Chapter 326: The Primordial Deity Primus's Hidden Gambit! The Creator Civilization—Quintessa!
"Have Sentinel inspect the Primordial Deity Primus's life status—check whether its mechanical structure remains intact, and whether it possesses any additional energy reserves to sustain its activity."
Zuma immediately ordered Chisaji Fox on the front lines to relay the command to Sentinel for a routine check-up.
Now that they had located the Primordial Deity Primus Primus, the next logical step was to assess its current condition—to determine if it might reawaken—and based on that, decide what measures to take to restrain this weakened "god."
From the standpoint of the various civilizations in the Transformers universe—and even from the Primordial Deity Primus's own perspective—Universal Megacorp was undeniably a high-dimensional demon.
And Zuma was well aware of the true nature and positioning of her own company. That's why, when it came to dealing with the only lifeform capable of rivaling Megacorp, she acted with heightened caution.
A true villain must possess the professional prudence of one!
At that moment, Sentinel —having received Chisaji Fox 's order—arrived before the Primordial Deity Primus's massive head.
Raising his gaze to the colossal, mountain-sized cranium, Sentinel couldn't immediately make out the full shape of the Primordial Deity Primus.
Only after flying around its perimeter did he finally take in the full spectacle of the head.
"Primordial Deity Primus, I am Sentinel , leader of the Autobots of Cybertron—and your descendant!"
Sentinel called out to the Primordial Deity Primus's head, attempting to establish communication.
"Cybertron is facing an unprecedented catastrophe! Beset by enemies within and without, our civilization teeters on the brink of annihilation. We need your help!"
Sentinel didn't care whether Universal Megacorp might interpret these words as a veiled accusation. He simply poured his all into shouting at the massive head before him.
But even after nearly ten minutes of calling out, there was no response. Everything remained still—nothing changed.
Sentinel , however, was undeterred. He had long anticipated that waking the Primordial Deity Primus wouldn't be so simple. Since voice alone wasn't working, he would have to try something else.
"I'm about to do something risky—it might even cost me my life. If I die, please have Universal Megacorp preserve my remains and attempt to salvage me."
Sentinel said with a faint smile to Chisaji Fox over the communication channel. He knew shouting wouldn't wake the Primordial Deity Primus.
Since that wouldn't work, then he had only one option left: a physical link—connecting directly with the deity at the hardware level!
Without hesitation, Sentinel pulled out several cables from his body and flew up to the top of the deity's head. Using the combat blade on his back, he pried open a gap in the plating and slipped inside.
After carefully searching within, Sentinel eventually located a terminal he could connect to—this was the core region of the "god"!
As he prepared to insert the hybrid data cables, a flicker of hesitation crossed Sentinel 's mind.
This action could result in instant assimilation—being absorbed and made part of the Primordial Deity Primus.
As a god-level creator Transformer, the data within the Primordial Deity Primus's mind was vast beyond measure. Establishing a direct link might cause Sentinel 's brain to instantly overload and explode.
It was akin to a regular human gazing upon a Lovecraftian Old One—an incomprehensible entity—and suffering instant SAN loss.
Linking with the Primordial Deity Primus might very well turn him into a Cybertronian madman.
But Sentinel had no choice.
This wasn't just about fulfilling Megacorp's exploratory mission—it was about giving the Cybertronian civilization even the slightest hope of counterbalancing Megacorp!
After all, the Primordial Deity Primus was Cybertron's sole remaining pillar. If they wanted any real leverage in negotiations with Megacorp, they needed to demonstrate their strategic value.
Resolving himself, Sentinel thrust the cable into the terminal. The moment contact was made, the cable seemed to come alive, writhing and twisting as it began extracting data from the terminal.
Zzzzt!!
A blinding arc of electricity burst from the point of connection and surged into Sentinel 's body, overloading him instantly and knocking him unconscious on the spot.
Fortunately, he regained consciousness just sixty seconds later—but in that brief minute of blackout, he relived countless past memories:
His youthful battles, teaching Optimus Prime combat techniques, skirmishes with Megatron's forces, and encounters with Universal Megacorp—all flashed before him like a flickering slideshow.
When he came to, Sentinel found himself already disconnected from the terminal.
