[After thinking all this through, you could not help looking at Wu Yong, the Great Dao's voice ringing out languidly:]
["Since you put it that way, could you have a way to resolve this?"]
[Although you held little hope, you had no choice but to ask him for help.]
[Since he could point it out, you had to hear what this dead-man machine had to say, no matter what.]
[Wu Yong seemed to have been waiting for you to say precisely that, speaking in an electronic voice akin to the Great Dao's voice:]
["Of course I have a way to resolve your death trap this time..."]
["However—"]
[He abruptly changed tack and said:]
["The price you must pay is equally steep."]
[Having said that, he fell silent.]
[His mechanical body reached out and grasped, producing a... Tool from somewhere.]
[A sturdy, silver-gray conical capsule, with thick alloy walls that radiated an unparalleled futuristic feel, explosion-proof round portholes set into both sides, a sealed sensor-operated hatch, and a propulsion mechanism concealed at the top.]
[The whole thing was imposing and solemn, like the ultimate disaster shelter from your previous life.]
[Wu Yong's Great Dao's voice continued:]
["The Disaster-Class Exclusive Shelter."]
[You were speechless. Although this was hardly the time to be speechless, you genuinely could not help it.]
[Wasn't this another thing from that twenty-first-century anime about a robotic cat in your previous life?!]
[As it happened, you had actually watched that one.]
[A shelter?]
[Were you supposed to hide inside it to escape this crisis?]
[That made sense. This was a Golden Finger-level derivative, so presumably its priority was extremely high as well.]
[Perhaps you could survive Wang Hao's clutches.]
[As long as you hid inside, with Wu Yong's protection and this Tool derived from his Golden Finger—]
[There was