The metallic floors of Cybertron had been scrubbed spotless by the "blessings," reflecting Allen's ramrod-straight figure.
The sharp pain deep within his Sea of Spirit lingered, but a blazing fire had ignited in his azure eyes.
It was a fervor unique to a mecha enthusiast.
'Well, if I can't achieve immortality through cultivation, I'll just have to pilot a Gundam instead.'
Allen's lips curved into a mysterious smile. He hadn't felt this excited in a long time; the last time had been the moment the Freedom Gundam successfully ignited.
This time, however, he wasn't trying to forge a stronger weapon for himself.
He was going to forge a new path for an entire civilization.
[Command confirmed. Core requirements: Witchcraft-free, replicable, and independently masterable by a mortal civilization.]
All of Allen's mental sub-threads activated, with one connecting directly to Jarvis.
