Number One Dungeon Supplier

"Super Robots?" Nie knew it was not the best time to ask but Jin quietly plug out his wire and reconnected it with his apprentice as Old Fammet took the time to sit down and regain his composure. This time, the stunned face of Nie slowly turned into tears too. He had regrets as the past few days were not just gruelling hard work but were a method of redemption for him.

He never thought that he could smith his master again creating such an amazing product that could possibly bedazzle the entire Empire. At first, Nie believed that his master had gone senile and knew his thoughts of suicide were going stronger day by day until he noticed how a commander of unknown origins had contact with the Archduke.

"Finally a possibly capable commander who might be worthy of Master's skills." Nie thought to himself as he received rumours and information from his friends.

With luck, this particular commander was heard attempting to go to the shopping street to get his War Maidens remade. He took this opportunity to nudge his master to the shopping street while preparing his guys to break up the fight when needed.

He thought that this commander could win his master's test of mettle, allowing Old Fammet to have some hope. But Nie knew that this plan had too many loopholes and was too far fetched.

At the very least, if the commander failed, he could use this chance to arrest Old Fammet and put him behind bars for a while where he would be well fed and get rid of his alcohol addiction so that he does not move deeper into the abyss of thinking for a suicide. (It may sound ironic but Old Fammet had been behind bars for so many times, it was like a second home to him.)

However, to see things unfold the way he wished them to be was a miracle in disguise. It was then he know that Old Fammet would want to create the very last War Maiden with his bare hands no matter the cost.

And since Nie had already made this happen from the start, it was his duty to see this to completion. That was at the cost of risking his life as well especially when he know that the private corpos were keeping tabs on Old Fammet through their informers in the police force.

He knows that it was unfair to Jin who did not know the full picture and yet again, this commander not only reached the workshop unhindered, he had managed to get the private corpos to pull back from the scene to give Old Fammet the time needed to create his final masterpiece. (Technically, there was nothing to pull back since Jin and the others had already killed all of them. Hehe)

And for Old Fammet to work on an old design, the Master Mecha Smith thought Nie had a hand in it until upon closer look, he knew that his apprentice could never propose such complicated designs. (Ouch, burn! was what this Nie had in his mind.)

But now Old Fammet had finished his masterpiece, he felt more than content to mend his regrets Nie had in the past. For not supporting his master even when it was Old Fammet who told him and the others to move on with their lives. Even though he did not practice smithing, he secretly do it as a hobby to keep his basic skills from rusting and the long lost dream of working as the first assistant for his master had caused him to finally put the past behind him.

However, now that he saw Old Fammet crying and not wanting to give up on his life, he was bewildered by what Jin had shown him until he himself was able to take a look. Those regrets that he thought he had resolved suddenly welled up inside him, stirring his heartstrings and understood what Jin could offer.

"You are not joking with me, are you?" Nie questioned Jin with a serious stare. If everything Jin had shown was fake, he had no hesitation to point the gun at his benefactor and pull the trigger on him. (Even though he know he had no way to win against a person who defeated three tanks by himself.)

"Have I ever joked about things that are serious?" Jin asked.

"There is no way things can be so convenient. There must be a catch to everything!" Nie exclaimed.

"That is right, there is a catch. You will have to work for me until I die. You are not permitted to die until I die so you are going to continue to live the life as a Mecha Smith and perhaps a Super Mecha Smith until I passed on." Jin said as he looked at Nie and occasionally Old Fammet.

"Do you two have the resolve to do that?! Or are you both going to live your miserable lives just like this, wasting them on past glories?" Jin's voice started to get louder as he had seen glimpses of what they had gone through and what they were. Fantastic talents are drowned because of the name of defying the Private Corpos.

"Or would you rather be miserable rushing deadlines to make Super Robots that would surpass each Masterpiece every single time you make them?" Jin shouted before he took a deep breath in and slowly walked away.

"When both of you made your minds, you come to me with the folder signed and stamped with your thumbprint stained with your own blood. " He said as he 'magically' placed two folders on the table and beckoned Lynn to come with him so he could introduce her to his squad.

"Then how are we going to make these robots in this world?" Nie asked as Jin looked back and smirked.

"Plain and simple. By officially being in my team support and getting out of here this wretched world with the most points."