On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

"Get rid of your dream!"

"I want to escape this dream! Please let me escape this dream!"

"Dream break! Damn it! Dream break, ahhhhh!"

"Too late, come on!"

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. In the face of the monster horde, the thirty gang members were like ants trampled by an elephant. Their flesh was torn apart by the monster dogs, and their limbs became food in the mouths of the turbid snakes.

Unlike other illusions, everything that happens within the Zero Dream will be reflected in reality as real sensations. Even brain death will be preceded by the agonizing pain of being torn apart.

The wreckage of Control One, with only the upper half remaining, was a blurry mess of images in her vision, with all the data reporting errors. Fortunately, the core black box seemed to still be functioning normally.

She tried to reach out to her disfigured face, as if she wanted to touch her lips again, but the bionic skin there had long since cracked away, leaving only cold mechanical bones.

May the Emperor's glory endure forever.

After the intermittent synthesized sound rang out, half of Control One's body transformed into a huge beam of light like the sun. Then, the scorching energy swept across the entire canyon, obliterating the Turbid Monster and the gangsters' corpses in the explosion.

base.

Factories stand tall here, and assembly lines are equipped with various parts. After going through several complex processes, brand-new machines are finally reconstructed at the end of the workshop.

[Number 17639, thank you for your contributions to Zero Dream. This is your 1282nd reconstruction. You bear the important responsibility of maintaining peace and stability in Zero Dream, and you will continue to dedicate yourself to glorious battles.]

On the display screen at the top of the workshop, a line of text appeared, which is what every machine servant sees when it is born.

"May the Emperor's glory endure forever." All the newly arrived servants placed one hand on their chests and stood at attention, facing the words.

No. 17639 is no exception.

Next, the base assigned the servants their destinations, which was completely random. Soon it was the turn of unit number 17639, and the information was displayed on the large screen in the workshop.

[Number 17639, your aircraft type is: Control Aircraft. You will be assigned to the Dragon Zone, coordinates: GY-28. We look forward to your heroic performance.]

After the base was assigned, the servitors were supposed to move out, but this time, control aircraft number 17639 stood still and did not move.

[ID 17639, your assignment has been issued. Please proceed to the designated area immediately. Repeat, please proceed immediately.]

"Application number 17639 has submitted a request to modify the war zone allocation." The blindfolded machine gunner interrupted the workshop screen in front of him.

The screen seemed surprised by the behavior of number 17639—or rather, it was beyond the comprehension of its automated program. After a long while, the text on the screen reappeared.

[WARNING! No. 17639, please describe your reasons for applying, otherwise you will be considered a defective product and will be reconstructed.]

A series of footsteps sounded, and soon four or five machine servants were dispatched by the base to surround number 17639.

"Report: According to data from 17639, there is experience in multiple Witch War Zones. 17639 believes that deploying to the Witch War Zone can play a greater tactical role and requests base approval."

After 17639 finished explaining his reasons, the base remained silent for an even longer time than before, before withdrawing the servants surrounding 17639 and displaying four words on the screen.

[Application Approved]

Unit 17639 salutes the base screen, then turns and leaves, its wings unfolding as it speeds toward its newly assigned Witch War Zone.

During the flight, 17639 was actually performing calculations on its own.

Why did she make this request? Why do I have this inexplicable obsession with Witch Wars Zone?

However, she has no memory of it, because after each death, they are remade and all previous data is erased, formatted into brand new servants.

No.

Perhaps there's something else amiss?

Flight 17639 touched its lips with its hand while in flight.

She didn't recall that this action was recorded in their program, and the action seemed to have nothing to do with the battle, or even be a hindrance.

what is this?

No. 17639 searched her system repeatedly but could not find its source until her hand accidentally brushed across her chest and finally stopped at the location of the fake bionic heart.

She had a gut feeling—yes, the word "intuition" was the most irrelevant word for a mechanical being.

It seems this data is

From here?

Chapter 222 The Little Princess

"Snoring"

"Delicious. Doctor, feed me another one."

"Not enough? What do you mean, 'enough'? Hmph. I wouldn't feed you, you mere Doctor."

In the early hours of the morning, the girl's dreamy murmurs echoed in the hotel room.

After "escaping" from the Zero Dream, Liao Ji removed his terminal. Beside him, a stool was moved over, as if Yilin had been watching over him all along.

However, it was obvious that she had spent too long in the Zero Dream, and Irene couldn't resist the drowsiness and also fell asleep.

At that moment, the girl was snoring softly like a little pig. Liao Ji looked at Yilin, who was hugging the back of the chair, smacking her lips and drooling. She was probably having a sweet dream.

Liao Ji had no intention of waking the girl, but the other seemed to disagree, especially when the word "Doctor" appeared in Irene's sleep-talking.

Boom boom boom!

A series of dull, drumming sounds startled Irene awake from her deep sleep.

Irene: "."

"Yes, the total kissing time between 86 and the Doctor was 9.999 seconds. Number 86, who has already entered the adult world, cast a pitying glance at Miss Irene, who is still a little girl."

Liao Ji, acting like an elder, strongly condemned and prohibited 86's behavior of secretly watching restricted content.

“That was Control Unit One, not you, and that wasn’t kissing, it was inserting a USB drive!” Liao Ji emphasized repeatedly.

