Star Forge Titan

At this moment, Ivan's fist was like breaking a glass plate, smashing into the space itself with unstoppable force.

[Permission accepted, the mediation agency acknowledges the final judgment order]

Instant connection!

The spatial dimensions at different coordinates in the real world were forcibly connected together, and the light that was originally unable to be directly touched was transformed into actual matter. A thousand huge iron fists made of pure white light formed a spherical grid, completely surrounding the skeleton monster Monsanto Ka that had been lingering on for a thousand years and was not far from passing away peacefully.

then--

Continue!

The iron fist forged from light disappeared from its original position, and the flesh-and-blood meteorite formed from the remains of Monsanto Card suddenly stopped falling, with round transparent holes expanding from nothing on its body.

Muscles, blood, bones, and even the dark red flesh and blood eroded and assimilated by all the pure power were all swallowed up by the one thousand expanding transparent holes, leaving not even the smallest cell behind.

Through these holes, you can even see the scenery behind you, but you can't see the existence of the pure-colored super beast, as if it has never left any trace in this world.

Complete deletion and thorough cleaning are just like the formatting that happens in the real world.

Everything disappeared under the shining light.

Chapter 176: The Sinking of the Fortress

The enemy has disappeared, but the city has become devastated and in ruins.

The Iron Giant stood quietly on the ruins, its arms shining with light gradually solidified, turning into Giant Arms that were more perfect than before. The outside was covered with gorgeous and heavy armor, which easily blended into Pluto's original iron-gray full body armor without appearing abrupt at all.

But Alvin didn't notice all this, because there was always a voice coming from the higher dimensional realm in his ears.

From beginning to end, the pure-color super beast Monsanto Card acted like a complete monster, with no intention of engaging in dialogue at all.

However, the voice that filled Ivan's ears at this moment seemed to indicate another possibility.

The howling that echoed in the higher-dimensional realm was filled with frenzy and madness, vaguely mixed with a lingering deep sorrow.

Why are we the filth that shouldn't exist, while you are the beautiful and correct one?

why?

Supreme One, why on earth?!

Just like the wreckage of the real universe, the sound echoing in the higher-dimensional realm slowly dissipated.

After a moment of silence, the super-ancient combat agent controlled by Alvin turned into tiny points of light and dissipated.

Although changing back to his original appearance would make him feel as awkward as wearing ill-fitting clothes, the young Titan descendant did not choose to remain in the giant form, even though it was not too difficult for him.

After all, the power that can be fully controlled is the power that truly belongs to you. Otherwise, it is just a time bomb with an uncertain explosion time. Now I do not have enough ability to walk on the surface of the planet for a long time as a complete giant god, which will only cause the environment to gradually become unbalanced.

Just talking about the Star Calling technique that he had just learned, although this unique secret ritual could allow the Titan to directly resonate with the planet's magic field, if he had not fully mastered it, the Titan's body would continue to emit strong magical fluctuations.

This alone will cause all sorts of 'small' changes in the planet's magic field itself, and the resulting 'small' waves often also mean all sorts of 'small' problems.

Indeed, those phenomena are not a big problem on a planetary scale, but for the local areas directly affected by them, they are a veritable natural disaster.

A natural disaster like a storm that is difficult to resist with human power.

With a long sigh, this is probably the trouble of growing up in a sense, right?

A very subtle thought emerged in his mind. Alvin knew that he had to adapt, or at least control the power that was growing exponentially again, and not let his clothes burst open naturally because of something as ordinary as pouring a glass of water.

The black-haired boy, covered in armor of despair, thought so.

When he just changed back to human form, he was planning to wear casual clothes, but as soon as he put on the clothes made of ordinary cloth, he lost his regular clothes due to the magical fluctuations or magical pressure that were close to reality from the Star Calling technique.

After learning that special secret method, Alvin naturally integrated it into his body instincts. Trying to turn it off was like changing from automatic to manual transmission, which was deliberate and uncomfortable.

"Congratulations on your victory." A voice came from not far away in melancholy.

Embra, the thinking module that somehow survived through thousands of years, slowly floated to Ivan's side.

She remotely controlled the floating platform and continued to project her virtual image, whose face could not be seen clearly, into the air.

At one point, Ivan had doubted this unexpected helper. But after confirming his authority surpassed his, he temporarily set his suspicions aside. Managing a starship as vast as a city required independent subordinates like these.

