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Chapter 1334 - Chapter 1334 Chapter 1332 Artificial Intelligence

Chapter 1334: Chapter 1332 Artificial Intelligence Chapter 1334: Chapter 1332 Artificial Intelligence “A tiered world structure.

I surmise that before the world was lost, the conditions on the surface were equally harsh, scarcely suitable for life forms to survive, hence the ‘living space’ was compelled to shift underground, and civilizations here must all be hidden in the underground area.

Metal, I serendipitously caught a glimmer of life, nestled amongst that pile of junk.

Just in case, I’ve set up a spatial transmission array leading underground, and everyone approached the target in stealth mode. Only after confirming there were no ambushes, we immediately restrained the target, aiming to capture it alive.”

“Oh? Life… I’ll go take a look.”

Green peered into the curious underground world, and upon hearing about the presence of life, he was instantly energized.

Click~ A tentacle sprouted from a finger, connected to the brain of the Yandaros Hound (referred to as ‘Hound’ henceforth).

With ease, the sharp teeth tore through space, transporting Green swiftly inside, heading towards the junk pile Han Dong pointed to.

“Tch! That’s what’s annoying about Green… I’ll follow him first. Dumps, you and Miss Helen take your time coming down. If Green and I encounter an attack, you can figure out something from the outside.”

After speaking, Han Dong vanished like a streak of starlight.

Miss Helen muttered to herself with a bizarre expression:

“He didn’t bother to lower his voice, talking smack about Green right behind his back, doesn’t he worry about getting killed that way?”

“I’m not sure either…”

Dumps was equally helpless.

He hadn’t intended to get deeply involved with the demon circle, yet ended up being dragged into it by Han Dong, even coming into direct contact with the highly dangerous Element.

…

Whoosh!

The Hound existed between reality and spatial rifts, bridging spaces without the slightest delay.

Han Dong was still a beat too slow in his pursuit.

Green stood before a four-meter-high junk pile made up of various metallic scraps, poised to make his move.

“Green, wait!

This is a battlefield, and there are at least two or more worlds in positions unknown to us… What we’re looking at could be a trap.”

“A trap? Isn’t that even better…

The ‘trap’ created by the weaker ones is my favorite.

When prey falls into their so-called prideful trap, they develop an almost certain complacency.

Just when they believe they have the upper hand, and their emotions of victory peak…”

At this point, Green mimed an action of tearing something apart with both arms, as if ripping an individual in half, showering in the bodily fluids that spurted from within him.

“Wow!

While tearing the flesh apart, I can intimately feel the shift in the other’s emotions, a fall from a peak to a valley, the extreme transition from hunter to hunted.

Such a dual experience is addictive–I’m sure you’d like it, Nicholas…”

Green had locked onto the ‘life’ within the junk pile, yanking it out with one pull.

No traps were triggered,

No violent explosions occurred,

And no armies appeared to suddenly surround them.

The weak sign of life that was pulled from the junk pile was, unexpectedly, a disposable machinery robot.

1. Its mechanical body, square and upright, with metal plates affixed by screws and even adorned with heart-shaped graffiti.

2. The top was fitted with a camera, also connected to an old-fashioned loudspeaker (with a built-in receiver).

3. Rubber tires at the bottom, capable of free rotation and rapid rolling.

4. Two crudely made mechanical arms, cables still exposed, one of which was currently being held aloft by Green.

“What kind of trash is this?”

Green scrutinized the powerless robot in front of him, his face etched with disappointment.

At the same time.

The robot’s speaker emitted a mechanical voice filled with excitement, using a common language of the Black Tower:

“Hello~ new meatballs! Welcome to Pandora!

Thank you very much for rescuing me from this dirty, stinking pile of trash.

First, would the ‘perforated meatball’ please put me down, I have an important mission related to ‘world stability’ to entrust to you.”

“Green~ I can understand this guy’s language, let’s put it down first, it might help us understand the nature of the current world.

With some luck, maybe we can locate their headquarters in one go.”

Green let go.

The little robot felt stable enough to stand but actually slipped and fell… The remaining electricity within was insufficient to support basic activities, which was why it was stuck in the garbage heap before.

The voice from the speaker continued:

“Walk a kilometer along the highway, and you should find a Red Spear Camp.

Your mission is to go to the camp and bring back some shiny things, which will be very helpful for saving the world.”

Han Dong stepped forward, looked down at the small robot at his feet, and replied in the Black Tower language:

“You just want to recharge your batteries, don’t you?

We don’t need to look for Energy Stones or batteries; we can charge you directly.

However, I have a question… how do you know we are new here?”

“You are 100% fresh meatballs.

Any life residing in Pandora cannot avoid the erosion and assimilation of metal; this is easy to determine.”

“So, you’re a local? You know the situation here well?”

“I was produced 89 years ago by the Hyperion Corporation, a functional robot with a self-adaptive, upgradable H-4000 chip.

Although Pandora has been in the ‘self-destructive era’ and the network has been down, preventing upgrades, the same is true for other machines.

I can say this, no machine understands the situation in Pandora better than I do.”

Han Dong marveled at the robot’s ‘intelligence level’, feeling from its words that the machine wanted to survive, and was even bragging.

Additionally.

Through the Demon Eye’s close-range inspection, he could confirm the veracity of most of what the robot said. It was in an [offline state], ruling out the possibility of being controlled.

Its ‘self-consciousness’ had fully formed, originating from the chip embedded inside.

‘Self-consciousness’ ‘Vitality’

This also explained why Han Dong had previously been able to sense a faint and strange vitality.

“Suitable for barely surviving in the [Lost World], if used well, it could become a ‘guide’ to help us quickly understand the current world.”

At this moment, Dumps and Miss Helen arrived in succession.

“Dumps, can you charge this thing?”

“I’ll try.”

Dumps, equally fascinated with reading and skilled in various fields, after a brief examination of the robot’s structure, gave an OK gesture.

Fingers poked into the charging port.

Regulated magic circuits in the Right Arm Holy City converted energy into a stable frequency of electric current, quickly filling it up.

“Wow! Electrified meatball, my superhero!”

The robot, feeling the long-lost abundant electricity, excitedly spun in place.

“You have saved the highest grade robot in Pandora; please come with me! My workshop is built not far from here, where I can craft the most advanced equipment for you.”

The little robot slid forward on the wheels beneath its body, leading the way.

The speaker hummed a rhythmic tune, and its arms danced along with the melody, quite happily.

Han Dong kept his focus on the harmless-looking robot, pondering a question.

“Why did the Black Tower choose this place as the battlefield for the [London Game]?”

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