"He's on the balcony." Wilbur could sense Johnson's whereabouts and was worried that he might damage the building. Now that Johnson was on the balcony, there was much less to worry about. Following that, Wilbur went to the balcony as fast as he could. He looked up and saw Johnson standing on the edge of the balcony overlooking the concrete jungle below. A breeze whipped through the air, and Wilbur asked, "Why aren't you running anymore?" Johnson turned to look at Wilbur. "Because I'd really like to find out if an old-school robot can defeat a real cultivator." A laser blade appeared in Johnson's right robot hand as he charged at Wilbur, swinging the laser blade at him. Just as the laser blade was about to hit Wilbur, he backed away quickly. He leaped onto the Satan Robot's head before stabbing his Azure Dragon Spear into the robot. The spear pierced through the Satan Robot's chest as sparks flew, but what Wilbur expected did not happen. The Satan Robot did not stop. Inste
The strange property of the metal could guarantee the wires in the Satan Robot to function regularly regardless of what happened. Even if its motherboard were to break, the special metal would be able to repair it at top speed and make sure the Satan Robot could continue to function normally. Since internal problems were not a thing for a robot like that, all it needed was just a solid enough exterior shell to protect its controls and the person piloting it from everything else. Despite the fact that many powerful robots had been invented in the past before, they were often easily destroyed and disabled. The slightest bit of damage would render the robot unusable, and it would be thrown out after that. The Satan Robot, however, would change this for good. It was a shame that it made its appearance as an evil robot used for murder, as those robots could not be allowed to exist in the world. Wilbur recalled Beverly's words then. Indeed, killing machines like this were too power
Johnson's eyes widened as he collapsed onto the ground. Wilbur scoffed, unsurprised by Johnson's fate. After all, Wilbur had seen too many ruthless characters who still tried to get the last laugh even after their defeat. The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense had ordered Johnson to be executed on the spot, and so Wilbur had never really planned on sparing his life. Having him die this way was honestly the best way things could go. Wilbur looked up at the Satan Robot before walking up to it to open its source plug on the left and taking out the other activation metal. These two activation metals contained special energy, and Wilbur put them into his demiplane. He called Dennis after that and arranged for the scene to be cleaned up. Dennis arrived at the rooftop balcony of the Harry Hotel with his men not long after. He stared at Johnson dead on the floor in disbelief, shaking his head. "I can't believe a tiny guy standing at barely one hundred thirty centimeters wa
Dickens' colleagues told Wilbur that Professor Dickens had gone to a secret location in the Kosanto military base three months ago for an international assignment. The assignment was supposed to last a year, and Wilbur would have to wait that long if he wanted to see the guy again. Wilbur stood in the Monsato city square, dialing Beverly's number while feeling rather confused. If Professor Dickens was supposed to be in this secret location, wouldn't the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense know about it? And if they did, why would they even have him look for Professor Dickens in the first place? "Hello, Deacon Penn. Is there anything I can help with?" "Beverly, can you help me find out more recent information about Professor Dickens? I went to his house and workplace, but there was no sign of him." "Sure, give me a second." A while later, Beverly's voice rang through the phone once more. "According to the information we have, Professor Dickens has always been in Moda
Wilbur's phone dinged just a minute later. The message contained Fawkes' personal information, as well as some data on Rindo Mine, including its location. Fawkes was hiding in Rindo Mine but was still surfing the internet. That was how Layla found his location. Rindo Mine? Wilbur looked through the data, which said that Rindo Mine came to be a few years ago and was discovered to contain a special metal that reminded Wilbur of the two activation metals at once. The Satan Robot had used the two activation metals to sustain and prolong its functions. Maybe finding more of those metals in that mine could get Wilbur some grace points. Wilbur drove to Rindo Mine at once. He was greeted with endless deserts upon coming out of Monsato, and the spacious roads made the journey to the mine only a little over an hour long. After parking outside the mine, Wilbur used a spell to change his appearance to that of Trevor Penn. The Satan Robot matter seemed to have been dealt with for now,
"Hey, dude. It's still too early now. The Cassidy's only open at night." Wilbur turned to see a muscular porter grinning at him. "Oh, I think you have the wrong idea. I'm not going to The Cassidy, I was just passing by." The porter nodded. "You don't say. Everyone thinks the same thing when they walk past this place." Wilbur's face flushed, and he turned around. "Er, actually… I'm here looking for a job. I've been having some money troubles lately." "I see. What do you do?" "Anything, as long as the price is right." "How about helping me out with moving some things?" "Sure." Wilbur could only say yes and followed the porter to a hotel. There, they loaded the food they had from the truck into the kitchen, which only took half a day with the additional help. Later that afternoon, Wilbur was dragged into playing cards with the porter named Tommy as well as his friends. Wilbur's plan had been to hide his identity anyway, so he played along with everyone without winning
The kerfuffle from the gunshots had sent everyone scuttling out of the basement, and Wilbur was the only one left. Fawkes smirked, finding the situation rather amusing. "You're pretty brave, aren't you." Wilbur shook his head. "I don't want to waste my time with you, Fawkes." "I don't want to waste my time talking to you, either." Fawkes raised his pistol, aiming it at Wilbur as he glared at him. "You think you're so brave, don't you? I think you're a fool. Don't be so foolish in your next life, young man. Goodbye." "Wait. I'm here because of the Satan Robot." The Satan Robot?! Fawkes's eyes lit up at once. "You want to buy the Satan Robot too?" "Yes, it's much more powerful than I could have ever imagined, and I'd like to have it. But before that, I'd like to know more about it." "Hahaha! Of course…" Fawkes barked out a laugh as if he had stumbled upon a pot of gold before his expression quickly returned to its previous coolness. "I have to tell you beforehand that t
The U-shaped wire was whole again. Wilbur had seen the memory metal before but witnessing it at work still left him in shock. Fawkes chuckled. "Yes, that's what the memory metal can do. It's changed what used to hold robots back forever. In the past, the slightest blow to the robot's motherboard would cause it to lose all functions at once. However, with memory metal, robots can now overcome moderate damage without being affected at all. That alone should make it worth its price." "Yes, I agree. Well, the Satan Robot costs a hundred million dollars per unit. How much would the memory metal go for, then?" Fawkes' expression darkened. "I think it's important to know your boundaries, Mister Penn. The memory metal is the core of the Satan Robot. It's not for sale on its own. I thought we could have a nice chat, but there's no point in talking if you're not going to purchase the robot." "Oh, I'm here to buy the Satan Robot for sure. How soon can I get the ten units?" "Three days."