Hearing that, Rimuru couldn't help but smile knowingly. The more I look at this routine, the stranger it gets. It's just like an ancient emperor handing out rewards one by one, and Nitro Zeus alone has won His Majesty's favor.
For no other reason than that he reminds me of an old acquaintance.
How about giving him a middle part and getting him a basketball or something?
Yeah, that could work, but it'll have to wait.
He looked up at Megatron, whose face was full of confusion, and patiently explained.
"Nitro Zeus is obsessed with singing, dancing, and rap. These two speakers aren't useless decorations. During a fight, rousing music can boost his own fighting spirit, while powerful sound waves can interfere with enemy mechs' audio detection systems, providing supplementary sonic disruption. Besides, after winning a thrilling aerial battle, he can make his entrance to his own BGM. As the saying goes, no one can defeat me in my own BGM."
Megatron murmured thoughtfully, only half understanding. He made a note of the unusual modification for now and asked no further questions.
Shaking the jumble of ridiculous ideas from his head, Rimuru looked past the crowd and fixed his gaze on the quietest figure.
Ratchet had been standing silently at the edge all along, neither competing for attention nor claiming credit. He remained quietly where he was.
Rimuru softened his tone and asked gently.
"Ratchet, it's your turn. Tell me, what kind of upgrade do you want? Ask for anything you like, and I can make it happen."
Ratchet raised his head slightly. His blue-and-white optics looked calm and resolute.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke slowly. His voice was still hoarse, but now it carried a weight to it.
"Optimus Prime, everyone... what I said was just