During the link, he had clearly sensed the Primordial Deity Primus's presence. Unfortunately, the deity never spoke a word.
In that chaotic, murky realm of consciousness, Sentinel caught only a glimpse of a massive silhouette hovering in the dark void of space.
Judging from its form, he could just barely recognize it as the Primordial Deity Primus's true body.
In that brief moment of connection, Sentinel seized the chance to explain everything: Megacorp's invasion of the Transformers universe, the Cybertronian civilization's impending doom, and the persecution of Primal supreme.
But when he finished speaking, the Primordial Deity Primus offered no response, no decree—nothing but silent observation, as if it were merely listening.
Even as Sentinel exited the mental realm, the Primordial Deity Primus hadn't uttered a single word. Yet, the one thing he could confirm—the Primordial Deity Primus had heard him.
"Huff..."
Struggling to his feet, Sentinel slowly rose and unplugged the cable from the terminal. Then, looking back at it, he shouted in frustration:
"Primordial Deity Primus, I know you can hear me! If you don't want the Cybertronian race to perish, then show me something—anything!"
Sentinel couldn't understand the deity's current condition. But since they had shared a mental link, the deity clearly hadn't perished.
And yet, the Primordial Deity Primus had maintained absolute silence, offering not even a shred of guidance or a single hint.
This left Sentinel with a horrifying doubt—could it be that even their god had no answer to the threat of a high-dimensional demon like Megacorp?
Boom—!!
Just as despair began to take root, a thunderous noise echoed from outside.
Sentinel immediately exited the Primordial Deity Primus's head and flew toward the source of the sound.
Two minutes later, he reached the opposite side of the head—where every Transformer's signal transmitter was located. The noise had come from this section, which had just broadcast a transmission!
Realizing this, Sentinel rushed forward to investigate, hoping to identify the contents of the broadcast.
At the same time, Megacorp's fleet stationed in Cybertron's low orbit reported a new finding to the Myriad realm Base HQ:
They had intercepted a mysterious signal—originating from deep within Cybertron's planetary core!
While they had captured the transmission, its meaning was unclear.
Just as Alt Cunningham prepared to order Chisaji Fox to inquire with Sentinel about the signal's meaning, Sentinel softly spoke:
"[It's the coordinates of the Solar System!]"
The reason Sentinel recognized the message was because he had previously studied ancient Cybertronian script during archaeological research.
Each character in that transmission corresponded to a number—when combined, they clearly indicated the coordinates of the Solar System.
At that moment, everyone—Sentinel included—was stunned into silence.
There was no doubt now: the signal had been sent by the Primordial Deity Primus.
But the real question was: to whom was this message directed?
At the Myriad realm Base HQ, the directors of the Research Division began analyzing the situation.
Alt Cunningham, who had attended Li Ang 's senior strategy meetings, knew exactly who the intended recipient of that signal might be:
The Creator Civilization—Primordial Deity Primus's hidden gambit!
"The Creator Civilization was the Primordial Deity Primus's proudest creation. Throughout the ages, they've left their fingerprints across the Solar System."
"They even clashed with their deployed Knight Transformers on Earth. In the end, Quintessa was defeated and temporarily withdrew from the Solar System."
Facing the confusion among the researchers, Li Ang stepped in to explain.
"So... the Primordial Deity Primus just sent Solar System coordinates to the Creator Civilization? Is this a call for reinforcements—to drive us, Megacorp, out?"
Zuma furrowed her brows in unease. This felt like a "one signal to summon ten thousand troops" kind of move.
Li Ang responded with a silent nod, acknowledging the possibility. Then, he motioned to Lucy to pull up Quintessa's data profile.
A hardlight screen unfolded, displaying the leader of the Creator Civilization—Quintessa.
"She calls herself the High Priestess of Life, and she was once involved in Cybertron's bio-genesis project. There's reason to believe she may have co-developed the Cybertronian race alongside the Primal Supreme."
As Li Ang spoke, a silver-gray, fully metallic female Transformer appeared on the screen.
Her facial features, however, resembled those of a human—only her skin had a metallic sheen. In appearance, she was markedly distinct from most Transformers.
