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Chapter 4
chapter 002 part 2
A God of Machines!
Countless forces and departments held emergency meetings, everyone's face grim. They held high positions and possessed a longer-term vision, acutely aware of how terrifying the emergence of someone like Martin was in modern society. This impact was even greater than that brought by any Superhero or Supervillain!
A single man could become an army, and this army was infinite, yet they had no way to restrain Martin!
At a global secret meeting, Nick Fury's face was solemn as he said deeply, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no doubt that this person is the most unique ability user we have ever faced in Earth's history!"
"Throughout human history, no matter what crisis humanity faced, there was always enough courage and determination to handle it. Even Apocalypse, who awoke from Ancient Egypt last century, was ultimately re-buried after multi-party efforts. But this individual..."
"Currently, we still don't know the upper limit of his Mass Production, but it's definitely not just two million! Furthermore, considering the Transformation Speed of these Transformers, from ordinary Mechanical Constructs to War Machines, it only takes a matter of seconds. He alone almost possesses the ability to cripple human civilization, yet we lack effective countermeasures against him!"
Even if we deploy Nuclear Missiles, those missiles still rely on machines to launch them, and a Nuclear Missile itself is a precise, complex, gigantic mechanical device, isn't it?
As long as it's a machine, it's under Martin's control. Martin possesses supreme Authority!
"Therefore, I propose we accelerate the formation of the Special Operations Team. We need our own Superpowered Team!" Nick Fury's single eye gleamed with sharp light.
Hydra base.
Madame Viper turned off the television, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Find a way to contact this person. Our great ambition of world domination needs him."
A certain Steel Island in the Atlantic Ocean.
Magneto slowly opened his eyes, ceasing his control over the Magnetic Field. He had already received countless Electromagnetic Waves by controlling Earth's Magnetic Field and knew what had happened. He immediately declared, "Brotherhood elites, assemble at once! We're going to New York! If those politicians dare to stop us, we'll force our way in! Martin is very likely a Mutant, and a Level Four Mutant at that! We need to bring him into the Brotherhood!"
No one desired Martin more than Magneto. He truly needed a Level Four Mutant as his successor. Throughout the entire Brotherhood, there wasn't a single Level Four Mutant who satisfied him and could take over the Brotherhood's leadership – of course, he also wouldn't know that his daughter, Scarlet Witch, possessed equally terrifying potential.
The entire Earth was shaken by Martin. Countless forces convened emergency meetings, pondering countermeasures.
Even on The Moon, the Inhumans who had left Earth and migrated their entire race to the Moon, found it hard to remain calm.
Their most powerful leader, whose strength surpassed Level Four and Sub-Skyfather levels, the incredibly low-key Black Bolt, who had barely stepped into the Skyfather realm, now gazed at Earth, falling into a prolonged silence.
[Please give us flowers and votes!].
Chapter 5
Martin had anticipated the various stirs he had caused, but he had no mind to pay attention. His future ultimately lay in the vast, boundless Multiverse, clashing with countless ancient Deities and powerful races.
A mere tremor caused on Earth was truly nothing to him.
"Megatron, the supreme leader of the Decepticons faction, a legendary warrior, bloody and brutal..."
Martin drove his Beetle along unhurriedly. Anyone who tried to follow him, Martin would simply move a thought, activate all the machines they carried, and then forcibly divert them in the opposite direction.
He just didn't like being watched.
He returned home.
The first floor was a repair shop, the second floor his residence. This was Martin's home, a perfect blend of life and work.
Closing the door with a bang, Martin closed his eyes and began to summon Megatron.
A Black Cube immediately appeared in his palm. After emitting a series of mechanical sounds, it shone with brilliant light, and a figure instantly appeared in the repair shop.
Its figure was incredibly tall, approximately ten meters high, its entire silver Chassis exuding mystery and nobility. Sharp protrusions along its edges gleamed coldly. In its slowly opening red eyes, a powerful stream of information flashed in an instant, and a strong scent of blood wafted forth.
