Sparks rained down from the ceiling, which ignited into flames that started to burn all the goods in the convenience store. It did not take long for the flames to start blazing, in the middle of the flames stood a man looking up into the sky through the hole in the sealing.

Gray’s body stood still as he looked around while thinking about what to make, he started to dig deep into his mind for inspiration and for the alien blueprints that he had downloaded from the Larcripter ship.

Fantasma played a huge role in this as she was the one who helped him get the Larcripter's knowledge and engineering know-how. What came to mind was a rail gun, it was simple and easy for him to make with the amount of time he had on hand. The only problem with this was that the Mech would only take minimal damage.

He also had to consider its fast regeneration or self-repair function the Mech had.

‘Mm… this won’t work I need to think of something else.’ He thought to himself with super speed thought, once Gray started thinking the whole world seemed to have slowed down. This was thanks to his choice in choosing the Mind-body leveling system.

He could also move at higher speeds and have a stronger body thanks to this method, Gray knew, the Mind-body system once reigned supreme in close combat in fact the more he thought about this the more it sounded like the legends of strong martial artists of the past.

A side thought festered in his mind about those legends. ‘Did humanity of the past once have a method to use Bio plasma? No, it can’t be… did they?’

Thinking about this Gray had a gust of inspiration. ‘If I can’t use a gun then why not use a sword...? There used to be lots of swordsmen in the past and if I remember correctly when the invasion first started, I remember when the Mechs used a sword against the military.’

His lips curved into a smile as he whispered, “Then a sword it is.” As soon as these words left his mouth, time seemed to have heard it as a command to start moving again.

He looked up to see Fantasmas blue body only visible to him moving towards the alien Mech. To his knowledge, she could not be picked up by any sensors if she chose not to reveal herself.

He knew this and used it to his advantage. The flames around him caught his attention which made him panic a little. His body jolted from the fright he had gotten from being surrounded by flames; he moved his head from side to side looking for a way out.

He then spotted the door and ran towards it at full speed, before the door’s sensors could even pick him up and open for him, he had smashed his way through it.

This did not hurt him one bit as every cell in his body was strengthened to an unimaginable degree. He then started looking around for something to make his weapon, meanwhile, this alerted the Mech’s pilot to his actions.

The pilot was none other than an ugly-looking Larcripter, it had been flying around patrolling the perimeter to make sure there were no intruders in their territory. To its surprise, it picked up a high Bio signature close by, through one of its sensors.

The Larcripters were now on high alert because one of their ships had been stolen and some unwelcomed guests had crashed their Bio harvest festival party.

A few seconds earlier…

To its surprise it had picked up on a humanoid shape through its sensors, it looked at the hologram screen and saw a giant hole it blew through the ceiling, in the center of that hole was a human just standing there.

It had never guessed to have found a human that could harness Bioplasma. Its thoughts started to run wild, ‘was the information we gathered about this planet not having any creatures that could utilize Bio plasma wrong …? Impossible! That information had been appraised by countless scans we ran on this planet and its inhabitants.

This filthy creature must have learned how to use Bio plasma after we conquered this planet. The question is how did it learn how to use Bio plasma?’

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After crunching its brain for a while, the answer had just clicked, for it had remembered the missing ship and had put two and two together, ‘It could not have been the Okagos as they were not present at that time… it must have been the humans.’

The Larcripter pilot had a twisted expression on its face, it almost, I mean almost looked like it was smiling by human standards that is.

This led it to contemplate, ‘So that’s how it is… if I capture this human, I would be able to hand him over to the queen and get a reward I so deserve.’

Just then, it saw the human that was standing still rush out of its site. It made a horrid crackling sound as it got ready to fire its weapon at Gray to disable him. It was not worried too much about killing him, as all it needed to do was bring him in alive.

The Mech started to move in the same direction as Gray, its buzzing thrusters smoothly followed through with its pilot's commands as if nothing was wrong.

Once it had gotten site of its target, it then got ready to fire its weapon at its vulnerable prey and pulled the trigger. Much to its surprise it did nothing and instead it got back a whole lot of error messages from its gun.

The Larcripters face contorted as its mouthparts started to flap around as it spat out slime in anger.

Then it let out a horrid cry, “Those retarded engineering sh*ts! Always flaunt their knowledge as if they know it all, but they can’t even service my equipment right! Just wait, once I capture this human and get my reward… I’m going to make them pay!”

