Early the next morning, I was woken by my mother's phone call.
We had discussed it for a long time last night, yet we still hadn't come up with a plan.
The enemy was strong—far stronger, at least, than those outsiders we had encountered before.
More precisely, these mechanical people were not living beings in the true sense. They had no biological structure whatsoever.
Their technology had clearly reached an incredible level, perhaps even surpassing the humans of the Ancient Clans and those silicon-based lifeforms. The problem wasn't merely that they possessed such technology. As far as I knew, they even had the ability to self-repair and rebuild themselves.
Ordinary attacks were useless against them. Even if powerful attacks could deal with them, being destroyed did not count as true death to them.
They did not even have a concept of death. Their bodies and consciousness were two separate components. Their bodies were replicated through technological means, and the cost of doing so was undoubtedly astronomical.
For these mechanical people, it was nothing more than replacing a broken head or changing a damaged leg.
The same went for their core—their "brain." As long as they had backups prepared, they had no need to fear "death." At worst, they would simply build a newer model.
At that thought, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I couldn't even cool my own porridge, so what right did I have to worry about someone else's hot soup? What I needed to do now was get through this crisis. I could neither hand the Heart Core over to them nor openly tear things apart and turn both sides into enemies.
Making such a powerful enemy at a time like this was clearly unwise.
"Something like that actually happened?" When the three of us arrived