2 Chapter 2: The Drug Called Excitement.
It had been a week and a half since the boy left his home in search of 'something'.
His rations had almost depleted, his ship worn down like the prime of a battle ship, yet he remained composed.
During the past weeks sailing the skies, all the distorted memories had already assimilated in his head.
He remembered a salaryman from Japan, reincarnated into this world. From his perspective, this was an otome game heavily demeaning to men.
The complete life of that salaryman, and the life after he transmigrated into this boy, had been stored in his head.
However, Earth in the salaryman's memory and the boy's Earth were entirely different.
To the salaryman, this planet was an otome game; to the boy, it was a light novel. In that light novel, the salaryman was the protagonist, but now the boy stole his position.
He had a few advantages over the salaryman, but he only read the novel till the climax of Alzer Republic arc.
Everything after that point would be new to him, but he was confident, perhaps overly so, in navigating it safely even after that poimt.
Although he possessed the memories of someone else, they were irrelevant to the boy. It was just like watching a long drama.
His thought process, intelligence, and other factors remained at the same level as his previous life.
"Hmm... There it is."
The boy gazed at the dense spherical cloud in front of his eye.
His gaze was ensnared by the mesmerizing spectacle: a swirling sphere of mist, twirling and twirling with a delicate grace.
Unaturally, the shadow it casted on the sea was emerald in the stead of darkness.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha."
The boy's laughter echoed through the room, each chuckle stretching a little longer than the last, as if savoring a private joke only he understood.
His laughter bordered on psychotic, his demeanor betraying his excitement.
But can you blame him? The power to completely overthrow and toyed with the entire continent was in his grasp.
The boy conceptually despised being ordered or being beneath someone.
[This Feels... so... so... exhilirating...]
Without hesitation, he raise his speed and sailed towards the masses of clouds, which appear to have been modeled after Laputa.
As soon as he entered the storm, the ship began cracking and making unnatural sound, a noise no normal ship should make... But the boy's jubilation only grew.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha."
His laughter echoed amidst the chaos. After tens of minutes, the ship finally gave way to the storm.
The storm threw the ship around for minutes.
"I am going to die here, huh?"
In the throes of a grim tempest, his fate almost seemed predetermined, destined to succumb to the tumultuous storm's merciless grip.
Yet, even in the chaos, the boy was composed, rather a weird sense of exhilaration surge within him.
For nearly an hour, he had been suspended, like a mere puppet to the whims of the storm.
Tossed and thrashed in the void that encircled the storm's eye.
Then, suddenly... as if drawn by some unseen force, like the storm gave way some grace, he was enveloped by the storm's heart, his ship thrashed towards the earth below with a resounding thud.
The boy lie down on his back, facing the ceiling of the ship. He laughed again like a madman.
"Ha ha ha... Finally."
Satisfied, he finally stood and went outside.
He glanced around, then suddenly noticed a scent in the air, coming from behind. He took a whiff and muse, "Hmm... smells like a burned wire..... Shit, I forgot."
Suddenly He rotate himself and saw the smoke rising from his ship.
He rushed back into the ship immidiately, gathering the necessary supplies for the day and his gun before leaping out again.
As soon as he settled, he picked up a faint rustling of leaves not far away. Immediately, he decided to run in the opposite direction of the ship.
He glanced back slightly. "Hmm... According to the story... I think there was only one robot that roamed around."
[Regardless, I sure hope it will attract most of the robots.]
"I wonder if it was a plot hole or what. Didn't the highly intelligent AI detect an intruder?"
[Hmm... not likely now at least.]
As he mumbled to himself, he found a spot slightly away from the ship and deemed it safe. He decided to rest there and eat first.
After finishing his meal, the only ration he had taken from the ship, he felt even lighter. He chuckled to himself, "Ha ha ha ha... This is funny."
[If the guy had read the description properly, he could have avoided fighting Luxion altogether...]
"Heh..." He shook his head, and following the path in his memory, heads toward the facility.
"tch!..." He scratch his arms and neck. Avoiding surveillance robots was simple task for him, but the mosquitoes were real threat for his sanity, if he has one.
