Vampire System- The Last Mystic Swordsman

The sound of moving gears and whirring machinery reverberated in the background as Rex and Princess Elanor entered the Berserk Mechanic Workshop.

Unlike 2 weeks ago, not only did the massive warehouse experience a huge overhaul in terms of now being filled with machines of different types, it was also no longer as silent as mystic technicians filled it.

With a budget of over 18 million credits, Aragorn was extremely grateful to his 2 companions as he had the free will to put a lot of things in place.

Aragorn was someone who once worked under a master mechanic in the form of his master, and another master mechanic in the form of Queen Galadriel of the Elven Kingdom of the Mystic World.

Having worked under these 2, he was already exposed to a lot of techniques and setups and his knowledge about mechanics were the cream of the crop.

Even with all that money, getting the best machines was impossible. Aragorn didn't need the best machines though, he needed what he could use.

There was no use getting the best machines when he could not use them to their fullest potentials yet, that was just a waste of money and resources.

With his budget, Aragorn was able to get the best machines that were just right for the job. He also got mystic technicians to serve as his assistants.

Mystic mechanics may be extremely rare commodity, but the same could not be said for mystic technicians especially in a place like the Gundam Shelter.

Before, he was a lone wolf but with such a huge workshop now, he needed assistants. His assistants were the last piece that solved the puzzle.

"With that smile on your face, I bet you're living the dream already". Rex smiled as they finally met Aragorn at the heart of the workshop.

Aragorn was dressed in yellow mechanic attire with a black glove on, he turned to look at them with a grin. "Yes, you can say that, I'm living the dream".

"So, is everything set?" Princess Elanor asked as she looked around. "Can you return your focus back to your training now, you're lagging behind you know right?"

"Yeah, I know". Aragorn smirked. "But not for long".

"My mystic energy limit is already at the peak of the intermediate realm, my Blood Gunner basics are solid also, so over the months I think the catalyst that I need for a level up is through my mechanic mystic ability".

"Just let me follow my passion and create machines, I guarantee that I'll be an Advanced mystic warrior in a month if I'm fast enough".

"Good!" Princess Elanor nodded, satisfied.

For some reason, after the encounters that led to her running away from home, this Elven Princess matured and developed a strange obsession for training.

Just like Rex, she now wanted to get power by all means and fast. She wanted to return home fast and liberate her race from the curse that plagued them.

Aragorn reassured her further. "As a start, I want the both of you to make a list of all the mystic treasures that you are lacking and that you need".

"I'll try my best to provide them in a month".

Princess Elanor was quick to raise her hands. "I have everything that I need".

Rex was the one who contemplated before replying. "I need a stronger pair of mystic boots, and a mystic armor".

"Well, if you have any ideas, you can also decide to make any mystic treasure that you feel that I can use. I don't hate having too much mystic treasures". Rex smiled.

"Ok, consider it done". Aragorn gave a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Princess Elanor blushed before speaking. "Err…, if there's a mystic treasure to cover my ears, I'll be glad if you can make that for me".

"Oh, I'll try my best to design and make one". Aragorn smiled at her.

After he finished setting up his workshop, Aragorn's energy and happiness levels always seemed to be at a high now. This achievement of his seemed to have washed away some of the traumas that he lived with.

Seeing Aragorn like this, Rex felt happiness in his heart.

If these were the benefits of being strong enough to do things, then he was determined to get stronger just to see smiles like this in the face of those he loved.

"I'll be the strongest!" He vowed as he secretly clenched his fists.

After giving his 2 companions his reassurance, Aragorn was about to dive back into his craftsmanship work but Rex was quick to interrupt him.

"Bro, not so fast. Before you go, we want you to spectate us".

"Huh?" Aragorn was confused. "Spectate?"

"Yes". Princess Elanor finally spoke again. "After our grade level up, we both have not fought a real battle yet and after discussing, we decided to have a sparring contest between the both of us to gauge our current strength".

"We want you as the only spectator and officiator".

"…" Aragorn scratched his head. "Uhh…, ok".

Rex and Princess Elanor did not arrive at this decision in a whim. Here in the chaotic Gundam Shelter, it was either you fight or you are fought and killed.

For gangs here, their ways of making money and staying relevant was definitely not through peace, violence was the only truth known here.

To get money, gangs either robbed, fought against weaker gangs to annex them, or engage in mercenary and assassination businesses.

In the Gundam Shelter, there was no law, there was no human rights.

Rex came here having knowledge of all this. He knew that here; he could no longer be a saint. To get stronger, he needed to do things, nefarious things.

If the Berserk Gang didn't start soon enough, things would continue going down for them and one day, the gang members would abandon and betray him.

Before starting though, Rex wanted to know where he stood in the grand scheme of things and was why he agreed to this spar with the Elven Princess.

Aragorn was completely fascinated by this decision that was made by his 2 companions, he agreed to follow them as he brought his Monster Truck out.

The 3 warriors drove out of the shelter on the Monster Truck.

Their destination was the dreaded Great Ape Forest.