Sitting cross-legged in silence on the floor of his base, Sun Cheng lowered his head to look at the gray crystal in his palm. There was no emotion on his face, but the blue light flickering continuously in his eyes revealed the turmoil within.
After a long while, he slowly rose to his feet and exhaled deeply like a human. "What a mess..."
A mess!
It was the only phrase he could think of to describe this hasty return from the real world.
Thinking back to when he had first returned to the real world, Sun Cheng had been brimming with confidence. He had even believed that he was fully prepared. Yet reality had taught him another lesson. Without a Decepticon body, he was only slightly different from ordinary people.
The same vulnerable head, the same fragile body. Just two or three people with a few knives could threaten his life.
It was laughable. Back then, he had thought that bringing a few weapons back to the real world would let him handle everything. Yet he had forgotten that firearms could not be used freely in reality. Once someone died and his existence was exposed, everything he had in the real world would be over.
"Naive... ridiculous..."
Mocking himself, Sun Cheng climbed to his feet and looked down at his clenched fist. As he sensed the power from his Decepticon body—a force that existed solely for destruction—the irritation, panic, and unease he had brought back from reality gradually faded away.
"That's right. So deep down, I had already realized that this was the place truly suited for me—the place where I could change my fate... I simply never wanted to admit it..."
Originally, he had planned to stay in the real world for at least a month, settle the trouble