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The feeling of having only the head left is wonderful, and when the head is lifted up and the nerves are reconnected to the body, the strange sensation of tingling and rebirth is even stronger.

Severed nerves can be reconnected, cut cables can be welded, and separated interfaces and synapses can be closed again—only broken emotions, like shattered porcelain, can never be restored to their original state no matter how much they are mended.

The hand with purple fluorescent stripes on the back brushed over the machine, the scattered devices, and the complex mechanical structure. The electrical signals generated after the nerves were connected were transmitted to the brain module, making me feel only a series of stinging pains. But this also meant that I was gradually gaining control of the machine.

Another wave of pain hit me, and I was unwilling to endure it any longer, nor did I want to expose my vulnerability any more.

“Shockwave, I hate you!” I yelled.

The shockwave paused briefly, and the large red optical mirror, displaying its rounded shape, quickly flattened again. He turned back to continue repairing my body. Just when I thought he didn't care at all, I felt the pain in my body intensify. His movements became much rougher, as if he was deliberately provoking my nerves.

It hurts even more now.

A hazy halo appeared over my vision.

“I hate you!” I continued to shout.

He stopped what he was doing, placed the microchip forceps next to the gel and surgical scissors on the table, and said, "Logically speaking, the risk of repairing you is too great, so I will stop the repair."

"No!" I exclaimed immediately. "I order you to fix me right now!"

To be honest, I think I could fix it myself, but the precision wouldn't be high enough. If I messed it up, I'd really be stuck walking around like those zombies with crooked necks. Anyway, it's better to let Shockwave fix me.

The shockwave's voice was like a demon's whisper: "But your attitude is too terrible. I can assume that if I repair you, I will be killed because I will lose my value, and my experiments and their results may also be discarded. Repairing you is illogical."

I threatened, "If you don't repair me, I'll send you back to the AllSpark right now."

"Based on the results, there is no difference between the two."

After saying that, he turned around, picked up the steel tray containing the surgical instruments, as if he were about to leave.

Oh no!

I subconsciously frowned, pursed my lips, and watched his retreating figure.

I don't want to walk with a crooked neck in the future. Anyway, it's always better to have someone help me, right? But who has better shockwave technology?

I quickly prepared myself mentally, and then I shouted that I was going to turn on my vocal cords, but this time in a more humble tone.

"Shockwave! Please, help me repair my machine!"

The moment he spoke, his voice was clearly trembling with tears, which startled even me. I instinctively tried to mimic him by spreading out the aperture blades inside my lens like a salted egg yolk, but despite my exaggerated gestures, my focus ring was almost malfunctioning. How did he manage that?

The faceplate feels cool, which is good. The cleaning fluid that had gathered on the optical lens has successfully flowed down due to gravity. This feeling is so annoying!

My neck had regained mobility, and I shook my head sculpt, trying to shake off the cleaning fluid from my faceplate to prevent it from getting into the delicate components inside the machine. A hand held my faceplate, stopping me from moving.

The sharp, metallic hand used its dry, cold fingertips to wipe away the cleaning fluid droplets, then took a small piece of soft cloth to wipe away the traces left by the transparent liquid.

"What are you doing? Come here!" I turned my head and refused him. He said he was leaving on his own, and then he came back on his own. Who gave him permission? If he wanted to leave, he should have just left. That way, I could have extinguished his flame when he left the lab, instead of being unable to do it now.

"Your attitude made me change my course of action."

When I heard him say that, I couldn't help but let out another soft snort. I still hate him!

...

Shockwave quickly repaired me. I stretched my body, grabbed him, and ran out of the lab.

After all this, I decided to keep a close eye on him, not giving him any chance to secretly carry out his own little plans. After all, he was the chief engineer building the space bridge; what if he tampered with it? So I had to keep an even closer eye on him.

So, what was I supposed to be doing here? Time has been excessively lenient with the Cybertronians, with me, and with Unicron. My mission isn't in a rush, and the construction of the space bridge has only just begun. What could possibly need to be done now, immediately, right away?

However, I only pondered for a fraction of a second before deciding to walk straight ahead, along the warship's corridor. The world changes every day; there are so many things yet to unfold before my eyes. If I just keep moving forward, interesting things will surely happen along the way, right?

And so Shockwave was led along by me, without uttering a sound, so I assumed he had no objections. Even if he did have objections, I wouldn't let him leave.

As I rounded the corner, Red Spider stood against the wall. Upon seeing me, he immediately hunched over, bent low, lowered his wings, and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Ah, it's the Apostle! Apostle, what are your orders?"

