Chapter 15: Crushing Robots
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"I am assigned to protect the head of the Genovese family," the two robots intoned in eerie unison, their eyes glowing menacingly as they fixed their gaze on me. "It does not matter why you are here. I, C3, the most powerful robot of The Organisation, will eliminate you."
"Then bring it on," I replied, scanning the robots.
**C3 - 005**
*Robot of The Organisation*
*Species:* Mechanical Life Form
*Health:* 603,052/603,052
*Mana:* 0/0
*STR:* 34,312
*VIT:* 46,015
*DEX:* 26,321
*INT:* 89,452
*WIS:* 57,631
*LUK:* 4,698
*Martial Arts Style:* N/A
Their health was impressive, but their other stats likely fell within the lower end of the S-Class range. They could probably defeat an early-series Genos but would be easily outmatched by top heroes like Flash, Bang, Atomic Samurai, Darkshine, and Tatsumaki.
As I analyzed their stats, the robots' scorpion-like scales flashed, distracting me just enough for their lasers to strike me. I was hurled through a wall and into what appeared to be a kitchen. The cappuccino machine there was nicer than any I'd seen, so I hurled it at the robots in a fit of frustration. It was incinerated instantly by another barrage of lasers, providing me with the opportunity to close the distance and punch one of the robots in the face.
Surprisingly, my punch only left a dent in the robot's metal face instead of obliterating it. The momentary distraction almost allowed a laser from the other robot to hit me. I quickly used a piece of shrapnel as a foothold to pivot and launch myself towards the second robot. This one turned its back to defend against my approach.
Once again, my punch barely made a dent in its tough endoskeleton, making me grin involuntarily. These robots were incredibly resilient, withstanding blows that would have devastated most Demon-level monsters. Their judgement and firepower were decent, though they were somewhat slow.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed the robot's back and vaulted over its tail, landing in front of it. I unleashed a series of blows to its optical area: the first cracked its glass, the second shattered it, and the third punch smashed through its cranium, pulling out its innards. The robot fell silent, its health bar reduced to zero.
In just three seconds, the original robot had managed to regain its footing. I observed it as it assessed the situation and began to speak again.
"Scanning database of subjects. Target identified as King, owner of CooKing Grates. Why would a small-time city chef attack the Genovese family? Is this about money? Who is backing you? How did you acquire such strength?" The robot's voice grew increasingly hysterical before stopping abruptly, replaced by a whirring sound. "Target identified. Backup requested. No restrictions on force."
"So they know who I am," I thought, apprehensive but resolute. Cameras were everywhere these days, and despite my efforts to blend in, it was only a matter of time before my identity became known. I had prepared for this, ensuring my family's safety from potential threats. I steeled myself and removed my mask.
As I prepared to advance, my Supreme Awareness of the Natural World warned me of an impending attack. I stepped back just as the floor beneath me exploded, showering me with debris. Blinded momentarily by dust, I looked up to see a massive whirling metal ball hurtling towards me. I dodged it by leaping upwards, but the ceiling collapsed as another metal sphere rolled down at me with bullet-like speed.
I tried to alter my momentum with a kick, but the immense force sent me crashing through another wall. Hopping to my feet, I faced another metal ball speeding towards me. I punched it with all my might, but my fist skidded off its surface, causing a hole through several walls before the ball collided with my face, leaving me momentarily embarrassed but unharmed.
The five remaining pangolin-scorpion robots surrounded me. The leader spoke, its voice cold and menacing. "You may be able to resist my blows, but I can do the same to you. My bodies can rotate at over 120,000 RPM, easily deflecting all attacks. You stand no chance against The Organisation's power."
"You guys have terrible luck," I said with a chuckle, loosening my arm muscles. "The issue isn't the speed but the quality of the rotations. Let me show you."
I began spinning my life force, matching the robots' rotational speed. As one robot barreled towards me, I countered with a precisely calculated punch. My fist crashed through its armor, breaking the robot's defenses and tearing out its power source. I stepped forward, ready to face the remaining robots.
"What?" one robot exclaimed as I swiftly advanced. I grabbed the nearest robot and tore it apart, using its parts to smash into the robot behind it. I crushed both robots' power cores and processors underfoot, noting that while health stats were usually crucial, they didn't mean much to me due to my Gamer's Body. Monsters generally had more health than humans, but it was a quirk I'd learned to manage.
Another robot tried to protest, "How dare—" but I didn't slow down. "Wait, don't come closer. If you do, I will…" The robot's threat was cut short as I formed Shun Shun Rika into a sword and sliced it in half.
The last robot, panicked, pleaded, "Wait, how did you do that? If you come closer, everyone in the city will die. We have a monster in the basement—a creature with terrifying power. The Organisation captured an egg from the Archipelago, and the mother easily defeated our entire robot team. If you don't—"
I used my psychic powers to crush the robot into a compact block of steel. Despite my resolve, I was concerned. I wasn't about to surrender to this organisation, and I wouldn't risk the city's safety. I turned away from the boss's likely location, knowing the potential threat below was more pressing. My quest for cash could wait. As I headed toward the basement, my senses went haywire, and I immediately broke my Power Sealing.