In truth, Quintessa's title as "High Priestess of Life" gave off a distinct impression—as though she were once the Primordial Deity Primus's disciple.
And to be fair, her strength truly lived up to the title. In the early development of Cybertronian civilization, Quintessa had provided a great deal of technical support to the Primal Supreme.
One could say that from the very beginning, Cybertronians were the chosen children of destiny.
They were created for a divine purpose—to inherit the cosmic real estate that the Primordial Deity Primus had painstakingly fought for.
The Primordial Deity Primus knew that once it fell into slumber, awakening again could take eons—billions of years might pass, with countless civilizations rising in the meantime.
To ensure that the dominion it had carved out didn't fall into the hands of rival civilizations, it needed to nurture a loyal successor—a thoroughly vetted civilization with impeccable roots.
And so, forged from divine blood and energy, the Cybertronians were born—cosmic elites destined to guard the Primordial Deity Primus's legacy across the entire Transformers universe.
The six Primal Supremes remained stationed on Cybertron to monitor the Transformers' growth, while the ever-ruthless disciple Quintessa roamed the stars, inspecting other civilizations.
Should she encounter a rising power? It would be swiftly enslaved—or wiped out.
After all, as a mere disciple, Quintessa was essentially the Primordial Deity Primus's outsourced muscle. Her role was to bear the blame, do the dirty work—a disposable mop for cosmic messes.
She toiled with tireless dedication, but formal recognition or "promotion" into the divine ranks was always out of reach.
Li Ang didn't even need to guess: the reward the Primordial Deity Primus had promised Quintessa must've been a spot as the First Disciple—just like Megatronus once was.
With this strategic balance of good and evil forces, the Primordial Deity Primus had long foreseen the posthumous landscape of the cosmos—and laid out plans accordingly.
In its vision, upon reawakening, it would easily reclaim everything.
The grand estate inherited from the Supreme Patriarch had been neatly maintained by handpicked stewards—not a single vagrant had dared trespass.
But what the Primordial Deity Primus hadn't accounted for was this: instead of Quintessa arriving to awaken it, it was Sentinel —its so-called "loyal descendant"—who showed up with a pack of extradimensional demons.
Hence, the deity's long silence. Aside from its hidden card—the Creator Civilization—it no longer trusted anyone.
After Li Ang 's explanation, the researchers present were struck with sudden clarity. While they marveled at the Primordial Deity Primus's foresight, they also grew increasingly uneasy about the Creator Civilization.
No one could say for certain how advanced this civilization had become—or whether Megacorp even stood a chance against them.
"If we end up clashing with the Creator Civilization, aside from Megatronus, no other Transformers should be deployed."
Li Ang took the opportunity to remind the military officials present.
This was because, during the creation of the Cybertronians alongside the other Supremes, Quintessa had left a backdoor in their base code. She could easily hijack any Transformer simply by triggering it.
In the Transformers films, Quintessa had used a single slap to instantly turn Optimus Prime into her enforcer. Her method? A straightforward program override.
As Cybertron's version of a divine creator—akin to humanity's Nuwa—Quintessa could flip countless Transformers with a mere thought. Only Megatronus, her senior in rank, was immune.
Thus, the upcoming war against the Creator Civilization would have to be fought with Megacorp's dedicated combat divisions.
Back at Myriad realm Base, the upper brass of Megacorp began formulating detailed strategies for the looming civilization-scale conflict—while Sentinel remained enraged, cursing in helpless fury.
He simply couldn't understand why, despite knowing his intentions, the Primordial Deity Primus had done nothing but transmit coordinates.
Why didn't it pass on critical technological knowledge—something that might help revive Cybertronian civilization? Did it truly not care whether the Transformers lived or died?
"Damn it, what the hell are you thinking?! Cybertron teeters on the edge of extinction, and you still refuse to lend a hand!"
"You really think the Creator Civilization alone can wake you up? I'm telling you, there's no way—they can't stand against Megacorp!"
Sentinel furiously shouted at the Primordial Deity Primus's colossal head, half-tempted to kick it in frustration.
In his mind, he had hoped to receive some kind of divine inheritance—knowledge that would allow Cybertron to survive under Megacorp's rule.
