Mech-x4 Robot の小説・ストーリー

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Before Victor could finish admiring his stats, a seventeen-meter mech walked up to him and asked. A seventeen-meter mech could already be considered very impressive. It was a second-evolution medium-weight mech. Victor's mech was around that size too after the second evolution, but of course, there were major differences in their appearances. "My name is Victor Wild. I'm not a soldier." "Oh? You're Victor Wild from Riverside?" The mech standing in front of Victor sounded surprised after hearing his self-introduction.

"You are my god, System." He kept praising the System and its timely missions, completely forgetting the times he cursed the System for giving him missions with ridiculous demands. Mission: Tutorial Part 4 - X-Factor Prerequisites: Completed Tutorial Part 3 Some have characterized the profession of mech designer to the modern Prometheus. Are mechs purely machines, or are they something more? Please design a mech with a prominent X-Factor, ranking at least E- or higher. Reward: 1 random 10-year medium armor production licence, 200 tons of raw materials reserved for armor production

he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and a tech’s inherent wariness. I produced the watch from my pocket and slid it across the counter. “Do you know anything about these things?” His eyes flicked down to the device, then immediately drifted back up to my cleavage. “Yeah. XBand series 4. What do you want?” “Can you reprogram it?” I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice. “Can you, um… make it so it… doesn’t follow its protocol?” A slow, understanding smirk spread across his face. He looked me up and down again, the appraisal blatant. It was obvious he liked what he saw. “Sure thing.”

Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands. “I'm sorry. I… I can't get the blood out of my head. I've n… never seen s… so much blood before. I'm really sorry” I stammered while apologizing profusely and he leaned toward me from where he sat to have a closer look at me. “As long as you're mine, you'll have to get used to that. Understood?” he told me and I nodded in fear because I couldn't bring myself to say another word.

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

The robot fell apart in neat slices. "Combo x4!" Jinx cheered. "This build is broken! I love it!" Ren stayed back, watching the chaos through his scope. He felt relaxed. This wasn't murder. This was just clicking heads. He lined up a shot on a sniper-bot perched on a high gear. Pew. A beam of spectral energy crossed the map. The bot’s head popped off. +100 XP. "Clear," Ren called out. "Move up. The Vault is inside the central tower."