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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 · SF
レビュー数が足りません
105 Chs

The Table Has Turned

In the cover of the night, a large truck rumbled stealthily through the dimly lit streets of District Nine, its tires rolling over the cracked and worn pavement with a low rumble. 

The darkness served as its cloak, concealing its presence as it made its way toward the extreme end of the district.

The truck's darkened exterior blended seamlessly with the shadows, its windows tinted to prevent any prying eyes from glimpsing its contents. 

Its headlights were dimmed, casting a faint glow that barely pierced through the night's obscurity.

As it ventured deeper into the heart of District Nine, the surroundings grew more desolate, with abandoned buildings and neglected structures standing like silent sentinels. 

The air was thick with an aura of uncertainty and danger, as if the night itself held secrets that it was unwilling to reveal.

The truck's occupants remained shrouded in anonymity, their intentions concealed behind closed doors.