What else could it be?
A jackpot, apparently!
Ding.
Ding!
Ding!
DING!
Ah, yes, the unmistakable sound of heaven's gates opening for one golden-eyed money grubber whose entire spine straightened like a man blessed by fortune itself.
If only everyone else felt the same way.
Because while Luca's heart sang hymns of profit and discovery, the rest of the soldiers were seeing something completely different.
Far away from the delighted cadet whose mecha had sprinted forward to investigate the "gift," the mortified soldiers stationed at the cliffside outpost clutched each other like widows watching fate unfold in slow motion.
From their perspective, the scene was less "scientific breakthrough" and more "instant obituary."
The young ones on the field seemed to treat every monstrous strike and explosion as an opportunity—a faster way to collect more loot. Every twist, every reckless dodge, every acrobatic mecha movement was done with CP—ehem, with protection in mind.
