Chapter 242 – GOOD ENDING 006 Codename Sonia
[Turn the roulette back and forth…]
It doesn’t look as hard as the dragon-type cyborg 05, but it’s D City with dragon horns growing out of its head and a shiny tail. A broadcaster from Dragon City broadcasts the destruction of Sky City live with a remote drone…
[Thank you for your donation, invisible dragon! I’ll spin the wheel twice in a row! Turn around, turn around…♡]
The streamer’s screen comes to mind as the wheel program runs, [Suicide Drone★ X2] And [Drop a supply box with nothing X1].
“Uh…Drone…Terrorism…Really?”
(That… That’s something like this…)
SNA06 recalls the drone terror incident that was stopped long ago in Sky City by joining forces with Slave Walker.
Even if that wasn’t the case, the odds were set to the lowest, but even a list of really terrible prizes, hiring a safety-spec android and dispatching it to Sky City…
[You cried! Thank you for your support! ‘This time, please, a hunting android…’ Yes! Spin the wheel again! This time… Aha. Are you unmanned again? ]
Even though I’m not on good terms with Dragon City. A situation where a broadcast promising to release hunting androids in other people’s cities with such settings went up in the real-time rankings.
“Ugh…”
A magistrate looks at Sonia, a cyborg who inadvertently strains her mouth on the screen of a communication terminal that shows such a scene as it is, with a friendly gaze.
“I don’t know the purpose, but I know who did it, Sonia.
City has become like this, so I can’t guarantee anything. Still… “
Although I can’t give you a price. In Sky City, which has built a request system that pays for help even in the name of a hero, I know better than anyone that seeking help is a shameless request as a representative of Sky City…
“Hmph. Please don’t say more, magistrate. If you really did, you wouldn’t have come out. Right. Commander? Doctor?”
“I see.”
“I see. Magistrate?”
The two black panthers answered while returning the golden eyes of the blonde busty cyborg. They were representatives of cyber life.
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“Really Laura? It’s fortunate. I thought I was caught up in it. I’m really sorry if I did… Anyway, it’s been a while. Laura?”
“””Long time no see Laura.”””
“…Chit…”
“What? This. Four.”
“Haha…You’re the one that blew up the city…”
Four people. Maybe your body
Lorazepam, who had been sitting in a row on top of the collapsed rubble and came to visit with Cyber Life’s security unit staff.
Just staring at the magistrate from afar, then right in front of him. It was only then that we narrowed the distance to the point where we could have a conversation. Aren’t all four bodies the same? One of the only tall buildings looking down on the rest. One body.
Four beings looking down at Sonia’s party.
Similar to each other, they wear leotard-type bodysuits and gauntlets with modules attached to them…But they radiate a different feeling that is slightly different from cyborgs and androids.
It was the same with the floating pin panel, but it seemed clear that he was the one who made Sky City look like this just a while ago. Behind the four strange figures facing each other is the appearance of Sky City.
“…So, as this person said. The Qigong Goddess Prototype.
Simply put, in the past. A fighting weapon designed as a weapon long ago. Let it be.”
The old times. It was made by capturing a living girl to deal with humanity … Before it fully worked as a combat weapon, Sonia heard the explanation that she was rescued by a reincarnated person who had been with Lorazepam before that.
So this attack. In the days when the magistrate roamed the world after the attack that destroyed Sky City, he often saw them firing at opponents, not at him…
One body. Called. I did. A slightly different old era. Golden eyes staring at the sight of three more prototype battle weapons standing… And the magistrate who caught them.
“Thanks for the introduction. Laura? But Laura is still the same. Rather, I think her heart has grown old… Laura is just as sad as I am! Thank goodness.”
“…I’d like to ask first who’s responsible for making this prosperous city look like this. But before that, could you explain it to me first?”
“I’m sorry I ruined the city. But I’m a human being. I can develop into infinite possibilities at any time, right? That…Yeah. Praise human beings?”
From the gaze of the watching cyber life, it seems like the conversation is going on, but it looks like a combat weapon from the old era that seems to be distorted… But even though it had the means to attack from a distance first…
Cyborgs who can’t act rashly at the leisurely appearance of the person they’ve been waiting for.
“You keep crying…
“Bread!”
“…I remember that there was only one thing that clung to me.”
The words are cute, but the beam bit barely misses the magistrate’s face when he flicks his fingertips cutely.
“Really Laura. That’s right. Ahaha. I’m sorry!
Those are made by me Is it useful?”
“””Isn’t it, Laura?”””
Three combat weapons similar to themselves. Pointing her finger at the combat weapon in the form of a girl… This time with a gaze with the light in her eyes gone. An old-time combat weapon that tucks both cheeks happily. Prototype.
[Because I’ve been through it. It wasn’t difficult to make an exact replica! I’ve been through it once, so is this enough? But lonely! Loneliness is almost over now!]
The opponent’s remarks that proudly declare that they made it with the girls who should be their bodies. It’s similar to humanoid and droneization, at least brainwashing combatants, but…
This time, with one knee bent, palm on top, and fingers raised, it was a combat weapon pointing to Pinefrine and the others who were staring at such an absurd situation.
“It’s different from what I expected. The audience has increased. But there is no change.
Did you say epinephrine? Come back when you have a chance.”