Yes, in Ivan's view, a thinking module with AI-like capabilities is not a pure tool. After all, a tool wouldn't be as vulgar and slangy as a lieutenant who excels at true split operations.

By the way, although Embra's virtual image did not involve a specific appearance and his face was completely covered by a soft light, it always gave him a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen someone similar to him somewhere before.

"There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" The thinking module with a female appearance spoke slowly and steadily, which made Alvin guess that even if there was bad news, it probably wouldn't be that bad.

As he was thinking this, he casually said the answer.

"The good news first."

"An unusual choice." Embla's avatar paused, like a surprised living being.

"The good news is that with your help, the starship has been successfully ignited, and the hardware preparations for launch are now complete." The news coming out of the thinking module was not unexpected, so Ivan just smiled and motioned for the other party to continue.

"hardware?"

"Yes, the mechanical structure of this starship is complete. It only lacks a powerful, comprehensive central thinking module to coordinate and manage all aspects of the operation."

"Like you?" Alvin smiled even more obviously.

"That's right." Embra nodded without hesitation.

Her words confirmed a certain suspicion in the black-haired boy's mind.

"It seems that you have wanted to leave here for a long time."

"I can't deny that." Like most artificial intelligence tools, Embra had no intention of lying, at least on the surface.

As for whether she selectively said less, it is difficult for others to guess.

"Why?" Alvin asked directly. His highest level of authority gave him the absolute ability to force the other party to tell the whole truth.

"Because..." Embra's voice became very soft, like a breeze that could drift away at any time.

"The world a million meters underground is so lonely." Something unexpected came out of the thinking module.

lonely……

How can a machine feel lonely?

Except, it's no longer just a machine.

If it is no longer a pure machine, can it still be called a machine?

"More than 1,900 stellar standard hours. Even if the memories left by that adult were reproduced and viewed countless times, it would be unbearable for... for a creature that can think." Embla's appearance began to change, and his originally golden hair gradually turned a deep black.

It was the same hair color as Alvin, the hair color of people from the north.

This also made the former suddenly remember that he had seen a being with a similar appearance to Embra's virtual image somewhere.

Once, through a prophetic dream that spanned the long river of time, he had seen the prototype of this image, the fallen princess Ishtarli, who was regarded as hope by the giants.

"I can't imagine what I would become if there were another millennium..."

"If that's all, there's no problem in taking you away. The relic storage room 'Lightless Abyss' is inside the starship anyway, and that's your job, isn't it?" Ivan exhaled, smiled, and relaxed a little.

While this change is somewhat surprising and even subtly terrifying, it is at least not a super-expansion like "Intelligent O Crisis" or "Iron O Rebellion."

"Thank you for your kindness." Embra said sincerely.

"Oh, you haven't told me the bad news yet, have you? What kind of bad news is it?" Having solved a problem, Ivan's tone became much more relaxed. He probably wouldn't be able to ruin his mood at the moment, considering that most ordinary bad news wouldn't be enough.

"Oh, nothing much, it's just that this city might be sinking into the center of the earth." Embra replied casually, "Due to the damage caused by the aftermath of the battle just now, the posture balance system of the fortress city Abyss has some minor problems that are difficult to adjust in a short period of time, causing the depth of the fortress city to sink further.

"Don't worry, this isn't an unsolvable problem. The external barrier utilizes special methods to prevent damage to the fortress from the extreme environment. Just wait a mere hundred years, and the fortress will successfully repair itself and return to its current height."

"...Where did you say it sank?" The black-haired boy suddenly raised his head and looked at the other person with such force that it seemed as if he was going to break his neck, and his voice became very hoarse.

"The center of the earth." Embra repeated the most important term in his previous words.

"The core of this planet is a high-temperature, high-pressure environment, and the external environment normally maintains a temperature of around 5200-6800°."

"It's very rich in energy and has a high concentration of magic power, which is very suitable for the growth and life of the Lord during his developmental period."

The smiling thinking module said:

Chapter 177: Homecoming

Waiting for me here...

Alvin looked at the smiling thinking module Embra speechlessly. His face was shrouded in dim light and no expression could be seen. Only the corners of his mouth that were exposed were slightly upturned, which seemed to indicate something.

