In the wake of little Lele's death, Wang Xuan was in a somber mood. The image of the small, tear-stained figure seemed to linger before his eyes. Now, to make matters worse, someone was attempting to kidnap him. Which power was behind this? 0

"Capable of killing a Grandmaster? Since there are several of you, why don't you move away from me and let one or two of you self-destruct to test out this so-called power?" Wang Xuan challenged.0

The mechanical beings, devoid of emotion, responded with a cold voice, "Human, you are trampling on my dignity. I am an intelligent mechanical being, not an outdated machine from a century ago. I will not allow you to insult my personhood." With mechanical precision, they displayed a holographic image, instantly engulfing the area in light that burned and turned the ground to molten lava.0

"See? This is the simulated result. Even a Grandmaster would die. If you insist on being an enemy of the great Mechanical Race, I will enact Protocol Eight and erase all physical traces of your existence as a human."0

Wang Xuan felt a wave of nostalgia. When he first arrived in New World, in Yuancheng, he had met a short-haired, crisp, and clean-looking female guide....0