[You have received 1 power suit blueprint 'Prime Gear PG-14']

Prime Gear? That sounded generic to Hax. The name really needed some more creativity. He clicked on the blueprint.

Name: Prime Gear PG-14

Protection: A

Damage: A

Maximum load: C+

Battery: D-

Range of Motion: B

Speed: C

Hax clicked his tongue. The information listed is very unspecific and vague. Protection A. What did that even meant? If the system describe the status specifically such as 60 mm of steel, 550 horse power, or 65 KWH of battery, 180 degree range of motion, 76 KM per hour speed, or something like that, then that would be better. He could plan out what to do with the information and simulate many event of how his army could use it.

For example, he could place his army 120 KM away from the enemy, and since he knew the power suit had the speed of 120 KM per hour, he would be assured that his army would arrive in an hour.

Ding!

Name: Prime Gear Pg-14

Armor: 150

Power: 220

Maximum Load: 300

Battery: 25 KWH

Weight: 95 KG

Max speed: 120 KM/hour

Range of motion: 95

Alright… It was still a little vague, but that was enough. With specific data in weight and speed he could calculate how much force it could generate. The battery was terrible though. He would need a supply chain to bring a lot of batteries for the power suit. Its armor, power, and maximum load seemed good. The numbers were still a little vague. It was unknown if the numbers meant in thickness, strength, or the universal mass metric system. But he was sure that he could make a heavier and stronger weapons for his army.

Hax simulated dozens of possibilities in his mind. How the power suit could effectively be used and its limit.

By his analysis, the power suit was suitable for a short yet high damage operation. The battery size was so pitiful that Hax could cry every time he saw the numbers. The power suit could at least travel about 150 Km before it ran out of energy. It wasn't bad if it only needed to travel. The problem was, the power suit was not a car, it was a machine used for war. Depending on how strong the enemies were, the power suit was always on a time limit.

"This means that the power suit can not be used for prolonged siege unless there is batteries nearby." Thankfully the norms had something called magic bulls that can pull the wagons for the batteries. They were much faster and stronger than the vehicle he currently could make. What he needed to build was better wagons but still use the magic bulls to pull them. Of course, he could also use the wagons to bring the power suit to battle to save its energy before a fight.

It was fine that the power suit ran out of energy quickly. What matter was the firepower. He wasn't sure how strong the leader of a sect was. But with this power suit, he was confident that he could defeat them.

Now all he needed was to build the 3D printer before manufacturing the power suit.

"I hope Bodin got the materials I tasked him to." He turned to Ratha. "How's your study goes?"

She swallowed the last piece of bread. "It's good."

"I can't tell whether you are talking about the bread or your study."

"Both." Ratha smiled.

"Where's your cat?"

Ratha shrugged. "I've been looking, but I can't find her."

"Well, she'll come back later on her own."

"I hope so."

"Do you know where your father is?"

"I think he's out of town."

Hax sighed. "He better returned early. I can't wait to build this power suit."

Ratha moved her leg up and down as she sat on her plastic chair. It was hers, now.

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"Why are you not studying?" Hax asked.

"I finished them."

"Are you sure?"

Ratha nodded.

"Then I will give you a test." Hax wrote some simple test on the parchment. Most of the questions within asked for a detailed explanation of various theories related to physics. The theories mentioned energy, force, and motion. Understanding these theory would help her in practical test later on.

He gave Ratha the parchment. "Take your time to answer them. I'm going for a walk."

Hax left his workshop and strode through the forge hall. Manufacturing bots constantly printing out rifles and were placed inside a crate as they brought them out. The muscled men greeted him as they busied themselves.

The 100,000 gold coins that the investors gave him almost ran out. The materials, magic bulls, carriages, wagon, and food consumed the fund at an alarming rate. Funds was always a problem regarding the military.

They always consume a lot of resources and didn't really have anything to make money.

Currently, only pistols were allowed to be sold to norms that didn't join the rebel army. Rifles, BC-75, and Weler-150 were only available if they join the army. Of course Hax told his men to show them off in the city. The sales allowed the army to fund itself, though he didn't believe he could increase the amount of production for now.

As he exited the forged hall, Nesterin and his parade group drove their carriage on the shooting field. The shooting field was located right in front of the forge hall. This made testing new weapons much easier. The field was large enough to accommodate hundreds of carriages and thousands of people.

Hax planned to make a huge army in the future, and he knew his numbers would rise, so he had told Bodin to make the huge field. The town had to be expand to since more people would join the rebellion.

As the Black Wolves jumped out of their carriage, Nesterin ordered the people he recruited to the administration building. Hax had sent the Black Wolves and the Man Hunter to every city in the Avatar Kingdom not just to show strength, but also to recruit more people. As thousands of people strode to the administrative building, the plan seemed to work very well.