I stared at him, sensing that something was nine-tenths off.

He looked behind him in confusion, then turned around, his eyes darting around before finally looking at me. "Um...sir?"

I finally remembered, and I asked, "Shouldn't you be torturing Megatron? What are you doing here?"

He immediately replied, "It's been a long time, sir. Even Cybertronians need to replenish their energy. I just came out to relax a bit, didn't I?"

I didn't speak, and continued to stare at him. His red glasses widened, meeting my gaze directly, as if revealing an innocence and a clear-eyed foolishness. The wings on his back slowly rose, but his posture unconsciously lowered further and further.

"Okay, you have a point."

I spoke, and successfully saw the wing, which had just been raised, immediately lower again. This guy is really interesting!

"Sir, is that all you wanted to say?" He looked at me with a puzzled expression, his two red eyebrows forming an "eight".

"Hmm..." I pondered, "Actually, there's more?"

"Please give your orders, sir."

"Take me to see Megatron. What's he like now?"

"Um...sir?"

Red Spider's hesitation gave me a sense of impending doom.

I moved closer to his visor, scrutinizing him. "Take me there."

To keep his distance from me, Red Spider had to lean back, still with that humble demeanor, unchanged.

"He's in a terrible state right now, you'd better not go see him."

"Don't make me say it a third time. Take me to Megatron's cell!"

"Yes...yes, sir."

Something must have happened!

...

Something did happen. When I arrived at the cell where Megatron was being held, Starscream shakily opened the door, only to find it empty.

"Where did they go, Red Spider?" I asked.

Before I could utter another threat, Red Spider had already confessed everything.

“My lord! While you were away, it was Soundwave who let Megatron go. I only went out to eat a Power Stone, and when I came back, I only saw Soundwave. He's the one who let Megatron go. It's not my fault, my lord!”

"I see--"

I put on a serious expression, lowered my head slightly, and pretended to be deep in thought. But it wasn't a very serious matter, so I wasn't angry.

"Red Spider, I'll forgive you for now, but don't make the same mistake again next time."

Red Spider suddenly straightened his back and asked, "Sir?"

"Hmm...hmm." I continued seriously.

I appreciated Red Spider's attitude, and it also made me focus all my attention on sound waves.

Soundwave—the Decepticon's intelligence officer and Megatron's loyal old lieutenant. He showed strong resistance from the very first day I joined the Decepticons. Even now, with the special restraints I've put on him, he still harbors resentment.

Because of its unique and beautiful design, I didn't want to harm it too much. But now, it seems like no one listens to me, and I, as the leader, have lost all my authority. I've changed my mind.

I dragged Shockwave back to the control room to find Soundwave, whose workplace was there. Red Spider followed behind me the whole way.

Upon entering the control room, Soundwave stood silently facing the door. He had been waiting for me all along.

“Soundwave!” I walked up to him. “Is it you who let Megatron escape?”

The dark blue-purple body was slender and thin. He remained motionless, still like a shadow.

He acknowledged it with his silence.

This was blatant defiance of my orders; his silence was a clear provocation. What would the Cosmic Emperor do in such a situation? I quickly recalled the electric current he had inflicted on me. I should punish him without hesitation, unleashing my authority through violence and making them understand the consequences of disobeying me!

The restraint device on the neck released a high-voltage current, which instantly spread throughout the entire machine. The various functions of the blue-purple machine malfunctioned under the high-voltage current; all senses were paralyzed, rendering it unable to transmit any commands from the central nervous system.

The sound waves immediately lost their strength. His legs bent, and he barely managed to keep from collapsing to the ground by using the protrusions on his leg armor for leverage. One of his slender and thin arms trembled as he supported his upper body, while the other hand instinctively rested on the restraints around his neck, as if trying to break them with all his might.

It's a strange association, like a beautiful and elegant fan.

I crouched down closer to him, lifting his visor. Unfortunately, the black screen remained blank; only my own expression was reflected on the smooth surface. He wore the LCD mask every day, never turning it on, very mysterious. I was hoping to see his expression through the visor.

Then, I reached out and grabbed two tentacles that were attacking me, their tips spinning at high speed. I pulled them outwards, one in each hand. The sound waves connected to them collapsed at the waist and trembled forward due to my movement.

As I crouched down, Soundwave quietly opened the armor on both sides of its abdomen, extending two slender tentacles with purple fluorescent stripes.

