Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 11 Found

For a period of time afterward, whenever Zhen Tianzun didn't use the projection, she would stand in front of him, diligently researching information.

Several times, Zhen Tianzun had to drag her out of the study.

However, she also obtained a lot of information.

In posts related to "private jobs at the Academy of Sciences," there are always a few regular users talking about one particular device.

Moreover, when ordinary users mention "old technical station" or "experimental station", their tone is often very complicated.

Some people are clearly afraid of him, and their comments about him are tinged with resentment, like mice seeing a cat.

Some people clearly admire his skills and always say things like "He really has the skills" or "He fixed it really well".

Some people might complain, "He's incredibly sarcastic, but he's really good at self-control."

Yin Vector stared at these reviews for a long time, and the more he looked, the more he felt that they were not talking about a repair shop, but rather about a specific machine.

A machine with a terrible temper, a sharp tongue, and ridiculously high technical skills.

She subconsciously tapped her fingers on the edge of the console, just about to scroll down to the next few regular users, when a soft metallic clanging sound came from the study doorway.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Zhen Tianzun leaning against the door watching her.

"You've been really into researching these things lately."

Without even blinking, Yin Liu said, "This isn't addiction, it's survival."

Zhen Tianzun snorted coldly and raised his chin: "Come out."

"what?"

"Let's see if you still want those legs."

He dragged the vector away from the console, muttering to himself, "I almost found something useful here."

Zhen Tianzun ignored her and pressed her down into a chair with both hands.

"Lift your legs up."

Do as directed for the vector.

Zhen Tianzun looked down at the old, damaged seam on her left leg, pressed his finger nearby, and frowned.

"It's even more crooked than it was a few days ago."

"Huh?" The vector looked down and followed suit. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes, it does for me."

He raised his hand again and touched the edge of the fin on her back, his fingertips brushing against the outer armor that was beginning to feel rough.

"This area is also expanding outwards."

The vector suddenly seemed a little reluctant to speak.

"How much have you eaten recently?" Zhen Tianzun suddenly asked.

"A little more than before," she answered honestly, "and it empties even faster."

Zhen Tianzun glanced at her: "Is the flame still flickering?"

"Occasionally, but not very noticeably. It just occasionally lights up suddenly, or shrinks."

Zhen Tianzun didn't say anything more, but simply withdrew his hand, his tone very indifferent: "If this drags on any longer, your shell will only deteriorate faster."

Now the vector is even more of a headache.

The culprit clearly had no interest in caring about her worries, and after saying that, he threw her out of the study.

-

After a few more Star Weeks, Zhen Tianzun went to the arena much more frequently than before.

Yin Vector didn't follow him much anymore, only occasionally waiting for him backstage.

Once, while he was dealing with post-match matters, he happened to run into a machine from the arena who came to find him.

The other person was overly polite, and their smile seemed fake.

"The last game went very well. If you can extend the game a little longer next time, the odds will be even more interesting."

Yin Xiang sat in the corner, his brows furrowed as he listened.

Zhen Tianzun didn't react at the time, he just gave that machine a cold look.

"roll."

The man's expression stiffened for a moment, but he eventually smiled and retreated.

Yin Vector remained silent, staring intently at Zhen Tianzun's expression. She could sense that he was genuinely angry this time.

The anger of a tiger when its tail is stepped on.

-

After that, the vector query was completely chaotic.

She didn't want to delay in the first place, but after hearing Zhen Tianzun say that her body was deteriorating, she felt even more that she couldn't delay any longer.

She couldn't afford to go down the path of the gladiatorial arena, and the official channels simply wouldn't accept her.

To repair this shell, she could only continue digging along the semi-underground line.

She tried sending messages to more than a dozen different accounts.

Some didn't reply at all, some only replied with "Don't ask this kind of question," and some simply blocked her.

Yin Vector stared at the row of unproductive private chat interfaces, almost wondering if he had been working for nothing.

Much later, an old account with a drab profile picture and a username that looked like it had been typed out casually finally replied to her slowly.

Asking about this kind of work doesn't seem like you'd be looking for a regular repair shop.

The vector immediately sat up straight, like a student being called on by the teacher.

She quickly returned.

My physical condition is not quite normal.

Looking for someone who can repair this type of casing.

There was a long silence on the other end before another sentence came through.

[If I really want to fix that shell that's about to fall apart, I should go find that guy from the Academy of Sciences in Qingqiu City.]

[This assumes you can stand his mouth.]

When I sent it again, the other party didn't reply.

The vector stared at those two sentences for a long time.

Qingqiu City.

Academy of Sciences.

His breath smells terrible.

She immediately switched to the other public database and dumped those words into it all at once.

After filtering out a bunch of messy old documents and nominal researchers, one name finally stood out.

Red spider.