I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 134: Day of the Titan Mk-I Demonstration

Fort Hanley, Secure Testing Facility

The day has arrived.

The air inside the secure testing hangar was charged with anticipation. Engineers, military officers, and defense analysts stood around the large open space, some holding tablets loaded with performance metrics, others simply observing with cold, calculating eyes.

At the center of it all stood Titan Mk-I, now fully assembled and powered up. The exoskeleton loomed over its creators like a machine forged for modern warfare—sleek graphene-reinforced titanium plating, segmented armor plates that allowed for flexibility, and servo-assisted limbs that promised unparalleled speed and power.

Matthew stood at the forefront, dressed in the pilot suit designed to sync with the exoskeleton's neuromuscular interface. Beside him, Angel, Dr. Vasquez, Dr. Watanabe, and Daniel Cho monitored the final pre-test diagnostics on their portable terminals.

Across from them, General Malcolm Reed, Colonel Nathan Reynolds, and a dozen senior military officials stood with their arms crossed, waiting.

The U.S. Department of Defense, DARPA, and various military branches were all here to see if Titan Mk-I was worth their investment—or if it was just another overpromised prototype destined to fail.

Matthew smirked. Time to prove them wrong.

General Reed's voice cut through the room. "We'll start with basic mobility. We need to see if this thing can actually move like a soldier, not a walking tank."

Dr. Watanabe nodded. "Titan Mk-I is equipped with a real-time neuromuscular sync, eliminating input lag. It should move as naturally as a second skin."

Matthew stepped into the exoskeleton's open harness, feeling the familiar grip of the neural connectors as they attached to his spinal sync ports. The suit closed around him, the powered servos engaging with a soft hum.

Then, the HUD activated.

Neural Sync: 100%

With a single thought, Matthew took a step forward.

The suit responded instantly, mirroring his movements with zero delay.

He took another step. Then another.

Then—he ran.

The Titan Mk-I surged forward, its powerful servo motors propelling him across the hangar at unnatural speed. Dust kicked up as he dashed past the military observers, his movements fluid and precise.

30 miles per hour.

40 miles per hour.

"Jesus," Colonel Reynolds muttered.

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Matthew stopped on a dime, pivoting sharply before launching into a rapid series of evasive maneuvers—zigzagging across the space, rolling, crouching, sprinting again—all without a single hint of mechanical stiffness.

Angel smirked as she glanced at the military officials. "Still worried about mobility?"

General Reed gave a slight nod, his face unreadable. "That's fast. Too fast. A normal human would tear their tendons apart."

Dr. Watanabe chimed in. "That's the advantage of our neuromuscular assist system. The suit reads the operator's intent before their muscles fully engage, distributing the workload between servo actuators and artificial myofibers. No strain. No lag."

Matthew walked to the next test station—a reinforced steel block, four inches thick, mounted securely to withstand extreme impact forces.

General Reed crossed his arms. "We need to see if this thing can actually deliver on power. Show us what it can do."

Matthew flexed his fingers, feeling the servo-assisted resistance adjust to his movements. He clenched his fist.

The exosuit's impact processors activated, channeling power from the high-density supercapacitors directly into his arm servos.

Then, he threw a punch.

BOOM!

The steel buckled inward, a deep dent forming at the center.

The engineers watching exchanged nervous glances.

Dr. Vasquez checked her readings. "That was only 40% output."

Matthew stepped back and engaged full power. The energy cores surged, channeling the maximum force limit into the servo-motors.

Then—he punched again.

BOOM!

The steel shattered, pieces flying backward as the entire test rig buckled under the force.

Silence.

Colonel Reynolds whistled. "Alright. That's not just impressive. That's terrifying."

General Reed's expression didn't change. "Strength is one thing. Let's see durability."

A team of military weapons specialists stepped forward, setting up a live-fire range at the far end of the hangar.

Dr. Vasquez exhaled. "Here we go."

The plan was simple: shoot Titan Mk-I with everything they had and see if it held up.

"Starting with 9mm rounds," the range officer called out.

A squad of soldiers opened fire—semi-automatic bursts, the bullets ricocheting harmlessly off the armor.

"Upping to 5.56mm NATO rounds."

More shots. More impacts absorbed. The liquid armor layer hardened instantly, dissipating kinetic energy before it could penetrate.

"Let's bring out the big guns," Colonel Reynolds said.

A .50 caliber M2 Browning heavy machine gun was wheeled out, the kind used for anti-vehicle engagements.

Matthew braced himself as the gun roared to life.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Each round struck with devastating force, but Titan Mk-I didn't buckle. The outer plating absorbed the impact, and the inner shock-dampening layers distributed the force evenly.

The firing stopped.

Everyone stared.

General Reed turned to one of his men. "Hit it with a rocket."

A soldier loaded an M72 LAW rocket launcher and fired.

The missile streaked forward, slamming into Titan Mk-I's chest—

A massive explosion tore through the test area.

Smoke filled the air.

Silence.

Then—

As the dust settled, Matthew stepped forward, Titan Mk-I still intact.

Dr. Vasquez checked the armor integrity readings. "Minor heat scarring. No structural damage."

Colonel Reynolds muttered, "Son of a—"

General Reed finally cracked a small grin. "Alright, Borja. You've got my attention."

The final test was against automated combat drones, simulating enemy soldiers in a combat zone.

The drones launched into motion, flanking Matthew from multiple angles, their AI systems predicting his movements.

Titan Mk-I's neural interface kicked in, its AI-assisted predictive combat system analyzing the battlefield in real time.

Matthew dodged incoming fire, his HUD highlighting weak points in the drones' armor.

Then he attacked.

He closed the distance in seconds, delivering precise, bone-crushing blows.

One drone collapsed instantly, its frame caved in.

Matthew vaulted over another, catching it mid-air and slamming it into the ground.

The last drone attempted to evade, but Titan Mk-I was faster.

A single strike and it was over.

As the last drone hit the ground, Matthew powered down the suit, stepping out as the engineers rushed in to check the readings.

The room was silent.

Then—

Applause.

Matthew smirked. They were sold.

General Reed stepped forward. "Borja, we need to talk contracts."

Matthew extended a hand. "Let's talk business."