The remote control was strange, with jagged edges and lines of patterns running across it. Its back was completely transparent, and several buttons had been precisely set into those patterns, labeled in the continent's common tongue: "Forward," "Back," "Teleport," "Attack," and "Crouch." On closer inspection, there were actually more than seventy buttons.
"You want me to use this to control it?"
Baron awkwardly scratched his head. "The budget is limited. The Goblin Clan has ones controlled entirely by thought, but they're too expensive. Li, don't worry. Once I have money, I'll definitely replace this remote control."
Li Ziran rolled his eyes. Aside from the teleportation at the start, which had been somewhat novel, the insides of this big fellow were entirely cobbled together from outdated materials.
Li Ziran did not know much about robots, but he at least knew what rust looked like. The rust around the corners of the room was clearly residue from some scrap-processing plant.
He was not foolish enough to point out those flaws. For Baron to have achieved this much in only a few days was already extraordinary. In Li Ziran's view, it was an incredible achievement for this big fellow to take even a single step.
He lightly pressed the "Forward" button. At once, the entire big fellow began to buzz and tremble. The ground seemed to undergo a massive earthquake, tilting at a bizarre angle. Li Ziran slammed straight into the iron plating. Fortunately, Gao Da pulled him back. Otherwise, that single blow would have badly injured him.
After all, not a single organ in Old Li's body was normal anymore. He had not been possessed by the Time Ghost, only to be injured by these money-burning contraptions.
"Li, sorry, sorry." Baron hurried over, placed something like a helmet over Li Ziran's head,