The Larcripter finished its words with an ugly yet sinister expression, it quickly started to run a diagnostic on its weapon to try and find out what was wrong with it, so that it could fix it.

Meanwhile…

Fantasma had tampered with the gun's code rendering it unable to function properly, she was also working on cracking the flight system's extremely secure firewall without alerting the pilot of what she was doing.

As well as relaying her progress to Gray to keep him updated on the situation. Gray on the other hand was disassembling the parts of his bike as well as peace’s of metal that was in his proximity.

After searching for what to make he decided on making a mini chainsaw, he used the bike's simple Bio electric motor he had made as well as its chain. He knew that he had no other choice but to engage in close combat with this terrifying machine known as a Mech.

He was moving as fast as he could, trying to build and assemble his chainsaw. The only issue was that under this strenuous and pressure-filled environment, he could not think up how he was going to assemble and make his weapon.

Gray just finished taking apart all the parts he thought were useful, and the situation started to get to his head. The last thing he needed was to let his doubts get ahold of him. He then shouted subconsciously, ‘Come on! Think!!’

As if his mind had heard his shouts, something had started to change in his body. The Bio plasma stored in his body’s cells started moving and converging in his brain and eyes, Gray could feel it but strangely had no control over his Bioplasma.

This made him panic as he felt his brain cells morphing and changing, Bio plasma had also engulfed his eyes temporarily blinding him. This change in his body strangely brought him peace, he almost felt that he was no longer in that stressful and dangerous situation.

What happened next shocked him, he was no longer in that situation, but in a different place completely. He was simply floating around in a seamlessly empty and white space.

Gray got his thoughts together as he tried to make better of the situation, he was in. He then tried to speak but instead the of words only coming out of his mouth, they came from everywhere around him like amplified surround sound, “Am… I dead?”

“who’s there!?”

After a while Gray felt that he was not dead, but instead somewhere else. What he had discovered is that if the wanted to speak he could without moving his mouth, it was like hearing his thoughts from a third-person point of view.

This place felt somewhat familiar to him, he started to try and move around. To his surprise he could, it was like he was hovering but at the same time, it did not seem to be like he was moving at all.

This annoyed him quite a lot and put him in a situation he wanted to leave this place but he could not. Gray then tried using his Bio mater, ‘It's working!’ he shouted with a smile on his face.

But just like before it seemed like his Bio plasma was doing its own thing. The Bio plasma started materializing once it left the pores in his skin, and the blueish-gray gas started to form into hundreds of fine threads these threads started to stretch out into the void.

The rapid and fast pace at which this phenomenon took place left Gray astounded he did not even feel as if he was running out of Bio plasma, nor could he control this phenomenon.

After a while, Gray looked like he was caught in a 3-dimensional spider web. All he got from this was mixed feelings, suddenly he felt as if a thread out of the many had found something.

That particular thread then tightened and tensioned up; this thread was connected to his elbow. He then looked at it as if it had caught ahold of something, the other threads still seemed loose while he felt them still extending into nothingness.

He then pulled upon it, but nothing happened he then plucked it, and this time it responded and started vibrating soon all the other threads had vanished. The lone thread started to vibrate letting out a low-pitched sound.

After a short while the thread started pulling Gray, at first it was slow but as it continued, he sped up.

Soon an object came to view, it was still too far for Gray to make out what it was, he just kept staring at it as if it had brainwashed him. Once he got closer to it, it looked like a drafting table with all the necessary drafting materials.

He was now within arm’s reach of the strange but lonely drafting table, it had all the necessary tools and equipment to draft up blueprints, he then looked at the table and found some books as well as a half-finished blueprint.

Gray kept looking at it and found it to be familiar to him. It was his idea of the chainsaw he wanted to make.

He could not help but blurt out his astonishment, ‘Th… these… are the materials I had taken of the bike and the pieces of metal I had got to assemble the chainsaw?’

Gray had a shocked expression on his face, as his mouth hung open. At the same time, he realized that his voice no longer came from around him. It did not take him long to figure out what he needed to do.

He realized that he needed to finish the chainsaw blueprint if he ever wanted to leave this place. Gray’s expression became solemn as he spoke with determination, ‘I need to finish this so that I can help Fantasma fight that Mech.’