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Child Emperor then pulled up the relevant data of the various Machine God organization's strongholds, but most of them were data on the production of ordinary combat robots.
Detailed data on the truly threatening "Machine God" series is scarce, not to mention the mysterious mastermind behind it all.
Tong Di pointed to one of the damaged "Machine God" design drawings seized from the Y City base. It was a humanoid weapon full of metallic beauty, with smooth lines and a precise structure.
He said with a serious expression:
“We analyzed the wreckage and this incomplete blueprint and can predict that these robots, codenamed ‘Machine God’ series, have a basic combat capability of at least the Demon level.”
"And they are among the best of the Ghost-level disasters, with their armor materials, energy cores, and weapon systems far exceeding current technological levels."
“But,” Tong Di’s expression turned serious as he zoomed in on a corner of the design drawing and pointed it out to Lin Mo.
"According to the blueprints, what we see is only a semi-finished product."
Chapter 129 A Hymn to Humanity
"A semi-finished product?!"
Lin Mo was startled, and a chill ran down his spine.
A half-finished Ghost-level masterpiece?
Doesn't this mean that once this mysterious organization perfects its technology, they will be able to mass-produce a massive army of Ghost-level, or even... Dragon-level robots like an assembly line?!
If that were the case, it would be a devastating disaster for all of humanity.
The Hero Association will be overwhelmed by an endless army of steel.
Seemingly sensing Lin Mo's worries, Tong Di added:
"However, what is temporarily reassuring is that, according to our materials analysis, the special alloy materials required to produce the 'Machine God' series of robots are very scarce, so mass production is not possible."
These words reassured Lin Mo a little, but the tension in his heart did not completely ease.
The inability to find the mastermind means that the threat remains.
Tong Di hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering something difficult to say.
He frowned, but finally decided to tell the person he could trust about his biggest doubt.
“Uncle KING, actually… when I was analyzing these robot wrecks and blueprints, I had a very familiar feeling.”
His voice was very low, as if he were telling a huge secret.
"Many of their design concepts, and even some of their underlying control code, give me a feeling that... it's very similar to the robots created by the Doctor... no, Metal Knight."
"Metal Knight?" Lin Mo frowned.
The 6th ranked S-class hero, the mysterious and enigmatic scientist Dr. Bofoy.
“Yes.” Child Emperor nodded firmly, but the confusion on his face deepened.
"But I always feel something is off, though I can't quite put my finger on what it is..."
Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully and said in a deep voice:
"Is it possible that someone stole Metal Knight's core data? If so, the similarity in the design of the robots would make sense."
“It’s not impossible,” Child Emperor admitted. “However, I worked as the doctor’s assistant for a period of time, and I know very well how terrifying his security system is.”
"Stealing data from him would be no less difficult than confronting the entire Hero Association head-on. Moreover... the defense system of the Hero Association headquarters was also designed entirely by him."
Child Emperor seemed to remember something, his expression becoming hesitant and complicated. He murmured softly in a voice only he could hear:
"Does this mean... I should just go and ask the doctor himself..."
Lin Mo didn't hear Tong Di's mutterings clearly. He had already told the other party the information he knew, thus achieving his purpose for the trip.
He glanced at the clock on the laboratory wall and said to Child Emperor:
"Well, that's all the information I have for now. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Child Emperor finally snapped out of his thoughts.
He looked at KING, who was about to turn and leave, and finally, the huge question in his heart could not be suppressed and blurted out.
"Why... are you telling me all this?"
He suddenly raised his head, his wise eyes looking directly into King's eyes for the first time, trying to find the answer within them.
These two secrets, whether it's the "Machine God" organization or the "God," are far too important. Their immense weight is enough to crush any person who knows them, even to the point of mental breakdown.
KING chose to tell himself all of this, not to show off or share his fear.
“Because I need an ally.” Lin Mo’s answer was concise and direct, without the slightest hesitation.
"Allies?" Child Emperor repeated the word, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"An ally who understands all of this and is capable of preparing for it."
Lin Mo looked around the laboratory, which represented the highest level of human technology, and finally fixed his gaze on Tong Di.
"Looking around at all the S-class heroes, Blast's whereabouts are unpredictable, Metal Knight is an unknown and untrustworthy person, Drive Knight's identity is a mystery, Tornado has power but is too arrogant, and the rest..."
