'Big Muscle Tyrant' was thrown off by the other party's outrageous maneuver.
Although from a technical perspective, it was feasible.
After all, the core of a 'man-made mechanical wife' was an 'computational core'—and one that had been properly trained.
In this regard, having blueprints alone wasn't enough. Even having the mechanical apparatus wasn't enough.
That kind of training took the most time and effort.
Obtaining a shipgirl core, however, could naturally get the job done in one step.
But what was this supposed to be? A mechanical skin-painting act? Or was he really so confident that he could raise a shipgirl's affection to that level?
Was this dying for love or dying alongside her?
Wasn't he afraid of getting chopped up by a mechanical hatchet?
As someone with an NPC wife, 'Big Muscle Tyrant' didn't know how to comment on this for a while.
He always felt that he didn't fit in with some of the perverts in the faction.
Of course, in other people's eyes, someone who teamed up with a gorilla wasn't much better than the rest.
'Martial Emperor Duke' had no idea what the other party was thinking and continued discussing the possibility of this enthusiastically. Perhaps in his eyes, the person before him was a fellow traveler.
But suddenly, 'Big Muscle Tyrant' sprang to his feet. His eyes blazed, and he clenched his fists excitedly.
"I got it!!!"
'Martial Emperor Duke' froze for a moment, then revealed an envious expression.
"Congratulations, congratulations. Brother, your luck is really good."
Since these ten Godslayer Sets were the first time the faction had offered sets of this level and quantity, every mechanical player had been dying to stare at them. Even those with connections couldn't get through the back door.
To demonstrate fairness and impartiality, after confirming the number