The red-haired idiot, still unaware of everything, glanced at herself and explained information that was obviously somewhat outdated.
"Everything she said was wrong. The correct number is thirteen Machine Armor Race members remaining. However, their strength rivals the Winged Race, and they possess intelligence, logic, and computational ability far beyond that of the Winged Race. Furthermore, they fear no death. If you want to force them to hand over their Race Pawn, the best way is for you to sell your ass..."
Mr. Sora: ?!!!
The boy, who had only just entered that mystical state of wondering whether he was blood-related to this world, nearly had his eyes pop out of their sockets. Sweat poured down his entire body.
Wait, had he misheard something?
Weren't they talking about forming an alliance?!!
How had the topic circled back to selling his ass again?!!
"Hey, hey, hey, are you putting pressure on me? No matter what country it is, the way to pressure your allies is through economic sanctions or military sanctions, right? Having a robot target your ally's ass—what kind of sanction is that?"
But when he turned around, he saw the radiant beauty solemnly patting his shoulder.
"I forgot to tell you. They used to be a collective, and one individual in that collective fell in love with a human. That love was transmitted back to the Machine Armor network, so the entire Machine Armor Race is deeply in love with a man named Riku. And you look extraordinarily like him."
Huh?!!!
So the plan for conquering the Machine Armor Race was to find someone who looked like Riku and have him sell his ass?#!⑷!
Mr. Sora shuddered again and again. He stared in disbelief at the person who had given him limitless terror, watching her rapidly pick up the