Exclusive Possession – CH 100

Chapter 100. [Bonus Chapter] The Last Robot (Part 1)

Right now, the most awesome and coolest robot on Planet Soren was Yi Pucheng.

Although he was very young—only ten years old since his creation and of humble birth—and supposedly a combat robot “haphazardly created” by the impoverished scientist Dr. Ding Mo before his death, none of this hindered his rise in the Soren Expeditionary Force, eventually becoming the strongest warrior on the planet.

However, the power and glory of Yi Pucheng were limited to the mechanical race. On Soren, humans held absolute dominance, while mechanics and orcs were merely civilians, warriors, and servants.

For instance, at this moment, Yi Pucheng had no money and went to a bar in the city to eat and drink for free, where he was surrounded by more than a dozen orc bodyguards.

“I’m Major Yi Pucheng of the Allied Forces. I didn’t bring any money with me today!” Yi Pucheng’s handsome face was full of ferocity, but he already had a lisp when he spoke. “Wait, wait until tomorrow and have the soldiers bring it to you.”

“Major?” The head bodyguard looked at his red silicon crystal eyes, which resembled those of a robot. “Even a major general wouldn’t do! Damn robot, what are you going to do with alcohol if you don’t have money? I hate short-circuited robots the most.”

Why were we so eager to fight each other? Humans were high and mighty, while the lower races and commoners were often the ones who got more excited and happy fighting each other.

Of course, Yi Pucheng eventually walked out of the bar, leaving behind a group of bodyguards and thugs lying on the ground. Even if another gang came, he could take them all down by himself.

But as he staggered onto the deserted street in the cold of night, looking at the moonlight shining overhead, why did he feel so uncomfortable?

Because he was covered in blood, passersby avoided him, and some even frowned in disgust, saying, “Damn robot.”

Or was it because of the look of fear and disdain in the eyes of the people in the bar behind him?

Or perhaps it was because, in the recently concluded Lema Galaxy campaign, he witnessed 20,000 mechanical warriors serving as the vanguard dying at the hands of the Zerg army, ultimately becoming nothing more than an insignificant number in the military intelligence report, and he and other robots had to search the entire galaxy and battlefield for the remains of their former comrades, with the sole purpose of recycling and reworking them.

At this time, Yi Pucheng was still very serious, very arrogant, and very naive. Feeling the turmoil in his mind (that is, the electrical waves in his body), he walked alone along the long red river in the city, until he finally sat down on the blue grass by the river, staring blankly at the three bright moons in the sky.

His mother (the human who created him—Dr. Ding Mo) never told him what equality was, nor did she tell him what submission was.

During the three years they lived together, his mother only told him, “Do what you want to do; don’t ask me. How old are you, so nagging!”

He retorted angrily, “Three years old!”

His mother said, “Get lost! You can tell what a person will be like at three!”

So he went to fight and hung out with the exiled robots on the streets; he joined the army, and his superb fighting skills and quick wit made him a decorated and powerful figure.

Two years later, he returned home, having risen from a private to a major in a meteoric rise.

But his mother was already dying; she lay on her dirty, messy little bed, looking at him listlessly.

At the time, Yi Pucheng didn’t know that the feeling of tightness in his chest was called discomfort. He wondered if it was because he had drunk too much the night before, and the short circuit hadn’t been completely fixed yet. So he looked at his mother irritably and said, “Are you going to die?”

His mother nodded and said something serious and sarcastic to him for the first time in her life.

“Yi Pucheng, all races are born equal. I wish you eternal freedom and to do as you please. Of course, it would be even better if you could find happiness.”

After saying these words, his mother breathed her last. Yi Pucheng had originally bought her a mediocre burial plot in the interstellar cemetery, but a few days after burying her, a drunken Yi Pucheng dug her up, took her to the crematorium, burned her to ashes, and scattered them in space.

Because she said she wanted freedom.

At this moment, recalling his mother’s words, Yi Pucheng, who had been somewhat dejected, suddenly perked up and stood up.

He made a major decision.

He decided to leave the army and Soren to wander.

He wanted freedom and to make a name for himself.

Then, let the entire Soren, the entire galaxy, know of the existence of Yi Pucheng, and know that robots were born equal and were born unyielding.

Haha, this must be the happiness his mother was talking about. It’s so simple.

——

The world outside of Soren was incredibly vast. In the following six months, he visited the renowned Cosmic Pillars and the supernova explosion zone to witness the birth of stars… He had a great time, but he had no idea how to make a name for himself or build a career.

Other planets didn’t have racial discrimination like Soren; there was even a separate mechanical planet ruled by robots. After he piloted a fighter jet and narrowly defeated the planet’s mechanical marshal, the marshal warmly invited him to stay, and he settled down on the mechanical planet.

He replied, “No, the level here is too low; it isn’t suitable for me. I need to go to the planet with the highest combat power to make a name for myself in one battle.”

The marshal stroked his chin and gave him a suggestion: “That’s easy; go to the ‘Planet of Light.'”

