Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife



The woman's predictions were quite accurate and not surprising because mecha fights had analysts and predictors who watched the games and liked to foreshadow. These game analysts were highly followed, sought after and well known in the mecha fighting community. This special skill of theirs could even break down the moves of a fighter giving their opponent enough time to learn their skills and find a way to maneuver every pitfall, leading to a victory. 

She had no intention of denying what Alice, the sweetest and thousands of fans already knew. So, she admitted to it, "Yes," Scarlet said, "It was never my intention to lag around in division one, I neither have the time nor the passion to dedicate myself to the fights frankly." 

"So," Alice bent her head slightly and poked her face directly in front of Scarlet's. "Is it true then that you are the governor of the female blue star? Everyone talks about it but there is no official confirmation like an interview or a star note."

"I am." She confirmed with a smirk, It was no secret after all.

"Well I will be damned!!! I am sitting with royalty over here," Alice shook her head in a round movement and she made a weird facial expression. "What's it like being royal? Do you all really sleep in gem studded beds and drink nutrient solutions synthesized from S class mutated beasts." 

Scarlet was surprised by the woman's enthusiasm on equating her identity with royalty. Now that she thought about it closely, she was royalty by virtue of being Esong's wife!!!!

"Hot damn, I am a royal!!" Scarlet laughed. 

"Yes you are." Alice concurred. 

"But I don't sleep in a gem studded bed and I eat food instead of nutrient solutions." Scarlet added. 

"Umph.!" Alice mumbled. "Look, that's your picture, you are up next, good luck hound." She literally pushed Scarlet up towards the ring and cheered her on from the side. 

While Scarlet went entered the ring amidst excited cheers of the overly enthusiastic audience, Alice jumped up and down from the her seat as if they were the closest of friends. Some of the division one fighters who were watching or waiting for their turns to fight were amused and puzzled. When did Alice the aloof and crude as they called her start making friends or supporting other fighters?

"Hey Alice," a male fighter that called himself, Doom shouted her name, calling for her. 

Alice turned her head around and raised two eyebrows, 'What?" she asked in a somewhat stern voice. 

"When did you become so friendly with the hound?" Doom asked her. "It's not as if she ever hangs out with any of us." 

"And why should she? " Alice challenged Doom's questions with one of her own. Seeing that he was tongue tied with no sensible reply to her query, Alice turned to the front, cheering and jumping as well. In her eyes, these other fighters were all fools, for one, the hound was a good fighter Two, she was excellent strategist in the ring, and three she was a governor, a royal, the owner of a planet which had food and money. In division two, you needed not just skills but sponsors to fight, the hound could be useful to her when the time came. If the others did not see her value, they were blind and she would not be sharing her thoughts with them. 

 The usual introductions were made and the hound finally met the Northern paladin, number ten on the virtual champions roll. He was dressed as his brothers, all decked in white with a white staff that had been altered. The head o the staff was wider, with a curved blade at the top. 

"You should have known when to stop, hound, give up right now and I will not harm you." he said her name with disdain, as if it was distasteful, and threatened her menacingly.

She chuckled lightly and titled her head, "Aww, are you afraid that I might give you a boo-boo northy?" she mocked in a childish voice. "Let's just fight, I have no more than thirty minutes."

She did not even hesitate to release one of her whips and aim it at him with so much energy, as much as she could muster with her D level mental strength. She aimed for his face because the entirety of his body had been covered up with vemirite armor. It was hard for simple weapons to penetrate vemirite. 

She did not wait to see what his next move would be as she used the momentum of the wind blast to jump high and twist her body around, throwing out her second whip, aiming for his throat. 

The Northern paladin cursed in his heart, for he was not expecting her to be so direct. While he avoided her whips, he sent out the curved blade from his staff, aiming for her eyes, if she could not see, she could not whip. 

Scarlet was not afraid, she kept moving forward, directly confronting the blade whipping it with her ropes from every angle that it attacked while defending herself against the power kicks the paladin sent out. His strongest skill was in his feet it seemed because the power kicks carried the most energy, The closer she came, the more her opponent backed away, extremely agitated because most fights involved distance and avoidance as if they were tap dancing around each other. 

She, on the other hand was like a maniac, she just kept coming forward like a mutated beast and trying to reach him. 

In the audience, a teenage boy said to his friend, "This would be cooler if we could bend like in avatar, imagine this fight if they were benders." 

"She would be earth bending the hell out of him right now." his friend replied. 

"Finish him!!!" a third member of their party of three shouted. This fight, the hound had taken time to showcase her skills, not rushing like the last one. 

But Scarlet would not hear the trio as her attention was on the paladin whose blade had just grazed her cheek. Scarlet stood still in the middle of the ring, touching her cheek, so close to her mouth, on the area where the blade would have opened her up if she had not been swift. 

"The hound had been injured, I repeat, the hound has been touched by the paladin's blade." the game announcer enthusiastically announced and the audience went wild. Was this it? Was the hound's short lived successful run finally over? Those who had bet money on the hound to win crossed their fingers and hoped or prayed that this would not be the case. Those who did not bet but knew a few friends or relatives that did looked around for such people, wanting to laugh at them and remind them of the many adverts on star net and televisions which cautioned them against betting or claimed it was dangerous for their health.

It was not unusual on the sun star however, for one to come out of winter with an empty account, betting on mecha fights was the number one cause of poverty in the empire. It was also one of the quickest ways to get rich quickly so that axe swung both ways, you could engage in it at your own risk.

"Has her luck finally run out ladies and gentlemen?" the announcer continued on.