.

However, when the battle became intense, the DarkStar fleet retreated calmly again.

All that was left were the destroyed disaster relief facilities and the exhausted Godora defenders.

Compared to Godora's vast territory, DarkStar's most difficult advantage has always been its elusive combat style.

Their military bases are like reefs sunk in the deep sea, and no one knows which star field the next attack will erupt from.

This cat-and-mouse game kept Godora running around in a panic.

Not only do we have to maintain the daily defense of the vast star field, but we also have to be on guard against the fangs that may be exposed at any time.

After launching two raids in succession, DarkStar clearly regarded the disaster relief forces as targets.

However, Godora couldn't possibly withdraw the rescue team because of this. If they retreated at the critical moment, it would be tantamount to showing weakness to the enemy, which was completely contrary to their style of doing things.

Besides, the disaster relief operation has already been launched. Giving up halfway will not only shake the foundation of the rule but also lose the support of the people.

The current situation is not so bad that we have to take this step.

The head-on clash between these two old enemies after many years caused an uproar in the entire Garton Galaxy and instantly topped the Colton Cluster's hot search list.

"DarkStar will never give up. The next wave of attacks could arrive at any time. Sooner or later, we will have to face their fire."

In the shelter's meeting room, Nagokin tapped the table solemnly.

Among the people present, only Ye Xiu and Han Xiao truly understood the situation. Although Bennett and the leaders of the six countries listened attentively, they all looked confused.

Ever since the first wave of attacks, Planet Aquamarine has been on high alert.

The Godora fleet that arrived five days ago was currently hovering outside the atmosphere, with a defense network of 120 warships on full-time standby.

Nagokin had no time to worry about disaster relief and recruiting mutants, and was fully committed to guarding against DarkStar.

I have already held seven or eight meetings with Ye Xiu in the past few days.

The emergency meeting was mainly intended to provide preventive measures to shelters and governments.

Although Planet Aquamarine has little ability to fight back in the face of an interstellar war, at least everyone needs to know where to retreat in times of crisis.

"We are tied down by the disaster relief mission and are completely passive."

"DarkStar clearly intends to exploit our scattered forces to defeat us one by one, slowly wearing down our armed forces."

Nagokin slammed his fist on the conference table and said, "The most frustrating thing is that you can't predict which planet they'll target next."

Ye Xiu nodded slightly.

This was indeed DarkStar's tactic, but it was only one part of their chain of plans.

Through the Alien Disaster Plan, these guys not only want to shake Godora's military strength, but also dismantle the entire ruling system from the foundation.

After all, if the disaster-stricken planet was truly destroyed, Godora wouldn't have to go through the trouble of disaster relief.

They just want to cut flesh with a blunt knife and drag their opponents to death on the rescue front.

Bennett and the others turned pale, not because they were frightened, but mainly because they realized that it was useless to worry now.

"How do you plan to break the deadlock?" he asked, rubbing his temple.

"The War Bureau is mobilizing troops from other sectors. The second and third batches of reinforcements are on the way. Our superiors have ordered us to continue with disaster relief efforts while increasing vigilance."

Nagokin's words suddenly faltered. In fact, the top brass had proposed forcibly evacuating the victims.

However, considering the risk of allowing the mutated Primarch to sneak onto the spacecraft, coupled with the pressure from public opinion, they finally had to give up.

I heard that several hawkish officers in the War Bureau were eager to take action, thinking that this was a good opportunity to lure the enemy out of their hole and take advantage of the situation to inflict heavy damage on DarkStar's main force.

"So now we can only wait?" someone couldn't help but interrupt.

Nagokin's Adam's apple moved, and he finally nodded heavily.

In fact, there is a secret order hidden above - if the situation is found to be unfavorable after fighting with the Dark Star Fleet, it is necessary to prioritize preserving combat power and evacuating the battlefield.

Even if the calamity planet being attacked was destroyed, Godora could only accept the defeat.

Ye Xiu rubbed his chin. Although Dark Star's attack route was irregular, he knew that the enemy fleet could leap in at any time.

Thanks to the fact that he had just been promoted to the disaster level and had the technical master Lao Han as his backing.

Maybe this time I can gain some reputation in the Broken Star Ring again.

"It's a pity this isn't a ground encounter."

He stared at the holographic star map and muttered to himself.

Space fleet battles are a hundred times more dangerous than one-on-one duels, and are no longer a fist-to-fist fight with a super-powered being.

Instead, he had to face the overwhelming star-destroying artillery fire, and even he felt his temples throbbing.

However, when I thought about the technological abilities I had copied over the years, I felt a little more confident.

As soon as the combat meeting ended, Ye Xiu immediately summoned the mercenary cadres.

While requiring all personnel to enter a state of combat readiness, he personally supervised the transfer of all strategic materials in the spacecraft's cargo hold to the underground bunker.

Those rented civilian spacecraft are not even equipped with shields. If they are really deployed to the battlefield, they will probably need to be repaired after a single salvo. It is better to keep them as logistics transport teams.