Nesterin noticed him and ran towards him. "Sir, I have completed the parade and recruited more than 30,000 men for our army.

"Did you only recruit soldiers?"

"No, sir. I also recruit builders, cooks, doctors, and other occupation that might be useful for our army."

"You also include the sign language interpreter to that, right?"

Nesterin smiled. "Yes, sir. I plan to train our men in sign language so they can communicate in different way."

Hax couldn't imagine their face the moment they learned that he could make a long-range communication device in the future. Well, he needed to save his points for now.

"Except birds. Is it possible to send a message in long distances?" Hax asked.

"I'm not sure, sir. But I heard that magicians can draw a circle that could send voices. But I am not sure if it's true."

Interesting.

"And you guys don't know its limitation too?"

Nesterin shook his head. "But I believe the magicians and the cultivators have a lot of ways to communicate in long distances, sir. My men loves to hang out around bars and shops, and they sometimes heard something when the cultivators were talking. They told me that a magic archer can send a message with its arrows. I don't know how they do it, though."

Sending a message through arrows? That made Hax entered a deep thought. Could this arrow enter a building? Open a door? And how did it find its target? The mechanism of magic was so complicated. Hax didn't understand any of its rules and limitation. He only knew that the spell required energy but that was all.

Suddenly, Hax heard something pierced the wind and an arrow landed beside his feet.

Nesterin and Hax looked at each other.

"There is a note tied to the arrow," Hax said.

Nesterin picked it up and opened the note. "Sir, I think this is for you."

Hax took the small note and read it. This is a message from the Royal Family. As a sovereign ruler of the Avatar Kingdom, the Royal Family will not relish its rule and will take the action of the Hax Rebel Family as a minor insult. The punishment for this insult is the dissolution of the Hax Rebel Army and the disarmament of the entire norms in the Avatar Kingdom. Hax, the leader and founder of this rebellion, is to come inside the Royal Palace and apologize personally to the king.

Hax scoffed. He didn't care how the arrow landed beside his feet or the possibility that it could land on his head the next time. The message was crystal clear to him.

"The Royal Family is afraid. They are afraid of something."

"Are they afraid of us, sir?"

"No, that can't be. They have something greater to take care of. And they can't move their army as they wish. When you parade around the cities, have you heard of anything?"

Nesterin shook his head. "No, sir."

"Then the threat must have come from outside the kingdom or from the shadows. Nesterin, you were a mafia before right."

"Uhh… Yes, sir."

"You have experience in obtaining information correct?"

"Yes." Nesterin nodded.

"And do you know where the Royal Palace is located?"

"I do, sir."

Hax looked at him in the eye. "You know what to do."

Nesterin saluted. "I'll get it done."

The Black Wolves gathered again. They asked around what they were gathered for, but no one seemed to know. Their leader, Nesterin, Jharteel, and the others didn't want to open their mouth.

"Sir, where are we going? Who are we going to fight? Is the Royal Army coming for us?"

Nesterin wore his Weler-150 and cocked his big BC-75. "The Royal Army is not coming to us. We are coming to them. For now, that is all you need to know. This is a secret operation."

The Black Wolves whispered among themselves.

"Can we win?"

"We have big guns now, so maybe we can."

"But the Royal Army is strong."

Whispers like this spread among the troops.

Nesterin ignored them as he invited Jharteel and the other to his carriage. Unlike the other carriage where it was designed to fill as much soldier as possible, his carriage contain stacks of parchment that contained the list of troops, the command hierarchy, and maps of various cities, sect, guild, and union.

He was a leader now. A leader of more than thirty thousand men. He must plan, and prepare before he execute his operation. The terrible massacre in Boiling Volcano must never repeat. He didn't want to had regret because of insufficient preparation.

"Nesterin, my men are nagging me for an answer. What are we going to do?"

"This is a secret operation, Jharteel. The less people knew the better. But I will tell the four of you. We are going to the Royal Palace."

Jharteel and the other widened their eyes.

"Are we going to attack the Royal Family right away?" Thalanil asked.

"No, I don't think we are strong enough for that. Remember how much trouble the Royal Army gave us?" Nesterin said.

"That was in the past. We have big guns and a huge army now," Gormon said.

"We don't have a huge army yet," Nesterin replied. "What we have is untrained and inexperienced men who might run away the moment they see a swordsman staring at them."

Nesterin eyed them one by one. "This is why we will only bring those who already experience a battle. Our objective in this operation is not to defeat the enemy, but to obtain information. We will run our old Night Disappear operation."

Jharteel let out a breath with a smile. "Night Disappear operation. I still remember the time when you kidnap me like it was yesterday."