Soren went about the day like he had hundreds of times.

At this point, he already knew every word of every sentence anybody was going to utter.

And he responded like he would have for the first time.

After all, his experiences belonged to no one but him.

Also, his growth only acted as an extra card up his sleeve.

His past battles had made him understand the necessity for continuous growth.

...Just like the previous time, he met Sausage Neck.

However, Vinegar, Handler, and Ratler watched from their positions as he punched the grown man until he begged for his life.

Soren had not been joking. Keeping to his words to make the man swallow his teeth.

The punches and claps, each one multiplied by Bulb, rained down on the muscular figure like a piano musician presenting a difficult piece to an expectant crowd.

Unlike the previous loops, Soren really took his time to administer a good beating.

However, even after giving Sausage Neck a bloody face and a bruised body riddled with patches of purple spots and possibly broken bones, Soren did not feel as good as he thought he would.

Most likely because he had already done this so many times that it now bored him.

Soren looked at the pleading face of the man and left him.

Dud.

Sausage Neck fell to the ground.

"Tsk... now I feel like the bully." Soren massaged his head a bit.

"Maybe I should just get the ore stones."

Then again, in this loop, he had not touched any ore stone and therefore had no antibody on his tail.

Since he planned to move on to the next day, it seemed like a good plan.

Whoosh...

A figure suddenly passed him.

It was Cynthia. Even with her size and weight that was twice that of Sausage Neck, her speed was nothing to frown at.

While she was not as fast as Sausage, Soren was still impressed.

But the most fascinating thing about her was not even that.

It was the way she mercilessly butchered the antibodies in her path.

In her hand was a weapon. An ax.

In Soren's opinion, she probably did not need it.

What she had was raw, unbridled power. Those that she did not smash to nothing with her axe were bulldozed out of the way.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The antibodies would reform behind, only to continue their chase.

In no time, she was already in the middle section of the whale Eldritch.

Just as Handler had informed him before, the closer one got to the heads of the whale, the more antibodies came out.

Also, the bigger and stronger they were.

And these ones did not care whether a Soulbound warrior touched an ore stone or not.

They simply acted as natural defenders.

Soren quickly noticed something. Cynthia did not seem to care about touching any ore stone.

She headed for the head—the closest point to the battle with the Soul mecha—Lance.

Even though she fought, it was simply because they were swarming her and nothing more.

"What is she waiting for?" Soren asked out loud.

"That!" Vinegar pointed to the second Soul Mecha pilot entering into the Glass.

Soren's gaze was pulled to it.

Behold another perfect work of modern machinery and genius.

Of course, this was the Soul Mecha piloted by the blind Soul Mecha Pilot.

It was tall, lean, and not as thick as Lance. In fact, its waist was so thin it might have been a single pillar holding the upper and lower half together.

Its frame was built with one thing in mind—speed, every plate angled and tapered, overlapping like layered blades rather than armor.

Where Lance was a knight forged for the charge, this one was a predator forged for fast infiltration.

Its head was not shaped to see—having a smooth, hooded helm enclosing it entirely.

And where eyes should have been was just a black alloy, going around the head like an actual blindfold.

Like the Lance, it also had a primary weapon.

From its arms extended retractable claws.

They were not crude talons but elongated, segmented blades that unfolded with a soft metallic whisper, each finger splitting into hooked edges that shimmered.

This mecha was called Lady Quiet—named after her Shade.

The paint job on this beautiful marvel was no less striking than Lance, red and black.

It did not announce itself.

Instead, the pressure came after.

A delayed ripple tore outward, snapping debris sideways, dragging dust and shattered stone into thin lines that pointed away from it—proof that something had moved too fast for the world to register.

Lance was not far away.

Together, the two Soul Mechas formed a contradiction aimed at precision.

One was weight and wrath.

The other was silence and speed.

In response, the whale-like Eldritch beneath Soren shifted—its immense bulk rolling as unseen currents disturbed the space around it.

Its many eyes fixed on the two figures (mechas) standing against it.

The blind-headed Mecha (Lady Quiet) tilted its hooded face—not toward the Eldritch's body…

…but toward the space ahead of where it would be.

As if it already knew.

Its claws lowered.

The impact was immediate.

This was the Red Silence in full.

It was a beautiful sight to see. Especially since this was the first time that Soren was going this far in the loop.

Of course he appreciated the sight.

As a big Soul Mecha fan, it was good.

However, Soren frowned. That same thought he had during the first loop came to his head.

If the goal is to simply harvest resources, why send the Red Silence?

Soren's reason for this was that neither the Lance nor Lady Quiet, was made for this kind of job.

They were not Armored Class Soul Mechas but Lancer Class.

Armoured Class Soul Mechas were a class of mechas that specialized in defense.

While Lancers were specialized in charging through enemy lines.

If the goal was to simply hold the Whale Eldritchs back while the prisoners harvested from them, then Armored Class Soul Mechas with shields as primary weapons would be best.

While Soren's thought went to this, the Whale shook again.

More violently than ever, as Lady Quiet wounded it.

Soren felt the vibration move through his body.

Enough that he felt like his veins had been thrown into a tube with centrifugal force.

If he felt it bad where he was at the tail region, then what of Cynthia, standing at the head—heart of the battle?

"Cynthia!" Siren called to her in worry. However, she only looked his way once and then looked away.

Regardless of her opponents or the battle of giant Eldritch, she did not seem phased.

"What... what is she doing?"

"She is waiting for that... the big one." Vinegar replied as she arrived at his side.

Soren looked up and noticed that from the largest fracture in the sky, an Eldritch whale that easily made all the other whales look like dwarfs appeared.

"We call her Big Mama."

Vinegar explained that Big Mama only appeared when there were at least two Soul Mechas.

Apart from the fact that the ore stones on Big Mama were special, they each cost 100 thousand points.

Meaning that one ore stone from Big Mama could get a prisoner their freedom.

However, reaching her was a problem.

But even this was not actually Cynthia's goal. No.

"She has her eyes on the Crown Jewel" Vinegar pointed, "—right in the center of Big Mama's massive six heads."

"That ore stone is worth one million points in prison."

While that was news to Soren, he could help but pause and turned to Vinegar. "You knew she's a girl?"

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