——

The Planet of Light, the center of the universe.

It was a blue, clean planet, which, from a distance, looked like a glittering gem spinning in the deep black space.

This was also the home of the Time Clan. All other planets and races in the universe keep their distance from them. This wasn’t only because of their bizarre ability to travel through time and space but also because of their overwhelming mental combat power, which was enough to make them the envy of the entire universe.

Therefore, they were also members of the Galactic Emperor’s personal guard. Anyone who could defeat a member of the Time Clan would see their status in the galaxy increase dramatically.

Yi Pucheng felt that this path was perfect for him and happily flew to the Planet of Light.

Later, he did indeed become famous on the Planet of Light. After that day, the entire universe knew the name Yi Pucheng.

However, it happened in a way that he had never expected.

The weather was exceptionally fine on the day Yi Pucheng arrived. Under the azure sky, the City of Time, built of white boulders, was as pristine as a painting. The people here were somewhat different from those on other planets. They were all beautiful, quiet, and gentle. Even upon seeing him, a stranger, they simply smiled and asked, “Warrior, do you need any help?”

They called him a warrior because he was still wearing the uniform of the Soren Alliance. He was not a robot, a brat, or a disgusting machine monster.

Yi Pucheng replied politely, “Thank you, I need to. I want to challenge the strongest warrior of the Time Clan.”

The passerby laughed: “The strongest warrior? She doesn’t fight easily. But you can try going to the North District military camp. Maybe you will run into her.”

She? A woman?

Yi Pucheng’s favorability towards this race immediately dropped several percentage points. How could a woman become the strongest? Could the Time Clan be a matriarchal society?

Why worry about so much? Just fight!

In fact, Yi Pucheng had always been very popular with women. Although he was a robot, his tall and handsome appearance, unrestrained temperament, and physical build and functions that were no different from those of a human man were enough to attract the attention of many women. Even now, on the Planet of Light, several girls had struck up conversations with him.

But he had never accepted a woman. His mother had said before she died, “I hate promiscuous men the most. You’re only allowed one woman in your life.” Although this requirement was absurd, and Yi Pucheng wasn’t obligated to obey, he still did. Therefore, all the robots on Soren Star knew that Yi Pucheng was still a virgin.

The Northern military camp was easy to find, located on the vast plains outside the city. From afar, the green grass stretched like waves, and herds of cattle and sheep grazed. The Time Clan warriors, dressed in pure white uniforms, stood quietly like gleaming sculptures.

These warriors were known to the outside world as “Children of Light.” Today, Yi Pucheng finally saw the Children of Light with his own eyes, and his first reaction was envy. He couldn’t deny that seeing these mysterious, powerful, pure, and revered warriors, he was actually a little envious.

His envy led him to jump down from the towering tree, walk up to the army commander, and lazily say, “Hey, I challenge you to a duel. My name is Yi Pucheng. Remember that name.”

“My name is Yi Pucheng. Remember this name.”

Years later, as the Marshal of the Galactic Allied Forces, Yi Pucheng would habitually say this to his opponents as he led his army to conquer all directions. But at this moment, when he arrogantly uttered these words, he was met with strange looks from all the Children of Light. Their expressions were as if they were looking at a madman.

“Guards, take this intruder away.” The burly commander in his thirties didn’t even glance at him.

Yi Pucheng merely smiled, and a blue spiritual energy blade burst forth from his palm like flowing water, while the black virtual space stretched endlessly like nightfall. Thousands of Children of Light instantly paled, as if they had fallen into a dream.

To be fair, the fighting power of the Children of Light was stronger than any race Yi Pucheng had encountered before. He expended considerable effort to maintain the stability of the virtual space and then sat back down in the tree, watching the Children of Light repeatedly try to cleave through the robot’s space with their light blades.

Just as he was feeling utterly bored, he suddenly heard a particularly clear and soft voice behind him say, “Huh? What are you doing?”

Yi Pucheng turned around and saw a girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was short, barely reaching his shoulder (actually, she was 1.65 meters tall, but Yi Pucheng himself was 1.95 meters tall…). She was wearing a light yellow dress and looked graceful and well-behaved. Her skin was as white as milk, and her dark eyes on her small oval face were looking at him with great interest.

Yi Pucheng answered impatiently, “Challenge.”

Girl: “Oh. Where were you from?”

“I come from the planet Soren. My name is Yi Pucheng. Remember that name.”

He didn’t even glance at her.

She chuckled, her tone becoming indifferent: “Yes, my name is Hua Xiaosang; remember this name too.”

Yi Pucheng waved his hand casually. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized—Hua Xiaosang? The strongest of the Time Clan?

It was too late.

A magnificent, enormous, pure white blade of light descended from the sky like lightning, cleaving through Yi Pucheng’s virtual space. The world instantly regained its light, and thousands of Children of Light were instantly illuminated. The blade of light, its momentum undiminished, struck Yi Pucheng squarely on the head. Yi Pucheng only saw the girl enveloped in a snow-white aura of spiritual energy, her figure drifting away, before he fainted.

