Can I Swipe a 62?

The sounds drew closer and closer, as if they had already locked onto Carl's position and arrived nearby.

Carl's gaze suddenly fixed ahead—the pile of loose rubble was trembling at an unnatural frequency, the vibrations growing stronger and stronger.

Small stones continually rolled down from above, accompanied by some heavy, continuous digging sound. She could clearly hear the rasp of rough scales against rock, as well as a deeper, low-frequency hum that seemed to come from inside a massive chest, making the gravel beneath her feet faintly bounce.

She slowly lowered her center of gravity, every muscle in her body coiled like a spring compressed to its limit. Every nerve ending sensed the movement of the surrounding air as Monomolecular Wire silently slid out from her wrist device, lightly pinched between her fingers.

Listening to those heavy footsteps, Carl felt as if she might be about to see an old acquaintance.

Or rather, an old dragon?

And things unfolded exactly as she expected.

The next second—

"Rumble!"

The rubble exploded outward in every direction. Amid the billowing dust, an enormous creature smashed through the obstruction, thrusting its head and thick neck into the already cramped space!

It was a Triceratops head covered in heavy bone plates and dark composite metal armor, far larger than any prehistoric specimen Carl remembered from her research materials. Its eyes were cold mechanical red points, scanning the narrow space.

Oh, hell.

That was the only thought in Carl's mind right now.

What the hell had those people at Triceratops Biotechnica done? The behemoth before her was larger and more heavily armored than the version she had seen before, practically an entirely different creature.

If the previous Triceratops could still be considered an upgraded version of an ancient Triceratops, then this one felt like a fully