[Megatron]
[Decepticon Army (Leader)]
[Personality: Cold-blooded (Decisiveness +30%)]
[Height: 10 meters]
[Energy: Ten Million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Four]
[Motto: Decepticons, attack!]
[Evaluation: Master of the Decepticon Army, the supreme faith of the Decepticons. His cold-blooded personality grants him exceptional decisiveness, always allowing him to discard emotional entanglements and make decisions that maximize benefits.]
Martin looked at the behemoth, and all the information about Megatron immediately appeared in his mind. This data was so precise it could even detail the health of every single screw.
Megatron slowly stood his ground, lowering his head. The moment he saw Martin, his red Optic Sensors immediately brightened. The intense malice and bloodlust instantly receded somewhat, and he immediately knelt on one knee.
"My Creator, Megatron pledges all his loyalty to you. Executing your commands is my lifelong dream—though, if possible, I would actually prefer to lead a Legion in independent operations."
"Very good, Megatron."
Martin scrutinized the gigantic Transformer, a true work of art, with a look of awe. He had to admit, Megatron's appearance was simply too powerful. His fluid physique was naturally a weapon of war; every curve conformed to the most perfect Chassis engineering.
Megatron was born for slaughter. Beneath his feet, there would never be peace and tranquility, only endless blood and wails.
Martin walked around Megatron, letting out a sigh, then asked, "Megatron, do you know Optimus Prime?"
"Optimus Prime? My core data contains records about him. Although I've never met him, according to this information, he is a very annoying individual, always discussing boring concepts of universal love and equality."
Megatron tapped his own head, producing a loud clang, and retrieved relevant data about Optimus Prime from his memory banks, a hint of disdain appearing on his face.
"Most importantly, this Optimus Prime is of Civilian Transformer origin, small in stature, and looks very weak at a glance." Megatron said with disdain.
Indeed, Optimus Prime, being a few meters tall, was indeed a midget compared to the 10-meter-tall Megatron.
By the way, the main Transformers in the Decepticon Army were all of Military Transformer origin, such as tanks and bombers, generally robust and tall in stature.
Just then, in the dead of night, a knock suddenly came from outside.
(end of chapter)
A God of Machines!
Countless forces and departments held emergency meetings, everyone's face grim. They held high positions and possessed a longer-term vision, acutely aware of how terrifying the emergence of someone like Martin was in modern society. This impact was even greater than that brought by any Superhero or Supervillain!
A single man could become an army, and this army was infinite, yet they had no way to restrain Martin!
At a global secret meeting, Nick Fury's face was solemn as he said deeply, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no doubt that this person is the most unique ability user we have ever faced in Earth's history!"
"Throughout human history, no matter what crisis humanity faced, there was always enough courage and determination to handle it. Even Apocalypse, who awoke from Ancient Egypt last century, was ultimately re-buried after multi-party efforts. But this individual..."
"Currently, we still don't know the upper limit of his Mass Production, but it's definitely not just two million! Furthermore, considering the Transformation Speed of these Transformers, from ordinary Mechanical Constructs to War Machines, it only takes a matter of seconds. He alone almost possesses the ability to cripple human civilization, yet we lack effective countermeasures against him!"
Even if we deploy Nuclear Missiles, those missiles still rely on machines to launch them, and a Nuclear Missile itself is a precise, complex, gigantic mechanical device, isn't it?
As long as it's a machine, it's under Martin's control. Martin possesses supreme Authority!
"Therefore, I propose we accelerate the formation of the Special Operations Team. We need our own Superpowered Team!" Nick Fury's single eye gleamed with sharp light.
Hydra base.
Madame Viper turned off the television, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Find a way to contact this person. Our great ambition of world domination needs him."
A certain Steel Island in the Atlantic Ocean.
Magneto slowly opened his eyes, ceasing his control over the Magnetic Field. He had already received countless Electromagnetic Waves by controlling Earth's Magnetic Field and knew what had happened. He immediately declared, "Brotherhood elites, assemble at once! We're going to New York! If those politicians dare to stop us, we'll force our way in! Martin is very likely a Mutant, and a Level Four Mutant at that! We need to bring him into the Brotherhood!"