——

Yi Pucheng woke up many days later. When he woke up, he felt that the surroundings were very noisy and empty, and his muscles and metal bones ached so much that they felt like they were about to break.

He found himself like a piece of dried bacon, hanging on the gate of the most prosperous spaceport in the Milky Way—the Toronto Space Port.

Before him stretched a vast, boundless starry sky, with several cruise ships and passenger spaceships busily coming and going. Some people would glance up at him as they passed by; others seemed to have grown accustomed to his presence and ignored him; still others would take out their cameras and snap photos of him, then say to those around them, “This statue’s quite handsome, though his appearance is a bit pathetic.”

The person next to him said, “Are you stupid? What statue? This is Yi Pucheng! Look, his name is written on his forehead! Two months ago, he dared to challenge General Hua Xiaosang on the Planet of Light, and the general hung him here for amusement!”

Yi Pucheng’s forehead veins throbbed—two months… hanging here playing…

Young Yi Pucheng tasted humiliation for the first time—extreme humiliation, the most humiliating feeling in the universe. Like a defeated leopard, amidst the horrified gazes of passersby, he abruptly broke free of the alloy ropes binding him, grabbed a single-person fighter jet, and fled for his life, plunging into the depths of space and disappearing in a leap.

——

Yi Pucheng didn’t return to Soren, nor did he go to the Planet of Light. After wandering aimlessly in the universe for several months, he silently and unknowingly joined the Galactic Alliance, becoming a soldier in the strongest elite force under the Emperor.

This place was a haven for hidden talents, a gathering of heroes. Here you would find the strongest cyborgs to have survived the two previous cosmic wars and the world’s best and most formidable military commanders. Yi Pucheng, like a sponge, absorbed everything he learned from these people—combat techniques and war strategies.

Whenever he felt like relaxing, whenever the night was quiet, he would always think of that day, when the fair-skinned, soft-spoken girl smiled and said to him, “My name is Hua Xiaosang; remember this name.”

Of course, he remembered; he remembered it very clearly.

The most sophisticated brain in the galaxy and the most powerful energy ore in the heart, crafted for him by his mother, gradually unleashed their full potential. In the third battle against the Zerg, he commanded the allied forces in a bloody 240-day war, suffering over 30,000 casualties, and finally achieved the most glorious victory for the Allied Forces in a century.

Blood and victory forged General Yi Pucheng, a rising star in the Milky Way. No one dared to openly question the insignificance of the robots, nor did anyone dare mention the hothead who was hung at the entrance of the spaceport back then. Even Yi Pucheng himself, when recalling the young female general of yesteryear, could only smile faintly.

Yi Pucheng saw Hua Xiaosang again five years later.

This time, he was attending the court banquet as the youngest major general in the galaxy, receiving his medal from the Emperor. The event was very large; all the high-ranking officers of the Allied Forces were present.

Hua Xiaosang also arrived. Dressed in a crisp, pure white uniform, she was a commander of the Time Clan, her face solemn and her demeanor cold and imposing.

She looked almost exactly the same as she had five years ago. In fact, when Yi Pucheng met her deep, dark eyes, he felt as if he had just seen her yesterday. Except for one thing—her eyes were red and swollen, wet and dark, clearly from crying for a long time.

When she saw Yi Pucheng, her gaze remained unchanged, passing over him calmly and indifferently.

A surge of resentment rose in Yi Pucheng’s heart—she had forgotten him. So she had already forgotten him.

Hua Xiaosang, the man you hung in the spaceport to dry for two months five years ago, the man who had endured hardship and honed his skills over the past five years before daring to challenge you again—you’ve actually forgotten him.

The banquet was lively and boisterous, with dazzling lights illuminating the palace. Yi Pucheng noticed that Hua Xiaosang only sat for a short while and drank five cups of wine before getting up and leaving. He drank a little more and followed her out. Just before leaving, he heard someone beside him say, “General Sang? Her father and sister both died in last month’s expedition, infected with the plague—no matter how strong the Time Clan is, they will also experience birth, aging, sickness, and death.”

In a secluded corner of the Imperial Garden, Yi Pucheng found Hua Xiaosang sitting on a white rock by the lake, hugging her knees.

He was dressed in a black robotic commander’s uniform, as tall as a tree, standing silently behind her with his hands behind his back. How should he begin?

Hua Xiaosang, I’ve come for revenge.

Hua Xiaosang, let’s have a rematch.

To his surprise, he found himself feeling a touch of joy at that moment.

She didn’t turn around but quietly watched the shimmering water and said softly, “Yi Pucheng, I’m in a bad mood today. If you want to challenge me, let’s do it another day.”

Yi Pucheng silently watched her lowered, fair face.

Oh, so she didn’t forget him. She simply ignored him.

“Another day?” he said with a smile. “Sure.”

With a wave of his hand, a beautiful blue wave of spiritual energy shot towards her slender figure!