“I didn’t expect to hear something like this from someone who blew up the city.”
Even the taciturn cyborg Black Panther was dumbfounded and said it out loud. This time, the main culprit of this situation comes down from the wreckage and speaks silently.
“I’ve learned that problems that can be solved without fighting are best.
Unlike us, Laura has learned a thing in the meantime! It doesn’t look like it!
That’s why I leave when I have a chance… I’m leaving.”
“Listen to me, but I can’t seem to listen to you… Could you please speak a little more clearly?”
“”””I want to see the benefactor of us/us/all/this again.””””
“”””Next, to create a golden future for the Earth he was meant to protect…Unlike anyone who has lost their will.””””
“Ugh…”
A combat weapon prototype that sarcastically answers Sonia’s request-like questions.
“How. Why. Are you trying to stop us?
The loss of only four cities and the resolution of this debacle. Which one to choose is a natural result. And yet Laura is stopping us who were once together. Sad-
A world that began to lose color and color in an instant, without anyone being able to say who was first.
Sonia’s golden eyes weren’t brainwashed by Luce, but from her purple eyes… To the purple bodysuit of the prototype combat weapon. The process of losing color when the few rules of the world begin.
The only magistrate who stole the first turn with the correction of surprise bonus.
In a world that changed to black and white and then changed as if it were drawn only with lines, he was the only one who was allowed to regain his own color of blue and move only as much as it was set.
“That’s why you shouldn’t have given Sunton away.
The most basic rule of Sky City… I don’t know if you don’t know… You did a good job. Sonia!”
Although it was close. SNA06 succeeded in bringing the person in charge of the disaster right in front of him, who had been keeping his distance with a question close to provocation.
-Pu-wook…!
The magistrate swung the pickaxe he was holding at the defenseless prototype ship, which would be embarrassing to even call it a bodysuit.
Even if you get hit by a monster, even if you fall alone on the road, or if you take damage, a yellow-orange number pops up.
A magistrate who focuses on the color of the number rather than the amount of damage.
“…Red.”
Critical Hit. Critical Hit. Fatal blow.
…As one of the world’s rules. A lucky strike that does more damage than usual.
First, each person’s luck ability is different, and the first judgment is based on the external variable of the weapon’s critical hit probability… The magistrate’s blow that has already safely passed the critical hit judgment.
Next. Each bonus that comes out when you roll a five-sided die.
-1 that simply does double damage
-2 that moderately penetrates the opponent’s armor while dealing double damage
– 3 that ignores the opponent’s stamina
– A stroke of luck that knocks down the opponent while ignoring the luck of the opponent with an unbearable shock 4
– Rather, it is the best judgment of a critical hit that completely ignores armor as evidence of ruthless violence and receives a soft judgment. 5
Even if it was trained to the end, it was impossible to deal with the prototype of an old-time war weapon that went beyond the frame of an ordinary person… But Lorazepam’s perk that raised the critical hit rating by one level.
Verdict 6. Instant death. Instant death
Pass the critical hit test. The magistrate succeeds in rolling the dice again and getting the highest score of 5.
As much as he risked his life with a low probability to solve the situation. Really pointless.
If it was a novel, it’s pick enough to be colorless if there was a meaning to pull out the illustration. A combat weapon girl who died, left a huge hole in her stomach and stopped working.
“””Uh…Communication…Error…Request for repair. Check…Well…Don’t worry, you hurt ‘me’ like this…Laura Ah! Please retrieve it quickly and repair it!”””
“You know I brought you here for this, right? Epinephrine Commander?”
The magistrate who shut down the pickaxe again, but made a stance to keep it from being retrieved because it could possibly be taken and repaired.
“It looks like you can’t use that attack unless it’s the original. Sonia… Hah!”
While talking, the magistrate slams the pickaxe down at the immobilized fighting weapon… And the attack order is given to Sonia’s security forces, who are slightly relaxed.
“…Go…Attack! Attack everyone!”
I know they know each other, but I don’t know what happened between them, or why they destroyed the city, or their true plans. The villain who accidentally destroyed Sky City. Like a magistrate dismantling one by one with a pickaxe.
A two-digit identification number. As soon as the members of the security forces, who were going beyond three seats, gathered in one place. The remaining villains were equally destroyed by the magistrate’s pickaxe.
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When the last one was ‘mined’, the Cyber Life employees sat on the floor as if they had made a promise.
It was an overwhelming number against the trained cyborg, but it was a tough fight as the opponent was made with technology that did not exist…
“Everyone has suffered. …Blowhole. Send a rescue request through the common communication channel.”
“…Didn’t I tell you? You sent a rescue request from the beginning? We turned it on when we left the base? That dragon broadcast. Did you comment on it? Haha.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard of it.” “This is the first time I’ve said it.”
“…That doctor?”
“What’s wrong? Popular Sonia? Giggling… Haha… Ah. You earned a lot of donations through broadcasting. Sonia?”
Sonia, her face red and angry at her strange tinnitus, continued to ask the question she was about to ask.
“If it’s a public channel…”, “We. Popular people…”
“I…You mean everything we said was broadcast!”
Looking at the Disaster Relief Mark’s helicopter flying towards them from the outskirts of Sky City, which is still half-formed, the employees of CyberLife Corporation laughed and started kicking Dr. Blowhole.
