The Undying Mecha Emperor

We reached the Pacific Ocean within minutes.

I lowered our speed to a mere few hundred kilometers per hour and sliced into the ocean with a big splash that disturbed its calm surface for a few seconds before all traces of our entry disappeared completely.

My hare-brained scheme to escape from Secretary Wang actually turned out into a real and exciting mission to collect monster cores!

It was pretty cool, actually, even by any wildly imaginative measure a ten year old could come up with.

"So, what monsters are we hunting?" I asked them both excitedly as soon as we dived. "Please don't tell me we are hunting monsters on the level of the Wyrm King though, I am fatigued, and won't be able to fight at full strength for at least a couple of hours!"

"Don't worry. The monsters we are hunting for aren't carnivores. Catching them will be as easy as turning your palm around. The only problem is..." The Ancestor hesitated slightly at this point.

"I don't like the sound of this." Bruce Pang said with a sigh. He knew the Ancestor well enough to take him very seriously when he used words like "problem".

"It's guarded by some horrible, sentient deep sea megalodon or something?" I sighed and hazarded a guess.

"Of course not!" The Ancestor said sharply. "Who do you think I am? I would never consider a weakling such as a punkass Megalodon as a "problem", sentient or not."

"Ah damn it all. So what is the problem then?" I said as I continued to dive deeper into the Pacific Ocean. I wanted to walk on the ocean floor.

"A herd of Horse Gavarels." The Ancestor said with a calm voice.

I had no idea what Horse Gavarels were, but apparently Bruce Pang did, and he did not like what he was hearing at all.

Not in the slightest!

"Horse Gavarels, I'll be damned. Turn back! Bring me back home! I'd rather deal with the Wang Demoness than with another damn f*cking herd of damn f*cking Horse Gavarels!!" Bruce Pang moaned in mental agony.

Of course I was instantly alarmed by his words. For a mere fight with monsters to be worse than facing the Wang Demoness could only mean one thing.

Exhausting!

I forced myself to reluctantly ask the next and most obvious question.

"What are Horse Gavarels?" I asked with half excitement and half dread.

"The closest thing I could think of to describe them would be Double Sided Underwater Centaurs." The Ancestor said gravely.

I managed to blink twice before the wave of laughter that bubbled within my heart made its way out of my mouth.

"Wahahaahahaha! What the hell? Double sided centaurs? That's so funny!" I laughed out loudly and uproariously for a few seconds before realizing that the two old men weren't laughing along with me.

Heck, they weren't even chuckling.

Or smiling.

The Ancestor glanced at his personal communication device and then pointed to my right.

"Go that way for fifty kilometers. You will find a huge cave. Kill whatever is in it, and rest there until you regain your full strength. You will need every iota when you fight with the Gavarels." He said quietly.

All of the mirth I felt at that moment at the ridiculous mental picture of a double sided centaur evaporated instantly at his words.

I did as he was told, and within minutes, I was meditating atop the dead carcass of a massive mutated octopus.

I spent the next hour internalizing what I had learnt from the lesson earlier that day, the previous experiments and the battles with the Wyrms.

Once in a while, my muscles twitched as I relived the critical moments and analyzed my actions, the enemy's actions and drew out all the lessons and notes I needed to remember.

It was a very beneficial hour for me.

After one hour, I could feel the final vestiges of red energy fatigue leave my body.

I took a deep breath and reformed the underwater mecha into my standard two armed black-red mecha. I figured if I needed the extra arms, I could just manifest them as and when I needed them.

Why walk around as an ugly six armed freak when I could travel cool?

I ingeniously integrated the principles of underwater mecha movement and fighting efficiency into my mecha, and I ended up with my usual awesome look but with no less underwater fighting strength as all underwater mechas.

And with the change in mecha form, both Bruce Pang and the Ancestor rejoined me in my cockpit.

WHAM!!!

Bruce Pang gave me a resounding smack on my head!!

"OUCH!!" Bruce Pang shouted in pain. "Damn you and your thick head!"

I merely chuckled at him.

"Are you fully recovered?" The Ancestor rolled his eyes at Bruce Pang and asked me seriously.

"Almost." I nodded at him. "I should be fully recovered in thirty minutes tops. I figured we probably would take more than that to get into an all out fight with these horseys, right?"

"You are right. Before we go, let me explain to you what you should do when you meet the Horse Gavarels. Turn us into a fully armored spiked sphere and shoot at all of them to get them to charge at us and attack us. We need to weather their heaviest attacks for fifteen minutes while you send out ten of your drones to collect the beasts we came here for. Make sure your drones have at least one cubic meter in storage." The Ancestor began.

"Wait a minute. You want us to just sit there and let the damned Gavarels attack us? Are you nuts?" Bruce Pang shouted at the Ancestor rather rudely.

"Why? What's wrong with the Gavarels? Are they really that powerful?" I immediately asked.

"They are powerful, but from what I see you are capable of, I am sure you would have no trouble defending against them." The Ancestor said calmly.

"I beg to differ. We lost THREE white mechas the last time we came here." Bruce Pang disagreed hotly.