The deathly silence had yet to dissipate. Megatron stared at Ratchet's flawlessly restored liquid-metal body, the amazement and desire in his optics almost tangible.
For some reason, he was growing increasingly fond of things that could rapidly heal injuries.
After years on the battlefield, he was covered in countless old wounds. Every fierce battle required him to spend a great deal of time repairing his body and making up for the damage. If he had such a heaven-defying self-healing body, he would have almost nothing to fear from ordinary injuries in future battles!
After all, some minor injuries might not look serious, but they could indeed affect combat.
For example, a damaged or jammed body part could interfere with transformation.
At that thought, the Decepticon leader, who had just been acting haughty and refusing to spar, grew restless again.
He turned sharply, fixing two scorching gazes on Rimuru. His enormous mechanical head tilted slightly forward, and "I want one too" was written all over his optics. Looking so eager and unable to contain himself, he bore no trace of the formidable figure who dominated the stars.
Rimuru, who had watched everything unfold, instantly understood exactly what Megatron was thinking when he saw that familiar eagerness.
The expression that practically screamed "I want to improve so badly" was just like last time.
Before Megatron could ask for one, or even sound him out, Rimuru cut him off. With a hint of helpless amusement in his voice, he firmly turned down what Megatron had in mind.
"Look at you, getting impatient again."
With that, Rimuru slowly took half a step forward, glanced over Megatron, and patiently explained the key pros and cons.
"The T-1000 liquid metal's recovery ability really is heaven-defying. It can heal itself almost instantly and restore itself without a