"It seems we...don't have a choice." Kuro's voice carried a hint of bitterness. "We can't even beat the robots with Kron Race bodies after consciousness transfer, let alone the countless hidden talents in the Outer City. Without your protection, we might be disassembled into parts in just a couple of days."
These words were quite sincere. With the strength Kuro and Yis currently had, if exiled to the Wilderness, they couldn't beat anyone.
"Since you've chosen to stay, everything becos easier." Li Zheng smiled, activated the ancient machinery production line in the capsule, and began slow production at a rate of twelve units per day. After all, materials were scarce, and producing too quickly wasn't a good thing.
This ti, Li Zheng did not restrict the usage of materials, starting directly with the lowest-grade Black Iron. Once exhausted, it would produce Bronze, Silver, and Gold Tiers. If low-grade materials were replenished in the future, the production order would automatically adjust back.
The greatest advantage of this production line acquired from the Ancient Ruins might be this intelligent production function Li Zheng now chose, which could save him a lot of operational work.
"Master, it's been quite a few days since we beca your subordinates, yet we haven't been able to know your na. I wonder..." Kuro slightly bowed and inquired.
Even though it was their own choice to serve at first, not knowing for whom they were working seed sowhat...shaful?
"My na?" Li Zheng's expression froze. How on earth should he say it?
Tell them his na was 'Li Zheng,' which was the sa as their enemy's?
Or let them know he might be 'the sa person' as that enemy?
"Just call ...Li Ji." Li Zheng hesitated, changing his na to sound like the husky he used to have.
"Understood." Kuroyis bowed respectfully: "Lord Jiba."
Li Zheng: "...It's Li Ji, not Jiba, dammit!"
Damn Lord Jiba. He just randomly picked a fake na, and sohow got himself into the organ group!
You can't bla the Kron Race lads for this. After all, to their ears, the na Li Zheng provided was Li Jiba (Li Zheng used Mandarin, which the translator got slightly wrong), not realizing the ji-not-ba joke.
Suddenly getting yelled at, Kuro felt bewildered, but quickly realized perhaps his master's race was very averse to others mispronouncing their nas, much like so races considering handshakes an infringent of their dignity.
Kuro imdiately apologized: "Sorry, Lord Ji, our race is accustod to addressing others by the latter part of their na, so... if there was any offense, please forgive us."
Li Zheng rolled his eyes: "Forget it, just call Master from now on. Dammit, this na sounds terrible no matter how you call it."
Lord Ji?
Lord Chicken?
Good guy, after leaving the organ group, did you imdiately turn to a special industry or what?
It seems naming really is a technical skill. If you're not careful, you can end up a complete joke.
Now it's too late to change, he'll just have them change how they address him for sothing that at least sounds more pleasant.
After chatting with Kuro for so long, the ntal fatigue from before was greatly reduced, and sleepiness surged back.
Li Zheng asked: "Do you two want to stay in the capsule, or move freely outside?"
Kuro observed and guessed: "Is the Master preparing to rest? We can guard your residence as before."
"Alright." Li Zheng stretched lazily and walked towards the greenhouse: "Before I wake up, no one is allowed to disturb my sleep."
Kuro bowed after him: "Understood, Master."
Then, after Li Zheng entered the greenhouse, Kuro and Yis stood at the door as before, like two cold gatekeepers, their electronic eyes staring straight ahead without a hint of emotion.
Regarding their current life of relying on others, Kuro and Yis were at peace. Even being in a lower status as guards was much better than hiding and shivering in fear in the Kron Race's territory.
Especially Yis, who had been hunted for countless years, living in fear every day, she had long had enough of such a life.
So when Li Zheng appeared before them, the seasoned Kuro, who had seen much of the world, proposed allying with Li Zheng, to which she agreed without so much as a second thought.
As long as she could leave a place as hellish as that, she would accept whatever was asked of her.
Unlike Kuro, she did not wish to find the so-called 'enemy' to avenge the Kron Race's current state, she just wanted to live a peaceful life, free of constant worry.
Even if it was brief, she would feel content.
As facts showed, Kuro's proposal was correct, aside from the monotonous guard duty and occasional dangers, she found other tis she seed to be living in the paradise legendary among the Kron Race.
Every day was carefree, she could stand there daydreaming all she wanted.
Although her consciousness now in a chanical body had certain limits, it didn't stop her from running her processor full-speed, wandering happily in her imaginary paradise.
Yis especially enjoyed her current life, thinking this might be what they call 'happiness.'
...
Li Zheng shook his head helplessly at Mirel, who was sprawled across half the bed: "Still call yourself the Enchanting Demon Race's little princess, huh? If all princesses slept like you, how could any prince marry you and have a happy life?"
He complained while gently moving Mirel inward, fitting her limbs into a more orderly posture, and lay down beside her still dressed.
"Mm..."
Sothing poked his back. Reaching down, he found it was Mirel's triangular tail.
"I just realized, after 'you're pulling my hair' as a classic saying from girls, Mirel could add 'you're pulling my tail'... truly hilarious!"
Just as he laid her tail down gently, Mirel seed to feel sothing and suddenly turned into an octopus, firmly grappling onto Li Zheng, and tossed a leg over him.
With that single move, Li Zheng felt he had beco a human pillow.
Li Zheng turned to look at the sleeping Mirel, her baby-soft skin, long fluttering eyelashes, exquisite features, and succulent lips exhaled a subtle fragrance like orchids and musk.
Such an alluring appearance, unfortunately, looked too young, making any male entity with improper thoughts feel guilty.
Each ti Li Zheng gazed at Mirel, he had a strange feeling inside.
Knowing full well the one before him was actually an eighty-year-old 'grandma,' even if sothing were to happen between them, legally it would be permissible. Parenthesis: Provided it's fully consensual.
But the mont he considered her appearance, all sinister thoughts evaporated, leaving only one lant: If only you could be like an ani character, an enchanting demon older sister, why not?
Preferably...
The thought incomplete, Li Zheng fell into a deep sleep.
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