"What is this? Isn't this just like all the machine servants being trapped in a prison? No! This can't even be called a prison anymore. What's the difference between this and hell where there's no escape for eternity!"

That's like saying, "Six hours... six hours and you've created a child in a dream?!"

It's worth mentioning that Liao Ji noticed that many of the "study materials" actually came from the IP address of MoCheng! They were sent to 86 by a female netizen he met online, whose nickname was "Cunzhi Little Princess"!

What angered Liao Ji was that he immediately ordered 86 to block this "Little Princess Cunzhi" and forbid her from contacting such disreputable people again. He also set a rule for 86 that she could not browse such inappropriate content without his permission before the matter was considered closed.

Liao Ji: "."

The half-asleep girl, rubbing her eyes groggily, looked toward the source of the muffled sound. The next moment, Irene was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped and she fell off her chair.

Irene's eyes widened, and she rubbed them hard, wondering if she was still dreaming. No, this wasn't the dream she had just had.

"Studies have shown that kissing can result in having a baby. How could the owner do this? Is he trying to shirk responsibility?" Number 86 muttered aggrievedly, touching her flat belly.

"Yes, the Doctor and I have a child. Number 86, who has already become a mother after being forced into this relationship, deliberately uses the title 'Doctor' to enjoy the NTR pleasure."

"Three days, no, it should be two days from now. Remember the press conference of Kyle Technology? In addition to announcing the branding technology, they also showed a three-piece branding set to attract attention. If I'm not mistaken, that should be the Dibrand we are looking for."

"Waaah, even 86 doesn't know," Number 86 cried as she secretly set the learning materials downloaded from the Mechanical Alliance network to a hidden folder.

Okay, at least we've found the root of the problem.

As Irene listened, her attention was quickly drawn to the servants, especially after learning about their reasons for existence and their experiences. She became even more indignant, clenching her fists and waving them in the air.

This is the mechanical species; its body can be manipulated in all sorts of ways.

"Will someone take our place?"

???

Arranging the three marks in a set is difficult unless you know beforehand that the three marks belong to the same group and were obtained in a test, in which case finding the order is much easier.

Irene tried to immerse herself in the world of the Servant. Let alone dying thousands of times, she'd probably go insane after ten. Fighting, dying, being resurrected, then fighting again, and so on.

"Doctor! So, are we going to storm Kyle Technology and take that brand that summons special mechs? I'm ready!"

"Control Number One is 86, and 86 is Control Number One. We are sisters, so we are inseparable." While arguing, Number Eighty-Six suddenly realized that if this logic were followed, wouldn't that mean tens of thousands of sisters would be competing with 86 for their master's reproductive data? 86 regretted her words, wanting to take them back but realizing it was too late.

Under the watchful eye of Liao Ji, 86 was forced to delete all the study materials downloaded from the internet.

Because there was 86, who had reverted to her maid form, and was now heavily pregnant, her hands constantly stroking her belly.

What exactly did you all do in that dream world?!

"You bastard!" Two angry and furious voices rang out one after the other.

Seeing the girl next to him rolling up her sleeves, eager to start a fight, Liao Ji first pressed Yilin back down.

The thumping sounds were coming from the maid's large belly. With each thump, her belly would tremble slightly, as if some little creature was causing trouble inside.

Meanwhile, Irene, standing next to her, also stood with her hands on her hips, fuming. The girl was furious that 86 had such good resources but didn't share them with her, keeping them to herself.

After Liao Ji spoke, 86 reluctantly and under Irene's astonished gaze, quickly changed the structure of her belly, turning her pregnant belly back into a small waist in seconds.

"Alright, that's enough. Quickly pull your belly back in. This is no laughing matter!" Liao Ji glanced at the maid and sighed helplessly.

After this ordeal, 86 became much more obedient and stopped making any strange remarks. Afterwards, 86 briefly recounted to Yilin Liao Ji what had happened in the dream world and their next plan.

The girl glanced at her watch; less than six hours had passed. Then, she cast an angry and incredulous look at Liao Ji beside her.

"What?! Kiss? Kiss? Kiss?!" Irene's heart, which had just calmed down a little, suddenly jumped into her throat again.

"You? You...you...you!???"

"86, I've been wanting to ask this for a while now. It seems like you've become much more active since joining the Mechanical Alliance. And where did you learn all this NTR stuff?!"

The maid nodded in agreement and added a thoughtful comment.

Previously, the networks in the Holy Kingdom and the Dragon Kingdom were underdeveloped, at most like small streams. But when they came to the Mechanical Alliance, it was like a fish entering the ocean for 86. No wonder things are getting more and more strange!

"We don't need to take the risk ourselves; someone will do it for us."

Just as the girl was about to anxiously question 86, the maid seemed to have anticipated this and spoke first.

“Baby, be good, don’t kick Mommy. Look, you’ve woken up your Auntie Irene,” Number 86 said, feigning reproach but actually showing off his successful sneak-out.

In addition, there is a high probability that Keltech will not be able to fully utilize the true effectiveness of these three items. Therefore, in the company's view, these three items are flashy but impractical, and it is often the kind of items that are most suitable for use in product launches.

Otherwise, if it were something truly core and powerful, who would reveal it at a press conference?

After listening, Irene nodded, agreeing that it made sense, but she still didn't understand what she meant by "someone will help us!"

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed excitedly, "Doctor, you mean...those gangs!?"