With gloves on his right hand, he only have the left to scratch himself.
"Fuck! I will sure burn this area up." He quitely curse.
As he continued to complain along the way, he reached the entry of the facility and hurried inside.
Just like in his memory, lots of skeletons littered the around the hall, remnants of the old civilization.
But occasionally, there were corpses that seemed to be those of adventurers.
"Why didn't the AI clean them... and why the hell am I shaking?"
A chill gripped him sporadically from time to time, and he shivered along the way...
[It must be bacause I'm cold.] He try to rationalize himself, but...
Clack—
"Guawk!" He leaped toward heaven, only to realize it was just a rat stumbling on a skeleton.
[Why am I scared?! Shit... I hate this body.]
Wobbly and shaking, he tried to focus only on the road, avoiding to look anything else which includes the skeletons and spider webs.
He easily destroyed the occasional robots with precise aim.
[these guys put me as ease.] He though as he shot at the last remaining robot.
They were very reassuring distractions, but now he has finally reached the heart of the facility.
As he entered, two corpses seemed to stare right at his soul. He closed his eyes immidiately, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"Huuuh... haaah.... huuh.... haah."
He steadied his trembling body, and slowly approach the corpses.... He hesitantly retrieved a card key from one of them before strengthening his body with mana to flee immidiately.
Not long after, he found the door to the final destination, guarded by a half destroyed robot.
He walk towards its blind side noting that the robot couldn't adjust its gattling gun.
It took precisely 8 bullets to destroy it, and for safety measures, he shot at it two more times.
"These bullets are really impressive."
With casual confidence, he toyed with the bullets with his gloved hand and approached the door, pushing the card key to open it.
"Open up sesame," he spoke in English, loud enough for anyone on the other side to hear.
Silence followed for about ten seconds before the golem inside spoke.
"How di—"
The boy cut it off. "Have you heard of transmigration?" Now, in japanese.
A robotic voice from the motherboard replied after a moment. "You are?"
"I am a transmigrated person. I know of the old war and am a descendant of the old humans. You can prove it, right?"
Grinning he stood and open his arms wide in a dramatic manner, "Come on."
"...." There was silence again for about a minute. But the boy didn't appear to hate it.
Then a grey spherical ball float out from somewhere and approach the boy.
It emitted a red laser that enveloped all over his body. The sensation was warm, slightly tingling even. He grinned throughout the process because he was in a good mood.
"Confirmed, you are a descendant of the old human," the ball announced.
"I want you. Is that okay?"
"Yes, I can hand over command."
Nonchalantly, the boy stride towards the motherboard, like he already know what to do.
In less than two minutes, it was done, the spherical ball assessing its new master silently.
"The complete command of the ship is now under Leon Fou Bartfort."
He grinned mischievously and turned toward the metallic ball, which had been quiet for the past minutes.
"Shall I give you a name?"
"Of course, master."
"Hmm..." He contemplated for a moment before giving a distorted smile. "Your name from today is System."
.....
"What an original naming sense, master."
Upon hearing the sarcasm, the boy cluth his eyes with his left hand and laughed.
"Ha ha ha... as expected... ha ha ha ha... I'm joking. I'm joking of course. Your name from today is Luxion."
"Understood, master." The lense gleamed slightly.
After a moment, the boy who had been smiling moments ago completely disappeared. His face now was blank, betraying no emotion. Then he spoke in a very monotonic voice.
"We have two and a half months until I return. During that time, let's clean up the surroundings."
Although his poker face was praise worthy. Luxion noted his stiff shoulders, he spoke, and Luxion's lens focused on his master's behavior, noting his sweat, tense body, and the blank face.
"Understood, master. I will lead you to your room."
"Heh?... I'm surprised."
"I have been maintaining the facility for a very long time, master. There will be no problem."
For several days, the facility underwent heavy cleaning, with the master camping outside.
He refused to used the rooms insode the facility because quote, "I have to get outsode anyway."
He refused to enter until everything was completely cleaned.
Then, for one and a half months, he trained himself, occasionally fixing the landscape with the mecha resting inside the facility.