With this calculation, the only ones that can join the battle are the Blacklight Lurker formation.

Although there are less than ten ships in total, each one is equipped with an antimatter torpedo launcher.

At the same time, the shelter began to evacuate people and build protective fortifications under limited conditions.

Although the refugees who were unaware of the truth cooperated with the command, the uneasiness in the air almost solidified into a physical entity.

Thinking of the progress bar of [Alienation Disaster] in the game system, Ye Xiu rubbed his brows and sighed.

Every Dark Star raid would cause the mission progress to plummet. With the current level of equipment of the players, they would not even be able to serve as cannon fodder in the space battlefield.

"If those lunatics changed their course and went to wreak havoc on other galaxies..."

But as soon as this thought came up, he suppressed it.

In the pitch-black universe, the Dark Star Fleet, led by the "Crimson Gore", is sailing silently.

More than two hundred assault ships surrounded the area like a pack of wolves, their streamlined hulls densely covered with particle acceleration tracks.

Inside the command cabin, Nokap stared at the holographic sand table with his hands behind his back, the flickering star map of the Ninth Star Region reflected in his pupils.

This commander, who personally destroyed hundreds of enemy ships but only lost 40% of his troops, is now locking onto new prey.

"Arrival time?"

"Contact target in seventeen hours."

Before the adjutant finished speaking, a certain azure planet in the virtual projection suddenly glowed with blood—the coordinates of Planet Aquamarine were flashing at a high frequency.

In the Andia nuclear explosion area, rusted metal debris is streaked across the scorched earth.

In this death zone where even radioactive cockroaches can't survive more than three days, a charred skeleton is staggering.

The skeleton, which should have turned to ashes, was not only intact, but also had a ball of wriggling black mud attached to the cervical vertebrae.

Countless mycelial tentacles spread along the bone joints, pulling the corpse like a puppet.

This is the alienated Protomorph that has evolved to its infancy.

It crossed the ocean to this nuclear wasteland, greedily devouring the rich radioactive energy in the air.

For it now, this is much more delicious than bioelectricity.

This area is called the Death Zone. The corpse of the beast that hosts the mutated original body fell dead at the edge of the restricted area, and it can only drive its body to move deeper into the ruins.

The manipulated skeleton was the remains of the first generation of the Germinal leader.

Choosing this body was simple, purely because of its powerful life potential.

This body is a masterpiece dug by "him" himself.

In a dimension invisible to the naked eye, the nuclear pollution in the core of the ruins is being madly devoured by the alienated original body.

From a microscopic perspective, its cell division rate soared hundreds of times.

The newly formed material tissue continues to vaporize and transform into a controllable energy form, completing the cycle of matter and energy.

The skeleton moved mechanically, and its greedy devouring caused the radiation intensity to decrease at an imperceptible rate.

The Nokap fleet lurked in the shadows of a desolate planet, only a short jump away from Planet Aquamarine.

This is the last safe zone where the cloaking device is effective. Going further will enter the gravitational field perception range of Godora's military radar.

Just like in the dark deep sea, the tracker can only judge the threat by the disturbance of water flow.

When two gravitational fields are too close, like a violent undercurrent, any advanced concealment technology cannot escape detection.

Over the years of confrontation, DarkStar and Godora have been engaged in an arms race in the fields of counter-reconnaissance and detection.

Inside the command ship, Nokap was reviewing data with the intelligence officer. "Planet Aquamarine's defense deployment?"

"Outer space is guarded by a medium-sized fleet sent from Nadban Base, totaling 120 standard frigates."

"The ground covert team reported that there was also a disaster relief fleet led by Nagokin, a high-ranking official from the War Bureau. That martial artist possessed a natural disaster-level combat capability."

"Catastrophe-level" Nokap tapped the console with his fingertips, "Abandon the boarding battle plan. Other forces?"

"The Alien Mercenaries and the Black Star Mercenaries from Longtan Field Operations are also on the planet's surface, each with over ten ships."

When the commander heard the name of the alien planet, his expression remained unchanged.

It's just an opponent who needs to fill a few more death lists.

The tactical panel flashed with a precisely calculated data stream, which finally settled on the fourth combat plan.

"Everyone, maintain level one combat readiness! Those bastards could emerge from any direction at any moment!"

In the outer orbit of Planet Aquamarine, the thunderous roar of Batet, commander of the Godora escort fleet, made the communicator buzz.

The short and stocky officer had just wiped the sweat from his forehead when the radar soldier suddenly shouted:

"An unidentified fleet has appeared at position C-02-07! They're at the edge of range!"

Batet rushed to the observation window, and only stars were twinkling in the dark universe.

The fleets of both sides were like hunters facing each other with guns, locking onto each other at a deadly distance.

A shrill alarm suddenly tore through the silence, and thousands of emerald-colored ion torrents pierced the darkness, casting an eerie green light on the observation window.

The Nokap fleet launched a beyond-visual-range salvo!
(End of this chapter)