"They were either pure combatants or not mature enough to handle the secret."
“Only you, Child Emperor.” Lin Mo’s tone was extremely serious.
"You possess the highest level of human intelligence and master the most advanced technology. Against [gods], fists alone are useless."
"What we need is knowledge and analysis, to find a way to break the game before it actually happens."
Child Emperor's heart began to pound violently at that moment.
This is no longer fear, but an unprecedented sense of mission entrusted with a great responsibility.
An indescribable surge of heat rose from his chest and instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.
He understood that KING's visit today was not just to reveal a truth, but also an invitation and a form of recognition.
Instantly, Tong Di felt a surge of heat rush to his head, sweeping away the fatigue and drowsiness accumulated from days of research, replaced by excitement and high morale.
His gaze became incredibly resolute, as if a flame burned within it.
At this moment, Lin Mo had already reached the exit of the laboratory. He didn't turn around, but simply waved goodbye to Tong Di:
"Goodbye, Child Emperor. I hope we'll both have made progress when we meet again."
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On the way back, the evening sunset painted the sky a brilliant orange-red, and the soft light gilded the city with a warm gold.
Lin Mo glanced at the red sunset that was about to sink below the horizon, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
Immediately, I felt much more relaxed.
He admitted that his words to Child Emperor contained elements of manipulation; he mainly used Child Emperor to inform the association of the existence of the "gods," a crisis that was bound to come sooner or later.
However, that's not entirely a lie.
He definitely needs Child Emperor's help.
Facing that unfathomable "god", having great strength alone is far from enough.
After all, no one knows what unknown methods the enemy possesses.
They need more intelligence, more in-depth analysis, and ideally, they need to find ways to counter them before the final battle.
Fortunately, Lin Mo was never fighting alone.
Humanity's most powerful weapon has never been the fist of a single hero, but rather the collective wisdom, courage, and unwavering hope.
Lin Mo raised his head, gazing at the last rays of sunset on the horizon, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
He is a human being.
Chapter 130 Super Fighting Tournament
As I pushed open the apartment door, a familiar scent wafted towards me.
Meanwhile, the television in the living room was blaring exaggerated background music and actors delivering overly forceful lines.
And that man—Saitama—was lying on the tatami in a completely unseemly "spread-eagle" position.
He casually picked at his toes with one hand, while holding a worn-out comic book in the other. His eyes wandered blankly across the pages, clearly his mind was far away.
The classic yellow and red combat suit was carelessly tossed in the corner.
He was wearing only a white T-shirt and athletic shorts, his bald head reflecting a bright light in the afterglow of the setting sun.
In stark contrast to this extremely lazy scene is his cyborg disciple, Genos, standing beside him.
Genos sat upright, his back ramrod straight, his golden mechanical eyes gleaming.
He was meticulously studying the manuscript in his hand—the one Lin Mo had given him a few days ago: [KING Style Secrets: Martial Arts: Mechanized Combat].
In Genos's eyes, this was undoubtedly a new path to gain greater power.
Next to Genos, there was a hardcover notebook and a metal mechanical pencil neatly placed.
Lin Mo's curiosity was piqued, so he tiptoed over quietly, wanting to see what insights Genos had gained from the manual.
The handwriting in the notebook was impeccably neat, every stroke and line executed with great force.
"At 8:16 PM, the teacher ended her three-hour-long state of unconscious blankness and began cleaning her feet, perhaps to maintain the body's optimal activity level in a non-combat state..."
A fine black line appeared on Lin Mo's forehead, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
He felt a sincere admiration for Genos's peculiar and even bizarre thought process.
Genos is probably the only person in the world who can analyze picking one's toes in such a profound and unfathomable way, even elevating it to the philosophical level of the origin of power.
"I'm back." He finally couldn't help but speak, breaking the strange silence as he walked towards the television.
"Oh, welcome back."
Saitama didn't even look up, just lazily responded, his eyes still glued to the comic book.
"How about hot pot for dinner? The supermarket downstairs is having a 50% off Wagyu beef sale today," Lin Mo suggested.
Before he could finish speaking, Genos on the other side had already reacted.
He slammed the manuscript shut with a swift, silent motion, then immediately switched from a sitting to a standing position, bowing respectfully to Lin Mo at a precise ninety-degree angle.