nashuaworldcup Chapter 240 Little Ji really made stewed mushrooms!
Chapter 240 Little Ji really made stewed mushrooms!
Chapter 240 Little Ji really made stewed mushrooms!
"Aren't you going to die like this?"
Upon discovering that life energy had no effect on the mechanical girl, Broly couldn't help but ask with concern.
"Rest assured, as long as the machine does not continue to deteriorate, I can operate for another fifteen working days in its current state."
Hughie lay on the ground, calmly recovering, seemingly unaffected by her physical disability.
"You mean, you're going to die in fifteen days?" Broly's eyes widened. "Isn't that a terrible thing?"
"The Machine Race has no concept of death. The data and connection of each individual are shared. The individual is the whole. As long as the race does not perish, the damage to a single machine can be easily recreated."
After struggling for a while and finding it useless, Jibril in her juvenile form gave up the futile struggle. After hearing the boy who had captured her worry about the metal lump on the ground, she, perched on the boy's shoulder, began to complain in a loli voice.
"Manufacturing?" Broly looked puzzled, his small mind unable to fully comprehend the existence of the Machine Race. "How are they manufactured?"
"Back at the self-propagation factory, there are designers making various mechanical parts that can repair my current damaged body. But Shubi has already developed a self, making her a unique machine that cannot be replaced by any other machine."
The mechanical girl answered Broly's question and also refuted Jibril's claim that she was one of the extended forms of the Machine Race.
Jibril was refuted, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she started drooling over the mechanical girl on the ground again.
"A special machine that has developed self-awareness, damn it! If I were stronger, I could cut off your head and take it back as a keepsake! Ah!"
Little Jibril's face was filled with resentment, but the next moment a cry of pain escaped from her little mouth.
The first sound to ring out was from her little bottom, a sharp slap as she received a solid slap from Broly.
Broly didn't know why he did it, but he suddenly felt that the guy on his shoulder had the same feeling as his own father, so he just started hitting him.
"Woo~"
The young Jibril bit her lip, her face flushed red, angry at herself for making such an embarrassing sound.
"Where is the factory? I'll take you there."
After Broly hit Jibril, he turned to the mechanical girl on the ground and asked her questions.
"No need, the other mechs have already arrived here."
As soon as he finished speaking, cracks appeared in the sky above, and more than a thousand combat mechs, the Kai, were transferred out of the subspace.
Unfortunately, even though they rushed here after receiving the support order, the time it took for this group of combatants to arrive was still two minutes and thirty-three seconds later than the time when Hughie should have been destroyed by Jibril.
"Leave the rest to us. We will send UC207... no, I mean Shubi, to the self-propagation plant for repair."
"We, the Machine Race, thank you for your assistance with the Schwi mobile suit. We consider you our ally, and we will repay you if you ever need our help again."
After receiving the heart data transmitted by Shubi, these originally cold and lifeless mechanical bodies now speak with a human touch.
After the landing mechs picked up the mangled Shubi from the ground, these mechanical beings prepared to leave with her.
"Uh, I need it right now."
Broly stopped the other party in time.
"Um?"
The male-looking mech tilted its head.
"In fact, I am new to this world and know nothing about it. Now I need normal food and a place to live."
Broly put the young girl Jibril down from his shoulder, changing from carrying her to lifting her, and said this to the mechs floating in the sky.
"Understood. We will provide you with normal food and a safe place to live."
That's what the machine race said, but Broly was worried about the mechanical girl, so he followed the machines back to their self-propagation factory.
Although it's called a factory, it's actually an incredibly huge mobile steel fortress where a large number of mechs are designed and manufactured.
Shubi was placed on a conveyor belt, where the mechanical arms covering the steel fortress quickly disassembled the girl's wrecked body.
One by one, brand new parts were replaced on Shupi's body. Less than thirty minutes after entering the steel fortress, a completely renewed Shupi walked out of the factory again.
If it weren't for the wedding ring still on her hand, it would be almost unbelievable that just half an hour ago, she was a mangled figure with most of her body missing.
"Thank you again for your help!"
Shubi, now a standalone unit, came before Broly after leaving the factory and once again expressed her gratitude.
"You're welcome."
Broly waved his hand, but was busy with his own things.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
After thanking her, Hughie looked up and asked a question with some confusion.
"As you can see, I'm cooking."
Broly answered without turning his head, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"So, you're going to eat this Skywing?"
Hughie's eyes widened, a glint of light flashing in them, and she pressed for an answer.
Before them lay Jibril, a juvenile captive brought by the boy, stripped naked and thrown into a large cauldron provided by the Machine Race.
The large pot contained magically generated water, and underneath it, flames from two machine gun-powered thrusters were burning.
The boy stood beside the large pot that was starting to steam, holding some strange-looking mushrooms and pouring them into the pot.
"Eat her?"
Broly thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Yes, I think I was eating her."
When he wanted to cook something to eat, a dish called Xiao Ji Stewed Mushrooms suddenly popped into his mind.
After learning of his needs, the machine-made creatures obtained a large pot that could fit a young girl inside, and also gathered some edible mushrooms.
Hugh: "..."
In this situation, would we consider there to be a victim?
The skull, which had been repaired, started smoking again after it began to ponder this problem.
"You can't eat her."
Before the system crashed, Hughie stopped thinking about the problem and immediately stopped the boy.
Why?
Broly looked at the mechanical girl, puzzled.
"Because it doesn't taste good; the meat grown by Tianyi is rotten."
Hughie came up with a reasonable explanation.
"Who are you calling stinky? We Skywing race aren't stinky, you piece of scrap metal are the stinky one!"
Upon hearing Hughie's words, Jibril immediately came to the edge of the pot, poked her little head out from under the edge, and began to argue, showing no awareness that she was now being used to make mushroom soup.
"You ungrateful idiot, Winged Race, can't you see I'm speaking up for you? Do you really want to be eaten?"
Hughie thought this Skywing had lost its mind, actually arguing with her at this moment.
"Huh?"
Jibril realized her mistake late, but unwilling to admit she was stupid, she stubbornly said, "I'm not afraid of being boiled in a pot..."
She crawled into the pot and started blowing bubbles in the water. What she said was true; even though she had exhausted all her strength to become a young girl, the temperature of the water was only enough to boil, and it was difficult for it to harm her.
Well, if you want to cook her, you'd need to be hotter than lava.
"You don't really want to eat me, do you?"
Jibril watched the boy sprinkling salt into the mushroom soup in the pot with the Salt Bae gesture and asked him a question with some trepidation.
"I'll let you out after the mushroom soup is cooked."
Broly didn't notice any pain in Jibril's eyes at all. After replying, he redeemed some scallions from the Crystal Palace Shop and threw them at Jibril's face.
Under the powerful heating of the machine gun thrusters, the soup made by Xiao Ji stewed mushrooms was ready in no time.
Broly tasted it and thought it was pretty good, considering it was mushroom soup.
"Would you like some?"
After taking Jibril out of the pot, Broly asked her a question.
"You want me to drink my own bathwater?"
Jibril said this, but she still took the bowl of mushroom soup that Broly handed her, despite her reluctance.
This was definitely not because she secretly tasted the soup while it was in the pot and thought it tasted good and wanted to have another bowl. Rather, it was simply a way for her to quietly regain her strength by consuming food in a difficult situation.
. . . .
Abangte Heim, a giant fantasy species, an apostle of the God of War, and the floating base of the Skywing species.
At this moment, inside the highest hall, the corner of the mouth of the God of War, Artesius, twitched involuntarily, as if he could see through the vast distance and ignore all obstacles, observing Jibril's situation as she drank his stew.
(End of this chapter)