My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit Chapter 360 306: Your Swarm Sacrifices Every Moment, While O

And now it seems evident that it failed to suppress the rebellion. Their team was ambushed by forr comrades, and even its core was torn out.

It appears that in the war with the Insect Race, those insects were unable to completely kill the soul of the Fearless cha. The Fearless cha could upload their soul data in unfavorable situations and then directly detonate their reserve hidden energy.

However, when fighting against the rebellious Fearless cha, this was not possible. The Rebel Army must have a ans to prevent the Fearless cha from uploading their soul, so this old cha, yearning for farm life, should be truly dead.

Otherwise, it wouldn't appear in Xue Dili's Consciousness Space.

Soon, Xue Dili welded a half-finished chanical arm for it and said, "Try it out?"

The Fearless cha was silent for a mont, then the chanical arm began to slowly rotate and move, seemingly performing well.

"19 control lines, you cold-soldered 4, causing to lose control when moving up and down, and you welded one wrong; just now I almost short-circuited," the Fearless cha comnted.

Xue Dili: "..."

It's my first ti learning to weld, it's normal to have problems, right...

Xue Dili imdiately started to rewire, spending a long ti before finally completing all the welding without any cold soldering issues, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Then the Fearless cha began operating the chanical arm and said, "Not bad, the magic product technology in your world is not that bad."

After speaking, it didn't need Xue Dili's help. It began using the chanical arm to sort out its own circuitry. The chanical arm was welded to its shell by Xue Dili, so it didn't fear it falling off.

An external cara was also added, allowing it to see behind itself and control the chanical arm to repair itself.

Xue Dili could only do this much; a dical student, after spending the entire day welding and attaching the chanical arm, had reached his limit.

If he were to fix more areas, he honestly couldn't do it. That's how science and engineering are; if you don't know, you just don't know. Like his dical studies, it's not as if you can just submit a random paper and graduate, then go perform surgeries in the ward; otherwise, it would be treating patients as guinea pigs.

And after beginning to repair himself, the Fearless cha casually asked, "Would you be willing to help ? If I wanted to return to the Empire, to support my country and my farm."

Xue Dili: "..."

Back then, you were just an agricultural cha, that farm wasn't yours; you're acting as if you were the farm's owner.

Thinking of this, Xue Dili refused to help, and he didn't want to get involved in this civil war between dovish and hawkish cha.

Although the Fearless cha didn't say much, Xue Dili could still guess. Each cha's life after retirent was different, leading to vastly different attitudes.

So chas, like it, perhaps found a good occupation after retirent and ford a new family, naturally embraced with hope for life, loving the post-retirent farm and family.

Then there might be those not as lucky, living in families with an alcoholic father, a deceased mother, and a girl who wouldn't be dissuaded from wanting to form a band, getting the cara smashed by beer cans every day, or even threatened with forced dismantling, finally rebelling out of sheer frustration.

After all, chas like them have independent intelligence and thinking capabilities; treating them as independent magical beings is more appropriate.

The Rebel Army must be thinking, "Did we fight so hard killing bugs for such a shitty life after the war ended?"

So, gathering chas like themselves, they called out slogans like "Are the lords and princes of the Empire uniquely born?" and rebelled.

Why would Xue Dili involve himself in this ss?

Moreover, these rebellious cha only killed the aristocracy. They corralled civilians to work for 10 hours a day, allowing a day off every two days.

Honestly, even if Xue Dili went there, he wouldn't know who to help. Both the Empire and the Rebel Army seed more humane; there was nothing exceptionally unbearable, so he decided not to go at all and just stay ho drinking beer.