Although I really want to ask, "Did you do that on purpose, or was it an accident?", the thinking module in front of me, which probably has some problems with its brain circuitry under its calm appearance, will most likely just say it was all accidental.

"After all, I'm not the real thinking module of the city's main control system, so it's understandable that there are some minor deviations in protecting the city's structure." Embra spoke in her usual gentle voice at the right time.

"You said so?"

"...It's hard to deny." Alvin looked at the other party calmly.

A thousand years of solitude—no one could imagine the terrifying loneliness it would bring, to the point where the thinking module before him was actively trying to influence the decision of the highest-authority administrator. While the method chosen by the other thinking module wasn't completely illegal, it was inconsistent with the automated formula written into its underlying logic, or at least conflicted with it.

Loneliness, this horrific punishment can even drive a humanoid thinking machine crazy.

Or perhaps it was that the terrifying power of this ultra-ancient technology was such that the thinking modules it created could actually feel something like loneliness. And the ability to feel loneliness, at least in his own opinion, could no longer be called a machine.

He had a lot of emotions in his mind, but now was obviously not the time to feel such emotions. Alvin turned and looked at Embra who was still waiting for orders.

"Can the starship set sail now?" he asked directly. The other party's ultimate goal was to leave here, so the words like "the center of the earth is suitable for the development of Titans" were obviously just a joke.

"Anytime." Sure enough, Embra's answer was exactly what he expected.

"The biggest problem that originally restricted the starship's departure was the inability to activate the [Semi-Perpetual Vacuum Reduction Type Infinite Magic Creation Device]. However, the power the Lord previously bestowed has already completed the ignition process. I can easily handle the remaining issues."

"However, the lack of a thinking module is a real problem. Even if the Third Heritage Management Agency's central coordination system is installed, it can only ensure minimal operation. It cannot carry out combat, let alone dimensional jumps that require the support of a professional navigation system."

"As for the city management going forward, there's no need to worry. I've spent the past millennium renovating the security and thinking modules of the original Third Heritage Management Agency. It will repair the city's central coordination system and the corresponding management and thinking modules over the next hundred years."

Embra's voice became especially gentle.

"He's not a very bright child, so I guess he won't feel too lonely."

Ivan agreed. Saving the fortress city of Abyss would be ideal. He already had complex feelings for the Giant Kingdom, not to mention the fact that he owed that ancient nation a great favor for the Pluto blueprints, which had been handed down thousands of years earlier.

Besides, isn't picking up a starship capable of entering outer space for free enough of a profit? As for the missing equipment, it's not impossible to complete it in the future.

At the moment, perhaps an activated lieutenant who is good at true split operations can be squeezed in as a substitute to make up the numbers.

I'll find a chance to dig up more Giant Kingdom ruins in the future, and maybe I can collect all of them.

Anyway, where did the head go?

Hmm, wait a minute, when I activated the giant god form just now, I seemed to have put him into the lepton space?

Pretending to be calm, he took the activated adjutant out of the lepton space and looked at Embra seriously.

"Then let's go."

Behind him, a head was flying up and down, speaking continuously like a machine gun.

"Thank God you finally let me out!"

"Wait, I seem to have missed something important?"

"Oh my god, what is that?"

Amid the activation adjutant's exclamation, Alvin looked up and saw a flash of space teleportation exploding.

Then, a very familiar-looking spaceship appeared overhead. It was none other than the Rogilus that had been left in the hub port of Hermopolis.

Before Ivan could react, the spaceship, a converted model battleship, suddenly opened its top deck. Then, a massive, several dozen-meter-tall object emerged from the large hangar within.

Compared to the Pluto, the Heavy Sword Entropy Worm, and the remains of Monsanto Ka that had just been engaged in a fierce battle, a creature of this size was at most a toy. But for most ordinary people, even transcendent beings, it was a formidable presence, only slightly smaller than the Central Empire's Lind's top-secret weapon, the Colossus.

But what really shocked Alvin was the strange appearance of the huge creature in front of him.

"Meow!" A familiar cat cry emanated from it. The sound-generating device was located on the torso of the giant creature, and the shape of the sound-generating device...

A super giant cat head!

A cat-head mecha that is dozens of meters tall!

A fat (yes, right) cat-headed mech painted orange!

Although it has short hands and feet, there is no brain-like structure on its head, while its torso presents an extremely complete cat head shape.

"Meow meow!"

“Meow meow meow!!!”