He could have bided his time, built up technological strength over the centuries, and eventually challenged Megacorp—just as the rebellion once overthrew the Quintessons.
There was historical precedent and a proven strategy—he just needed the Primordial Deity Primus to loosen its grip and share a few god-tier techniques.
Sentinel believed that with enough patience and resilience, he could lead Cybertron to rise again.
But the cruel reality? The Primordial Deity Primus didn't trust him.
It would rather roll the dice on some cosmic lottery—than lend even the smallest aid to its so-called heir.
And the more Sentinel thought about it, the angrier he became. He began to suspect that the deity had never truly cared about the Transformers at all.
If the Primordial Deity Primus had really favored the Cybertronians, the civil war between Autobots and Decepticons would never have happened—or at the very least, would've been swiftly halted.
Instead, Cybertron was left to tear itself apart, reduced to a shattered ruin—a dying world.
At this point, everything Sentinel did was being observed by Megacorp's upper echelons.
Watching his emotional breakdown, Dr. Halsey gave a mocking smile. "Looks like the Primordial Deity Primus just lost another follower."
From the Primordial Deity Primus's standpoint, it had little reason to care about Cybertron's fate.
To high-level strategists, the strategic outcome is what matters—not the project's fine-tuned execution.
The higher the level, the more detached they are from the details.
For the Primordial Deity Primus, instructing the Primal Supremes and Quintessa to create the Cybertronian race was about securing a seat in the cosmic ecological hierarchy.
As long as the dominant civilization remained its bloodline heirs, it didn't matter if the "meat stayed in the pot." Civil war or not—who cared, as long as no mutts seized the throne?
Take the Quintesson invasion, for instance: once they enslaved the Cybertronians, they even tried to rewrite history—erasing the Primordial Deity Primus's legacy.
That was an intolerable violation of its grand strategic objective. So, the deity quietly passed high-level technology to Master Yoketron, sparking a rebellion.
Otherwise, with the power gap back then, Cybertron couldn't possibly have overthrown the Quintessons. The entire event had been orchestrated by the Primordial Deity Primus.
"Boss," one officer asked, "if the Creator Civilization's mission is to patrol the cosmos, monitor other races, and suppress or exterminate rising civilizations…"
"Then why did the Primal Supremes teach Cybertronians to help those very civilizations—sometimes even defending them from oppression?"
"Was that really part of the Primordial Deity Primus's grand plan?"
This question came from Chisaji Fox , still stationed on Cybertron. As a seasoned frontline researcher, he struggled to make sense of such contradictory behavior.
To him, it was baffling: one faction spreading virtue, another committing atrocities. How could both be on the same side?
Li Ang merely gave a calm smile and replied, "It's the Primordial Deity Primus's greatest scheme—and it all comes down to four words: supply and demand."
The Autobots, as inheritors of the Primal Supremes' ideals, were irrationally kind to humans—and equally so to all weak species.
In contrast, the Creator Civilization was irrationally cruel—weaponizing its technological edge to prey on every other race.
In truth, the Primordial Deity Primus had orchestrated this entire system. By creating both the problems and the solutions, it engineered a galactic ecosystem of manufactured necessity.
Not out of boredom or amusement—but to deliberately stall the progress of rising civilizations.
To prevent a future "Chosen One" civilization from speed-running the universe like some glitch-abusing player in Transformers: God Mode, the deity seeded the galaxy with roadblocks and guidance NPCs.
It wasn't about encouraging evolution—but channeling it.
Any civilization that followed these divine breadcrumbs would forever be stuck—looping inside a closed circuit.
That… was the Primordial Deity Primus's top-level design.
Cybertronian civilization? Merely the white-hat NPCs—galactic peacekeepers who helped floundering species stay afloat.
On this cosmic chessboard of good versus evil, both sides were its pieces.
The only true winner was the omnipotent game master: the Primordial Deity Primus.
Everything in the Transformers universe—every rise and fall—had unfolded exactly as it had planned.
The one thing it never accounted for?
Universal Megacorp.
A force from beyond the board—an alien devil capable of upending eons of divine stratagem.
And now, not yet fully awakened, the Primordial Deity Primus had only one move left:
Call upon the Creator Civilization.
Drive the demons out.
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