Fall

Fall

Piloting Martial Armor Type Eight, Chen Yu felt as relaxed and at ease as if he had returned home. He had never been in better condition.

Creating Dreamscapes, operating puppets, beating people up, treating illnesses—everything felt amazing no matter how he did it. It was far more comfortable than dealing with little fairies.

The power of Human-Machine Unity seemed to have strengthened, making everything even more effortless. He even felt as though he were truly taking control of his own body.

Wang Chuyun, standing nearby, also sensed the change in Chen Yu.

She closed her eyes and felt it out for a moment before facing Chen Yu and saying firmly, "There's no problem. You've merely become stronger."

"Since you say so, it should be fine. Evil God, how's my luck now?"

"It improved before, but now it's getting worse again." Evil God frowned. "What exactly are you doing? Cut ties with those Iron Men already. When other people see a cesspit, they avoid it. Why do you insist on jumping in to see how salty it is?"

Chen Yu glanced at Evil God, then said to Wang Chuyun, "Does this guy have a way to get himself wiped out once and for all?"

"I don't know, but I'll think of something."

"Enough already!" Evil God said angrily. "You're moving forward! I can't be bothered with you anymore. Just make sure there's a whole corpse left for yourself!"

"Pah! Even if you die, I might not!"

Martial Armor Type Eight began to activate, and the enormous puppet advanced toward the neighboring area.

The tunnel leading next door had collapsed from years of disrepair, but that was no great issue for Shao Lingyun.

Standing on Martial Armor Type Eight's shoulder, the other members of the Opera Troupe's Remnants guarded him. Their