Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic Chapter 615 - 311: Su Yu Upgrades! The "Breakfast" of Galaxy

The next day, it woke up and felt refreshed and energized, in an unbelievably good state.

"It seems that this chanical Race Mark does have its benefits..."

The Galaxy Battle Armor sat up from the chanical bed, pulled off the maintenance cables attached to it, and stretched lazily.

It couldn’t help but think: Maybe this isn’t so bad?

It even had the impulse to lie back down and catch so more sleep.

Freed from ntal constraints, it was hit by an unprecedented wave of desires.

In the past, it never had such thoughts; sleep was rely standby to conserve energy.

There was no such thing as enjoynt.

This kind of extre comfort was a first.

However, the Galaxy Battle Armor quickly snapped back to alertness, imdiately admonishing itself:

"ER179, you can’t do this!"

"You’re an elite of the Empire’s Betrayal Legion ER Squad! A Nine-star Peak, just one step away from becoming a leader-class battle armor! How can you be so lax?"

"Have you forgotten the Empire’s glory and the undercover mission?"

The Galaxy Battle Armor prayed to the Empire hundreds of tis in its heart to dispel those indulgent thoughts.

Then it resolutely sat up from the bed, ready to start its undercover life for the day.

It pushed open the door and walked out.

Outside the door was a living room, adjoining a kitchen. The layout was much like a human’s room, only much larger in scale.

And G7, along with its "girlfriend," was busy in the kitchen, seemingly making breakfast?

The "head chef" was presumably Phantom, while G7 assisted.

Through the window, the Galaxy Battle Armor saw sparks flying in the kitchen, with a lot of commotion like a battle, not knowing what they were up to.

"Spooky, two chas having breakfast?"

The Galaxy Battle Armor couldn’t help but grumble to itself.

At this ti, G7 noticed the appearance of the Galaxy Battle Armor and poked its head out from the kitchen: "Brother, you’re awake?"

"You look good! It seems like you’ve fully adapted to the chanical Race Mark, and now you’re truly one of us! We’re all family from now on!"

"Co, take a seat, breakfast will be ready soon! Try Phantom’s cooking later!"

"Not to brag, but my girlfriend’s cooking is among the best in the city!"

G7 enthusiastically said.

The Galaxy Battle Armor nodded numbly, expressed its gratitude, and then found a chair to sit down.

It sat quietly for half an hour until G7 and its girlfriend Phantom ca out of the kitchen carrying big tal dishes and bowls.

They placed what they carried on the table and then sat across from the Galaxy Battle Armor.

The Galaxy Battle Armor looked at the items on the table, feeling that the "aroma was overwhelming."

Of course, it wasn’t the aroma of at but the scent of oil...

"Co on, give it a try!"

"This is specially blended oil soup, wonder if it suits your taste?"

"And this stir-fried BV alloy, crispy and spicy, is Phantom’s specialty."

"And this is..."

"This is the staple food, refined iron ingot..."

G7 enthusiastically introduced the "dishes" on the table to the Galaxy Battle Armor.

Phantom just sat there smiling silently, with a look of pride on her face, confident in her cooking skills.

Honestly, these dishes seed bizarre to humans.

Even to a Galaxy Battle Armor, it was a bit advanced.

What on earth are these things?

Not to ntion, it wondered if it really had the function of eating? Wouldn’t these things cause damage to its body if eaten?

Moreover, there were even chopsticks on the table, quite particular...

"Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your taste?"

G7, seeing the Galaxy Battle Armor just sitting blankly, showed a slightly displeased look.

The Galaxy Battle Armor, seeing this, knew it had no choice but to eat.

It still had to be undercover.

This G7 was at least amicable and even a bit naive, not of low status. If it fell out with G7, where would it find another gullible cha to gather information?

Moreover, the Galaxy Battle Armor had secretly scanned these "foods," confirming they were just so oil and alloys, without any hidden traps.