The tentacles bent, avoiding the field of view of the optical mirror, and passed through to both sides of my body. The pointed mechanical hands silently aimed at the back of my neck, and then spun at high speed like a drill, becoming sharp weapons.

Clearly, he was planning a sneak attack. Of course, I was equally enraged by his actions.

I pulled hard on his tentacles, kicking the laser bird right in front of his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. The floor slammed against his body, and his slender, black protoplasmic body, covered in fluorescent purple stripes, arched slightly from the pull. The aftereffects of the high-voltage current were clearly still lingering; his thin arms slipped on the floor several times, and his limp body prevented him from getting up on his own.

My recent experience living among the Decepticons has taught me that Soundwave has a small robot named Laserbeak that hangs on his chest as a breastplate. My kick just now should have rendered Laserbeak mostly ineffective, so I confidently removed Soundwave's breastplate, stomped on his chest, and crushed his black protoplast, purple stripes, and the remaining breastplate that provided basic protection.

I'm going to beat him up again; maybe he won't be able to take it.

At this moment, Shockwave interjected, "My Lord, Soundwave is an important intelligence officer for the Decepticons, and he also coordinates the manpower and material resources for building the Space Bridge."

"Doesn't the Decepticons have anyone who can replace him?"

Shockwave immediately replied, "No."

Is it true that it doesn't exist, or is it a lie? I was very skeptical, so I continued to ask, "Red Spider, can you replace Soundwave's job?"

Red Spider was startled, his wings snapping up high in tension. He clearly hadn't expected me to ask him that question. He looked at me, but his eyes kept glancing at Shockwave next to him.

"Ah! My lord, you have no idea how powerful sound waves are. Of course, I cannot replace sound waves."

I turned my head and stared intently at the bright red light bulb, asking, "Knock it down?"

Red Spider replied, "He is just a physician and cannot replace sound waves."

"What about a strike?"

“That’s even worse. He’s a rude combat unit; all he thinks about in his brain is fighting.”

I was feeling down for a moment.

"Black Widow...where is Black Widow?"

“Absolutely not! You have no idea about her little quirks. She'd just want to twist our heads off and put them in her collection!”

Okay, I turned around and looked at the sound wave beneath me, thinking, I can't touch him yet.

The tentacles I was holding tightly kept writhing restlessly, and the pointed mechanical hand was trying its best to bend itself in order to attack my arm.

The frustration in my core seemed to surge into my arms. I gripped the strange purple tentacles tightly and ripped them off. The purple metal snapped with a shriek, unable to withstand the pull, revealing bundles and clusters of wires inside. The wires were already torn off, and the metal strands that carried electrical signals were exposed at varying lengths, occasionally releasing small arcs of electricity.

The sonic wave beneath me lifted up from the pull, then trembled from the pain, the slight tremor of the body transmitted through the foot stabilizers. His arms, which had been constantly bracing themselves on the ground and slipping, finally gave way and gently rested on my toenails.

Does he really want to push me away right now? What exactly is that expression on his face?

Why can't I see anything?

Releasing the limp, powerless limbs that had become detached from their master, I took a step back, my feet firmly planted on the floor. I bent down, my left hand attempting to grab Soundwave's neck, but the decorative piece on his jawline successfully jammed against the armor protrusion covering my wrist. As I straightened up, using the jammed piece as leverage to support the head sculpt, I used my left arm to lift Soundwave, pinning him firmly against the control panel.

Now, it's time for my right hand to make its appearance. Clenching my fist and tightening my forearm, I punched the sonic mask again and again.

Soon, a corner of the mask couldn't withstand my attack and shattered into pieces. I stopped; although I still couldn't see his full expression, that was enough.

The red optical mirror on the left, resembling a red giant star, was pointed directly at me, its interior ablaze with violent flames and molten lava. I could see the intense hatred he harbored for me in his gaze.

This is the first time since I joined the Decepticons that I've seen such direct, unreserved, and undisguised emotion.

Satisfied, I released him and stepped back.

Then, turning to the Decepticons in the control room, he said, "Do whatever you want. But, you are not allowed to repair his faceplate. Absolutely not!"

The Decepticon soldiers faced me and Soundwave, their silver masks slit in the middle, obscuring their expressions. Unchanging, they stood motionless like statues, whether terrified or simply born that way, I couldn't tell.

I frowned, annoyed, and said to the slightly more lively red spider, "Did you hear my command? You are absolutely not allowed to repair his faceplate!"

Red Spider replied, "Yes, sir."

I grabbed Shockwave and headed outside; I was going to catch Megatron.