No one desired Martin more than Magneto. He truly needed a Level Four Mutant as his successor. Throughout the entire Brotherhood, there wasn't a single Level Four Mutant who satisfied him and could take over the Brotherhood's leadership – of course, he also wouldn't know that his daughter, Scarlet Witch, possessed equally terrifying potential.
The entire Earth was shaken by Martin. Countless forces convened emergency meetings, pondering countermeasures.
Even on The Moon, the Inhumans who had left Earth and migrated their entire race to the Moon, found it hard to remain calm.
Their most powerful leader, whose strength surpassed Level Four and Sub-Skyfather levels, the incredibly low-key Black Bolt, who had barely stepped into the Skyfather realm, now gazed at Earth, falling into a prolonged silence.
[Please give us flowers and votes!].
Chapter 5
Martin had anticipated the various stirs he had caused, but he had no mind to pay attention. His future ultimately lay in the vast, boundless Multiverse, clashing with countless ancient Deities and powerful races.
A mere tremor caused on Earth was truly nothing to him.
"Megatron, the supreme leader of the Decepticons faction, a legendary warrior, bloody and brutal..."
Martin drove his Beetle along unhurriedly. Anyone who tried to follow him, Martin would simply move a thought, activate all the machines they carried, and then forcibly divert them in the opposite direction.
He just didn't like being watched.
He returned home.
The first floor was a repair shop, the second floor his residence. This was Martin's home, a perfect blend of life and work.
Closing the door with a bang, Martin closed his eyes and began to summon Megatron.
A Black Cube immediately appeared in his palm. After emitting a series of mechanical sounds, it shone with brilliant light, and a figure instantly appeared in the repair shop.
Its figure was incredibly tall, approximately ten meters high, its entire silver Chassis exuding mystery and nobility. Sharp protrusions along its edges gleamed coldly. In its slowly opening red eyes, a powerful stream of information flashed in an instant, and a strong scent of blood wafted forth.
[Megatron]
[Decepticon Army (Leader)]
[Personality: Cold-blooded (Decisiveness +30%)]
[Height: 10 meters]
[Energy: Ten Million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Four]
[Motto: Decepticons, attack!]
[Evaluation: Master of the Decepticon Army, the supreme faith of the Decepticons. His cold-blooded personality grants him exceptional decisiveness, always allowing him to discard emotional entanglements and make decisions that maximize benefits.]
Martin looked at the behemoth, and all the information about Megatron immediately appeared in his mind. This data was so precise it could even detail the health of every single screw.
Megatron slowly stood his ground, lowering his head. The moment he saw Martin, his red Optic Sensors immediately brightened. The intense malice and bloodlust instantly receded somewhat, and he immediately knelt on one knee.
"My Creator, Megatron pledges all his loyalty to you. Executing your commands is my lifelong dream—though, if possible, I would actually prefer to lead a Legion in independent operations."
"Very good, Megatron."
Martin scrutinized the gigantic Transformer, a true work of art, with a look of awe. He had to admit, Megatron's appearance was simply too powerful. His fluid physique was naturally a weapon of war; every curve conformed to the most perfect Chassis engineering.
Megatron was born for slaughter. Beneath his feet, there would never be peace and tranquility, only endless blood and wails.
Martin walked around Megatron, letting out a sigh, then asked, "Megatron, do you know Optimus Prime?"
"Optimus Prime? My core data contains records about him. Although I've never met him, according to this information, he is a very annoying individual, always discussing boring concepts of universal love and equality."
Megatron tapped his own head, producing a loud clang, and retrieved relevant data about Optimus Prime from his memory banks, a hint of disdain appearing on his face.
"Most importantly, this Optimus Prime is of Civilian Transformer origin, small in stature, and looks very weak at a glance." Megatron said with disdain.
Indeed, Optimus Prime, being a few meters tall, was indeed a midget compared to the 10-meter-tall Megatron.
By the way, the main Transformers in the Decepticon Army were all of Military Transformer origin, such as tanks and bombers, generally robust and tall in stature.
Just then, in the dead of night, a knock suddenly came from outside.
(end of chapter)
