The red light in the robot's eyes faded—Lu Yi was no longer its target. Everything was over.
"The materials and energy supply are somewhat insufficient, and overall performance is being affected by those two constraints. It seems solving the materials and energy issue is the top priority!"
Lu Yi was not a rich man. Some rare materials were impossible to obtain without… special means.
Transmutation could only change the appearance of matter, not its essence. That was the root of the problem.
"Materials and energy are key. Adamantium is too rare, and its performance too one-dimensional. Otherwise, I'd really want to use Adamantium as robot parts!"
Of course, that was just a momentary impulse. Lu Yi had no real plans to actually do that right now.
"System, how did I perform this time?" Lu Yi suppressed his impulse and asked the system.
"No problem! Congratulations to the Host—you have gained one normal lottery draw. Currently, you have both one Normal Draw and one Optimized Draw!"
Before Lu Yi could respond, the system spoke again.
"By the way, although this testing method is good, it is not conducive to the host's growth. The strong rule over the weak. The host understands the robot too well, which hinders your development. Proceed with caution."
Lu Yi frowned after hearing that.
It had to be said—the system's conclusion made sense. Strength and power were crucial to strong individuals, but combat experience was equally important.
Lu Yi's current approach was extremely unfavorable to gaining combat experience. Thinking of this, he realized helplessly that he'd been tricked by the system. Simply put, it had cut off his path to gaining more draws—and he had willingly accepted it.
A deep, indescribable sense of frustration gripped his heart.
"System, show yourself! I promise I won't beat you to death!"
"Even if you kill me, I'm not coming out!"
"System, do you think this is easy for me? I finally found a loophole in your rules, and before I could even fully take advantage of it—you blocked it?"
There was purpose behind everything Lu Yi did.
Robots were great, but Lu Yi didn't need them. He himself could do anything he wanted.
His goal in developing robots… was to seize crucial opportunities.
The Marvel world was unique. Many powerful beings existed—but their power difference was enormous. The strong were too strong, and the weak were too weak.
The worst part? They were not easy to find.
So Lu Yi could only rely on himself—by building powerful robots to fight them.
However, he never expected that just as the "shop" opened, it would immediately be shut down. Lu Yi was speechless. It was practically a scam.
"It's not completely hopeless. The Host can still treat the robots as opponents to test your own strength. Does that thought make you happy?"
"You sly uncle… Just you wait—one day I'll drag you out and beat the crap out of you!"
"We'll talk about that when the time comes!"
"Oh, I've got a terrible temper, you know? Just wait—you'll regret saying that!"
After saying that, Lu Yi forcefully severed his connection with the system and stood there fuming.
His carefully devised method had been half shut down. Anyone would be angry at that.
It was a trap!
Lu Yi was furious—and naturally, he wasn't going to let others off easily. Without even lifting his head, he simply waved his hand.
A stream of magic surged from his fingertip, rising slowly into the air. It suddenly burst open about ten meters above the ground, forming a thin energy shield, floating like an umbrella over Lu Yi's head.
Then, the energy shield disappeared—as though it had never been there.
In reality, it hadn't disappeared—it had simply attached itself to the space above Lu Yi, still functioning.
Meanwhile, in Nick Fury's office at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, something major happened.
His computer screen suddenly went black—Lu Yi's image vanished, replaced by static snow.
"What happened?" Nick Fury asked grimly.
Just moments ago, he saw Lu Yi looking upset—he didn't expect something like this to suddenly happen. He was afraid something serious had occurred.
"There's interference!" The supervisor checked the computer, sweat forming on his brow as he spoke.
When would this problem ever be solved?
"The interference is being caused by the target himself. The exact mechanism is unknown. I'm afraid—"
"Fix it. Quickly." Nick Fury said sternly.
The supervisor was stunned. This was worse than being scolded.
He didn't dare waste time, didn't even speak further—just ran out of Nick Fury's office.
After the supervisor left, Nick Fury thought for a moment, then pressed a button on his desk.
"Hill, call Coulson and Natasha."
"Yes, sir!"
…
Lu Yi was unaware of what was happening at S.H.I.E.L.D., nor did he care. He simply wanted to find someone—or something—to vent his anger on. If he couldn't attack the system, he'd attack someone else.
"So… who do I deal with first? Iron Man? Spider-Man? Daredevil? Or someone else?"
He knew where they lived. He even knew their identities. They would be easy to find.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Lu Yi gasped softly.
"Looks like… I don't need to go looking!"
He scanned his surroundings—his gaze shifting—then finally landing on a forest.
"Wheelchair? Skinny? Twisted posture? Looks like him. Interesting…"
A faint smile curved on Lu Yi's lips—but his eyes were full of killing intent.
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