Perfecting the Plan

"Joy Boy, I'm sorry."

Those were the robot's final words, its voice filled with endless pain and regret, like a sorrowful cry from the depths of its soul—the last echo of its consciousness.

Swain frowned deeply, his eyes full of confusion as he murmured, "An apology? But why?"

He unconsciously shook his head and folded his arms across his chest, clearly knowing nothing about this mysterious history. He understood that this might have been the major event that occurred when Pluton fell dormant.

The massive Ancient Robot stood there like a towering mountain. The powerful aura it emitted was far beyond anything the Seraphim of today could hope to match.

Among the vast army capable of crusading against Imu, it should undoubtedly have held an absolutely central position.

Yet the affairs of the world changed in an instant, impossible to predict.

The robot's self-destruct mode was likely its final desperate line of defense.

Swain stopped walking and muttered thoughtfully, "This is probably why the robot apologized to Joy Boy."

"What happened to Joy Boy in the end?" Swain asked.

Those ancient words were like mysterious runes, leaving Swain utterly lost. He eagerly hoped Vegapunk could decipher their secrets. Perhaps they could obtain some crucial information and trace the entire chain of events from there.

Upon hearing Swain's question, Vegapunk slowly walked over to the stone monument, bent down, and carefully studied the writing on it with a focused, profound gaze.

After a long while, he finally straightened up and slowly said, "Many of the words here were lost in that great fire."

After saying that, he sighed helplessly and gently shook his head.

A clear look of disappointment immediately appeared on Swain's face. He had thought the all-capable Vegapunk would be able to answer his questions, but even Vegapunk knew