"Purple blood?!" Bruce cried out in horror. "What in the world is happening??"

The Ancestor immediately knelt down next to me and bent down to sniff at the purple blood which I had just vomited out.

He frowned lightly and touched it with his finger.

"Impurities." He announced. "Very weird impurities, but impurities nonetheless. It's good that he's vomiting it out. In fact, it reminds me of.."

The Ancestor sniffed at the purple blood I vomited again and frowned lightly.

"What's with his body? How come it's producing such a creepy looking impurity?" Jeanette asked with a slight shiver.

While the trio were looking at me with worried and concerned looks, I was rejoicing through the extreme pain.

I could feel both my body and my red energy undergoing a major overhaul in strength.

Oh yes, I didn't know that the Gene Optimizing Serum was or how they made it. All I knew was that a few minutes after it entered my body, both my body and the red mecha core reacted.

My body was slowly burning up the impurities within it, and pushing the remnant out into the black blood which I was vomiting out.

However, the more exciting this was that my already significantly recovered red energy was also reacting to the Gene Optimizing Serum!

The red energy within me began to circulate around my body rapidly and excitedly. The faster it circulated, the more it began to vibrate. And as it vibrated, it began to produce a purple mist which my body then forced out in the bright purple blood.

"BLEARGHHHH!!"

"BLEARGHHHH!!"

"BLEARGHHHH!!"

"BLEARGHHHH!!"

"BLEARGHHHH!!"

After vomiting purple blood five more times, much to the alarm and shock and disgust of all three National Mecha Pilot Academy seniors, I finally stopped writhing on the ground and began to gasp lightly in fatigue.

"How do you feel, little bro?" Bruce asked anxiously.

"Uhhhh. Good. Kind of weak but really good." I replied as I laid there next to the stinking pile of black and purple blood.

"You really surprised us with that weird purple thing you vomited." He said.

"Worried." Jeanette coughed.

I smiled at them and sat up.

"I feel really good, don't worry." I said.

"Good. Now, please tell us what exactly you did to your body." The Ancestor said and looked at me seriously.

I looked back at him, and knew that there was no more delaying.

"Stand back guys." I told them.

Immediately, they moved back five steps.

"More. Stand at least twenty steps away from me." I said.

They obligingly did what I told them to do.

I took a deep breath, and then willed for the most perfect version of the white mecha I had absorbed from Amelia Dragonos to appear.

Instantly, the white mecha materialized around me and I shot all the way up to around a hundred meters tall. My body was hanging suspended within the center of the white mecha's chest, and I could see out of the white mecha's eyes and basically sense the world through the white mecha's five senses!

The design I chose to use was the standard black mecha with red trim.

The very one that caused all of the fiascos in the following weeks to come. It was an extremely cool design, one that rivaled even the Primordial Chaos Emperor in cool factor, even if it trailed it far behind in the power department.

"WHOA!!" Bruce shouted in shock!

I stretched out my right hand, and immediately a powerful rifle appeared. I gripped it lightly, and then swung it slowly and turned it into a sharp broadsword. Then with a sudden jab, I thrust the sword forward and changed it into a ridiculously long spear!

I drew the spear back and changed it into a shield and then with a flourish worthy of a showman, I dematerialized the mecha and landed nimbly on my feet before them.

It would have looked extremely cool and awe-inspiring if I didn't accidentally land on my pile of black blood vomit.

"YUCKKKK!" I shouted as I leapt away from the black blood.

But it was too late.

The black blood was all over my shoes and my pants.

"HAHAHA! Well done! Good show! Good show, little brother!" Bruce laughed uproariously and clapped as though he just saw the most interesting show in the world.

However, I did notice a gleam of excitement in his eyes. And in Jeanette's. And much more noticeably, in the Ancestor's.

"Come! Follow me!" The Ancestor commanded. The excitement in his voice was very obvious to my sharp ears.

We followed him rapidly into a room located in the far corner of the giant mecha throne room and entered what seemed to be a high-tech study.

"Sit." He commanded us as he made his way to a large console and began to type furiously on it. After a few seconds of intense typing and verification using his palm, voice, eyes and even a drop of blood, a screen finally appeared on the wall opposite us.

I looked at the screen expectantly.

"Tell me. Do you recognize him?" The Ancestor asked me as a photo of a middle aged man appeared on the screen.

He wore the Chinese Federation Army Uniform and looked extremely nerdy with his thick glasses. He was definitely not a fighter. Maybe an engineer or a researcher of some sort.

I shook my head.historical

"How about him?" The Ancestor asked as he showed me a picture of a European in the Empire's military uniform. Like the Chinese previously, the man was obviously the researcher type.

I was about to shake my head again when I caught sight of his name tag.

Dr. Andrew Kennedy.

"Dr. Andrew Kennedy!" I gasped.

The Ancestor's smiled widened triumphantly.

"Then I dare say, that this final item here is not an unfamiliar one for you?" He asked as another photo appeared on the screen.

I looked at the screen.

And as I had expected..

It was a picture of the red mecha core I had ingested.