Collapse Iron: After transmigrating, he was exposed to the entire universe by the Last King.

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Megatron's hands trembled as he accepted what was, to him, the tiny spark.

With just a touch, Megatron felt his entire body brimming with energy.

“I understand, sir.”

His tone was full of solemnity and seriousness.

"There's one more thing. While I'm away, you'll temporarily be their leader and lead them in rebuilding Cybertron."

Upon hearing this, Megatron immediately knelt on one knee, his eyes gleaming.

"I will certainly live up to your expectations, and the glory of Cybertron will illuminate the entire universe."

At this moment, Luo Ping and Captain Jia, who were standing nearby, exchanged a glance and then looked up at the sky without saying a word.

It indicates that they know nothing and have not heard anything.

Captain Jia even turned off all the recording equipment on his body, and stomped on the ones that couldn't be turned off.

Yes, it was damaged in the battle.

There was nothing they could do; they couldn't afford to offend Jiang Lin and his group, nor could they afford to offend the company's higher-ups.

If there were even one employee here at level P40 or higher, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Of course, Jiang Lin didn't care about these trivial matters. After all, in his view, the whole world would know about these things sooner or later.

Besides, even if the company doesn't sell, he can make it by hand, and he might even make it better.

If I just buy it, I'll spend all my current savings, and I'll be poor for a while again.

After arranging everything, Jiang Lin turned to look at Luo Ping and Captain Jia.

What are you all standing there for?

The two of them suddenly realized, "Oh right, what are we doing here?"

So the two quickly said goodbye and left the scene.

After the two left, Jiang Lin looked at Megatron again.

"Take me on a tour of this planet."

Megatron didn't say much and simply transformed back into his spaceship.

Within just three and a half systems, Jiang Lin had gained a deep understanding of the specific situation of this planet.

The civilization on this planet was not advanced; some remaining ruins indicate that the original inhabitants could not even travel through space.

But that's fine too. This planet hasn't been influenced by any advanced civilizations, so cleaning it up won't be too much of a hassle.

After dividing up several areas that looked decent, Jiang Lin gave the following instructions to Megatron:

“These places are not bad and can be used for the initial base construction.”

"I understand, sir. Don't worry, leave it to me."

Jiang Lin nodded, but then he paused slightly, as if he had sensed something.

"What's wrong, sir...?"

Jiang Lin smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. You just have another colleague now."

Megatron was confused, as there were no other robots nearby.

"His name is Gallagher."

(This book is already 20 words long. Do you have any other good book titles?)

Chapter 100: The treatment given to the protagonist when working for him.

On Sunday, Walter pulled him aside to a corner of the observation car.

"Let me state upfront that I have no objection to your joining, regardless of your background."

Walter adjusted his glasses, his tone calm, but his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

At this moment, Sunday, who appeared somewhat sickly and delicate, did not show any surprise.

“I understand your concerns. You can ask me questions, and I will try my best to give you answers that will put your mind at ease.”

Walter pondered for a moment, then asked in a calm tone:

"How did you break free from the family's control?"

Sunday sighed, her eyes somewhat dim.

"To my shame, it was the company's ambassador who provided me with some small assistance."

Walter nodded; the reason was not unexpected.

"The company won't do anything without profit. What have you contributed?"

On Sunday, her eyes were downcast, a hint of reluctance flashing in them...

"I've lost the courage to say goodbye to her with my true self..."

Walter frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

"Is it Miss Robin?"

Although Walter uttered a question, his tone betrayed his inner speculation.

Sunday didn't say much, only letting out a barely perceptible sigh.

Seeing his reaction, Walter became even more certain of his guess and promptly asked the next question.

What is your specific purpose in boarding the train?

On Sunday, after composing myself and mentally organizing my thoughts, I replied in a calm tone:

“I failed in the past, but I will not stand still. However, before that, I need to find the right direction again.”

"So you chose the Star Train?"

On Sunday, he nodded, his eyes full of sincerity, and his expression without the slightest flaw.

After scrutinizing him for a moment, Walter asked one last question.

"You...won't hurt your fellow passengers on the train, right?"

As he asked the question, Walter's eyes sharpened, and he stared intently at Sunday.

"Of course not, I can guarantee that."

Sunday was equally assertive, with no flaws in either tone or expression.

After a moment, Walter relaxed and smiled.

"Welcome to the Star Train."

On Sunday, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her tone was calm and gentle.

"My pleasure."

Walter nodded, then added:

"From now on, we'll all be family, so there's no need to be so distant in how we address each other."

Sunday nodded, but then his brow furrowed slightly...

"Uncle Yang...?"

Upon hearing those two words, Walter was also taken aback...

"You don't need to call me Uncle Yang."

Sunday looked even more troubled, and then managed to utter two more words.

"Brother Yang...?"

That's not what I meant. Just call me by my name.

Walter was somewhat speechless, but then he seemed to have thought of something and asked uncertainly:

"You haven't forgotten my name, have you?"

Upon hearing Walter's question, Sunday's expression froze, and he struggled to recall the events that had been swirling in his already confused mind...

"How could that be, Yang..."

"speak out."

Walter looked at Sunday across the street, wondering if the other person remembered his name.

Finally, on Sunday, he managed to squeeze out a few words...

“Mr. Teyvat Yang…”

"Forget it, that's not my name."

Walter's lips twitched slightly at this moment, and then he thought about it again. It must be that the other party had just joined the train and was not yet familiar with it.

I'll treat him to a few cups of Himeko's coffee later, and he should remember his name.

"Just call me Walter."

And on Cybertron, far away from Pinocchio.

"I... I really came back to life?"

Gallagher was somewhat bewildered and surprised.

But then he realized something was wrong; he found his body... a little stiff?

Are you satisfied with this body?

"This is... a machine?"

Gallagher tapped his chest, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"Yes, I modeled it after that cowboy. It's much stronger than a human body. Of course, the most important reason is that it's simpler to make."

Jiang Lin explained calmly.

"Is there a mirror?"