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The Legendary Robot Fighter with Optimal Universal System

Pablo yearned to follow in his father's footsteps, who had been lost at sea on his quest to become the greatest robot fighter in the world. However, the harsh realities of the world made him realize that there was more to life than just being a robot creator. He was betrayed by both his father's aide and his girlfriend, and losing the once-mighty da-Fonte Robotics to the enemy left him feeling worthless and bitter, as if he were nothing but a burden to his legendary family. Overwhelmed with grief, he retreated to his father's hometown, drowning in sorrow and consumed by regret. He resigned himself to a life of misery and was simply waiting for death. Just when he thought he had given up on life, a simple act of kindness in the small, backward town changed everything for him. Through this act, he discovered a new purpose and reason to keep going. And so, the birth of the legendary robot fighter began. When he thought everything was finally on the right path, he discovered a huge secret-- Robots were not meant for fighting in the ring alone, they have a higher purpose that carries the weight of mankind's survival. Then a question pops up in his mind. "Is this related to the disappearance of my father?"

_EverSmile · Romance
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105 Chs

Narrow Escape

Pablo crouched low in the corner of the dilapidated building, fear etched deeply on his face. 

The crumbling walls around him seemed to close in, mirroring the suffocating sense of dread that enveloped him. 

His breaths were shallow and rapid, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

Through the broken windows and gaps in the walls, he caught glimpses of the three savage men and their ruthless robots closing in on him from all sides. 

The flickering light outside cast grotesque shadows on the walls, creating a haunting dance of darkness and uncertainty.

The savage men were an intimidating sight to behold, their faces contorted with malice and an unmistakable hunger for dominance. 

Each step they took sent echoes reverberating through the derelict building, their presence closing in like a tightening noose.