"Alright! This time, we'll watch together. We absolutely can't overlook anything!"
"Right! We can use the Mecha cameras to record it this time. That way, we can prevent any mistakes."
The Mechanical God Race player nodded. Not only did he agree with his teammate's idea, he also proposed an even better one.
The two of them pulled themselves together and carefully examined the map panel.
Once the treasure ball's location refreshed, they both looked up almost simultaneously.
"It's moving thirty-seven degrees east of south. Based on its speed, it'll definitely pass through this point in one minute."
They spoke in unison, even pointing to the exact same predicted location.
There definitely couldn't be a problem this time.
Filled with confidence, the two activated their Mechas again, which had already developed cracks from overloading, and finally arrived at the predicted location on time.
Then... there was still nothing but empty ground.
Forget the person carrying the treasure ball—even a ghost's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
"What the hell is going on? Did my Data Eye really malfunction?"
"I spent all my savings and called in countless favors just to get this eye!"
Three consecutive failed predictions made his teammate completely collapse. He wanted nothing more than to take off his "Data Eye" and send it to a renowned Mechanical God Race repairman for inspection.
The other Mechanical God Race player, however, vaguely sensed that something was wrong and began to analyze the situation.
"That's impossible. Your eye might malfunction, but there's no way both of our eyes, along with two recording devices, all malfunctioned at once!"
"So I suspect that we may have entered some kind of illusion!"
"Or perhaps the one holding the treasure ball is actually some hidden genius from our Mechanical God Race, someone capable of altering