Eating them shouldn’t cause any problems, just felt a bit odd.

"Sorry, I just never had anything like this before..."

The Galaxy Battle Armor said, then picked up the big bowl of "oil soup," brought it to its mouth, and reluctantly took a sip.

Originally, its body had no mouth or esophagus.

But when it received the chanical Race Mark earlier, its body naturally changed, allowing it to drink the oil soup.

With that first sip... the expression of the Galaxy Battle Armor changed imdiately.

"This..."

Just like experiencing the pleasure of sleep for the first ti earlier, now, the Galaxy Battle Armor was experiencing "deliciousness" for the first ti.

This oil soup was incredibly refreshing.

With just one sip, the Galaxy Battle Armor felt its body was lubricated, imnsely comfortable.

A warm feeling spread in its belly, unprecedentedly soothing; this was its first ti consuming sothing in millennia.

At the sa ti, a sense of hunger and thirst arose, instinctively craving more.

So the Galaxy Battle Armor took another sip, then couldn’t help but take another...

In no ti, it drank more than half of the large bowl of oil soup.

Seeing the Galaxy Battle Armor eating so "deliciously," G7 and Phantom couldn’t help but laugh.

After a while, G7 saw that the Galaxy Battle Armor nearly finished the soup and hurriedly stopped it: "Don’t just drink the soup, eat the dishes, and the rice..."

Upon hearing this, the Galaxy Battle Armor rembered there were other dishes to eat and quickly picked up the chopsticks, taking a piece of stir-fried alloy to its mouth.

Crunch!

Crispy! Fragrant!

The eyes of the Galaxy Battle Armor squinted with satisfaction.

It also tasted the staple "refined iron ingot."

Crunch!

Soft, with a great texture.

There were also desserts made of gold, soft and sweet.

And so on...

The Galaxy Battle Armor couldn’t stop eating once it started.

How could it have experienced such enjoynt before?

In a mont’s indulgence, it temporarily forgot about the Empire and its undercover mission.

You couldn’t bla it; this was its first al in millennia.

Watching the Galaxy Battle Armor eating with relish, G7 and Phantom’s smiles grew even wider.

They exchanged glances, transmitting invisible information.

"This guy seems to have had too many hard days, never tasted anything good before. Today, we must let it enjoy!"

G7 said.

"Haha, isn’t that true, I wonder if this food is enough, if not, I’ll make so more." Phantom said.

"It’s enough; its body is small, not like our large body that eats a lot." G7 continued.

"Let’s eat too; after all, we have to take this brother to et the king..."

After their little exchange, the "little couple" also began to feast.

Their eating was much louder than the Galaxy Battle Armor.

After all, their bodies were too large, and their appetite was huge, with the tallic crunching sound being very grating; it could drive a normal person here crazy.

But being powerful chanical Life forms, such noise was nothing to them.

This breakfast lasted a full hour before it was finished.

Toward the end, G7 and Phantom were already full, while it was still the Galaxy Battle Armor eating.

Its capacity seed endless.

Remarkably, as it ate, its body continued to grow larger!

In just the ti of a al, it had grown over thirty centiters taller, still small relative to G7, but this rate of growth was also astounding.

This sight left G7 and Phantom clicking their tongues in amazent: "This Tie Long brother indeed has an extraordinary background, growing so quickly..."

Finally, the Galaxy Battle Armor finished all the food, put down the chopsticks, satisfied!

At this point, its "belly" was bulging, indicating a large amount of food yet undigested.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

An odd rumbling ca from the Galaxy Battle Armor’s belly.

It clutched its stomach, a previously unknown sense of embarrassnt washing over it.

"Brother, the restroom is over there!"

G7 kindly reminded.

The Galaxy Battle Armor expressed thanks and hurriedly got up, running towards the restroom.

At the sa ti, it couldn’t help but grumble again in its heart:

"Spooky, I, a chanical battle armor, actually have to use the toilet?"