Yang Yi continued testing the armor.
"Can you write?"
The armor nodded.
But its meaning had to be understood in reverse-in other words, it couldn't write!
"Retract your spikes."
All the spikes on the armor thrust inward, the longer ones reaching almost twenty centimeters.
"Thrust your spikes inward."
The spikes retracted again.
By this point, Yang Yi could be certain that the armor possessed self-awareness, but it was extremely rebellious and did the opposite of every command!
He glanced around and spotted a wooden barrel nearby. He walked backward two steps, picked up the barrel, and set it in front of the armor.
"Attack this barrel with your left fist!"
The armor didn't move.
"Don't attack this barrel with your left fist!"
The moment he finished speaking, the armor threw a punch, smashing the barrel to splinters on the spot.
"Hit me with your left fist."
For some inexplicable reason, Yang Yi gave that command, and the armor immediately punched at his face.
Fortunately, he had been watching with Three Eyes the whole time. He dodged with all his might and avoided the flying fist.
The armor's left arm had detached and shot out like a rocket punch, punching a large hole in the wall of Su Na's room behind Yang Yi.
Then the armor's arm flew backward into place, as though nothing had happened.
Yang Yi's gaze gradually turned cold as he realized he had misjudged it.
The armor wasn't simply rebellious. It was hostile toward him, acting like a sulking child who liked doing the opposite of what it was told.
But if it could attack him, it would obey!
Fortunately, the armor's actions were controlled by commands, and it wouldn't attack on its own. Otherwise, things would have been troublesome.
As for acting independently, he reckoned that