“Job’s done!”
The Mechanical Prophet hopped back a step, then withdrew his fist and struck a somewhat peculiar finishing pose—both hands held level in front of him, palms facing upward. Then he slowly let out a long breath and lowered his hands.
Though he was a robot, he really did seem to be sighing in relief. As he performed this strange, inexplicable sequence of movements, the structure of his body emitted a series of clicking sounds. Several fine cracks quietly split open across the surface of his silver-white armor, and then a dense blast of searing white steam shot out from within him. It condensed in the cold air into thick, milky-white vortices, causing the surrounding temperature to rise by several degrees.
“Hissssss—”
The continuous venting lasted for roughly seven or eight seconds before gradually subsiding.
“Whew—cooling down after finishing a job feels great.” The Mechanical Prophet stretched languidly, displaying an almost startlingly human touch.
His movements were so fluid that he hardly seemed like a mechanical construct at all. Every joint turned with a unique sense of beauty. When he had fully extended his body, faintly visible inside his breastplate were ghostly blue energy circuits that flickered on and off like breathing.
Another series of clear, pleasant hums rang out, and the vents in the Mechanical Prophet’s body slowly closed.
It was truly astonishing technology—a flawlessly integrated structure resembling a work of art.
Even with Xia Lun’s discerning eyes, he could not detect the slightest sign of assembly or splicing on the Mechanical Prophet’s body.
Comfortable? Wait, could this body actually feel sensations too?
Xia Lun stared at the ingenious mechanical body, amazement flickering in his eyes. As an adventurer who had seen countless rare wonders and treasures, he had never encountered such a perfect artificial creation.
The outside world truly exceeded his imagination.
“Ah, Mr. Xia Lun, the way you’re looking at me seems a little strange… Don’t tell me you have that sort of fetish? Surely not, right? Mechanical attraction is already an established preference on our planet, but you people probably haven’t encountered it yet. Besides, this body is male… Mechanical homosexuality?” The Mechanical Prophet’s train of thought seemed to have wandered somewhere strange.
Aina’s gaze turned cold. Her scarlet staff appeared in her hand and pointed toward the Mechanical Prophet as magical energy began to gather.
The Mechanical Prophet immediately felt a chill run through him.
“Just a joke! I was only joking!” he said hastily, raising both hands. “Mr. Xia Lun is your husband. How could he possibly be mechanically homosexual?”
Yet the energy gathering on Aina’s staff continued to intensify. The deep-red radiance grew denser and denser, resembling coagulated blood.
“I was wrong! Truly wrong!” The Mechanical Prophet’s voice trembled with the electronic quaver unique to machines. He looked as though he was only a step away from getting down on his knees and begging for mercy. “This body is very expensive! Please don’t destroy it! It took nearly one-tenth of our entire planet’s resources to develop, and just weaving the neural-link circuits took three months…”
A dazzling flash of red light swept past.
The Mechanical Prophet stood there in a daze, almost collapsing. A moment later, he hurriedly felt himself up and down, only to discover that he was completely unharmed.
Aina’s attack had passed straight by him and obliterated a several-meter-tall monster behind him.
“What are those?” Xia Lun immediately became wary.
“Looks like it’s not over yet.” Aina lightly withdrew her staff and spoke indifferently.
From the shattered ice fragments left behind by the frozen Chaos Demon God, one twisted crimson form after another began to crawl out.
Most of the monsters stood between three and five meters tall, their shapes bizarre and varied. Some barely retained a humanoid form, standing upright on two legs. Others crawled on four limbs like beasts. Still more had grotesque wings of flesh growing from their backs and flapped them desperately in an attempt to take flight.
Their entire bodies were made from indistinct masses of assembled flesh. They were uniformly crimson, with no discernible organs or features, like crude sculptures hastily molded from raw meat.
Most unsettling of all, they were constantly splitting apart.
Xia Lun watched with his own eyes as one monster split down the middle, becoming two smaller individuals. The two then expanded at a visible rate, returning to their original size in the blink of an eye.
“Thank you so much, Great Scarlet Goddess…” The Mechanical Prophet’s voice trembled with lingering fear. Naturally, the monsters were not what frightened him.
“Stop wasting time and get to work.” Aina snorted coldly, unwilling to continue entertaining him.
She then tapped the ground with her staff. A subtle red ripple spread outward, and the nearest group of monsters instantly turned into fragments scattered across the ground.
“Yes, Great Scarlet Goddess!” The Mechanical Prophet responded as though he had been granted a pardon. He immediately straightened and gave a military salute, placing his right hand across his chest.
“Signal transmitted. Summoning drone cannon group—Hive.”
A cold electronic voice rang out from within him.
A moment later, a light buzzing suddenly sounded through the air. Then countless fist-sized drone cannons descended from above, rapidly spreading across the entire battlefield.
The drone cannons resembled enormous eyes. Their bodies were made of crystalline, translucent material, and their method of attack was to unleash searing lasers that pierced straight through the monsters’ flesh in an instant.
For a time, lasers crisscrossed the battlefield. Every beam that swept past left behind a faint smell of charred flesh in the air.
The Mechanical Prophet waved his hands like a symphony conductor. Fine streams of data trailed from his fingertips as he precisely guided the movements of every drone cannon. At times the laser beams scattered into focused bursts; at others they converged into concentrated volleys, displaying astonishing tactical coordination.
“What an ingenious way to fight.” Xia Lun could not help but sigh in admiration, his eyes following the crystal devices as they darted nimbly through the sky.
At that, the Mechanical Prophet turned his head, apparently intending to continue his sales pitch… But when he caught sight of Aina’s still-frigid profile, he wisely closed his mouth.
Although the monsters were not especially large, the speed and strength they could unleash were truly astonishing. A crimson blur flashed past, and several drone cannons were swatted out of the air, smashing into the ground and creating deep craters.
Fortunately, the drone cannons were extraordinarily durable. Even after being knocked down, they would wobble back into the air moments later and rejoin the battle.
In truth, Xia Lun had already noticed that although the drone cannons were powerful, they still could not immediately turn the tide.
The monsters that had been sliced in two by the lasers temporarily lost their ability to fight, but continued writhing. It seemed that before long, they would recover completely.
“Damn it, are these things cancer cells? Why does it feel like they can multiply without limit?” the Mechanical Prophet complained. “If this keeps up, we’ll run out of energy…”
“If they were as simple as cancer cells, that would be a blessing.” The figure of the Arcane Sage appeared beside them at some point. “Find a way to gather these vermin together and wipe them out in one blow.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
