"Battle? What a violent word."
The old man shook his head, and a string of severed cables fell out, along with several oxidized chips bearing the crest of the Rupert Empire.
"Hehe... They all said I was broken, just like this child."
The terrifying steel fortress stepped forward a few paces and stood stiffly behind the old man.
Its gears meshed continuously, producing strange sounds as if responding to the old man's commands.
The old man stared at Dan Heng and March 7th, a faint gleam hidden in his eyes.
"The Emperor's legacy is not open only to inorganic beings. If you can cast aside your current shackles... it will guide you toward the correct path."
His words were like a spell, stirring wave after wave of resonance in Dan Heng and March 7th's minds.
It was as though accepting this so-called [Imperial Legacy] in their subconscious would cause something extraordinary to happen.
"No need. I'm plenty strong!"
While Dan Heng was still dazed, March 7th had already responded.
"What Imperial Legacy? Keep it for yourselves. If you don't like it, come fight me."
The old man said, "..."
He looked at Dan Heng.
"And you, young man?"
"I accept."
With almost no hesitation, Dan Heng chose to accept the legacy.
"???" March 7th's pink-blue eyes widened as she looked at him like he had failed to live up to expectations.
"Can't you show a little backbone?"
"Unprovoked favors always hide ulterior motives!"
"How could something that good just fall from the sky? Don't you have hidden power? Why accept this?"
"More power is always a good thing," Dan Heng replied calmly.
"The Differential Universe is likely a project that requires us to take the initiative, accumulate strength, and ultimately produce a result."
"If we do nothing, Mr. Screwllum will