Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 73 I am the Gravitational Vector

That final blow in the center of the field was a smash.

Hercules' massive and tyrannical machine was completely thrown off balance by the pressure from the Heavenly Venerable. Its right knee collapsed first, then its shoulder armor cracked, and finally, under another round of close-range fusion cannon fire and slashing blades, the entire machine finally lost its support.

He fell heavily forward.

The ground of the stadium shook violently.

After that, the entire arena paused for an almost unreal half-second before completely erupting.

The audience seats, the supporters' area, the upper secondary stands, and the outer broadcast screens—all the sounds were ignited at once, and with a bang, they all burst forth.

Zhen Tianzun stood amidst the lingering heat and dust, his breastplate cracked and his shoulder wounded, energy fluid seeping down his outer armor and onto the ground, yet he still stepped onto the remains of Hercules step by step.

High and stable.

The supporters have gone mad, and the shouts are rising one after another.

Just then, a muffled thud came from the highest VIP box.

At a time when all machines are instinctively on edge, it's enough to make many eyes turn upwards.

The window in the private room wasn't broken.

As Yin Zongxiang looked at that damned reinforced transparent window, his brows furrowed slightly.

"It's quite hard."

Then she raised her right arm.

The newly installed pulse energy cannon lit up on the wrist and at the interface, and after a short charge, it fired a shot.

This time the window shattered.

The entire surface exploded.

The moment the fragments and light burst forth together, the audience below, still going wild for Zhen Tianzun, was finally pulled away by this second shockwave. Someone in the upper stands shouted first, and then layer upon layer of audience followed suit, even the almost boiling heat in the center of the arena was forcibly cleaved open.

Then they saw it.

A blue-purple machine stood by the broken window high up.

She grabbed the other machine by the neck with her left hand, lifting it out the window like a broken rag bag.

The manager, who was usually aloof and whose face was rarely seen by ordinary viewers, was now dangling in the air, looking extremely disheveled. His right hand, along with half of his forearm, was missing, and energy fluid was still dripping down.

She stood there by the broken window, the wind blowing in from above, and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his mouth—

"I am the gravitational vector."

The commotion below paused for a moment.

Some people were still panting, some were still cursing, and some had no idea how a machine had suddenly appeared up there.

She didn't wait.

"You all saw it just now." She lifted the administrator with her left hand, pulling him further out, and pointed at Zhen Tianzun. "The old king is dead, the new king is born, and he is already standing there."

Her words immediately drew another uncontrollable roar from the supporters' section in the center of the arena. But this time, the roar couldn't completely drown out her words; the next second, she had already raised the phone in her hand slightly.

"And this in my hand is the manager of the arena."

There was a noticeable silence below.

Not all the officers recognized that face, and those who did were already in disarray. The high-ranking observers were even more agitated, but the outside was tightly secured, and no one could break in anytime soon.

Yin Xiang looked down, speaking slowly and clearly, each word distinct.

"This is the thing that squeezes your wages, squeezes your time, makes you work yourself to the bone, sell your life and drain your energy, and in the end you can't even live a decent life."

She said that no one needed to explain herself to her anymore.

Those machines that have been staying around the arena and just getting by under this system can immediately recognize the connection.

"You fight for him, make money for him, and risk your lives to fill the gaps for him." She stared at the layers of optical mirrors that were raised below, "and yet he sits on top of them, well-fed and well-supported, and even a glance at you is like an act of charity."

She changed the subject, and the cold glint in her eyes became even clearer.

"But we were never inferior to them."

Some people in the audience fell completely silent.

Some people were still looking at Zhen Tianzun, while others had their eyes fixed on her high up.

In the center of the arena, on the body of Hercules, Heavenly King also looked up at her.

He didn't speak or interrupt.

He just stood there, covered in wounds and blood, staring at her without moving.

Let's continue discussing the vector.

"Every Cybertronian is the same life." Her left hand was steady without the slightest tremor. "They all deserve respect and to be treated well."

Orion stood slightly behind the inside, his eyes twitching slightly, and the flame on his chest flickered wildly.

The ambulance in the distance didn't say anything, its driver crossed its arms and looked up at the shadow high above, its usual harshness gone.

The person next to him, who was knocked down, unusually didn't make any jokes. He slightly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the figure by the broken window.

The vector has already continued to send the message in.

"Since they haven't fulfilled their responsibilities," she said coldly, "why should you still fawn over them and fear them?"

Red Spider leaned against the side passage, his expression unusually serious, showing that he was completely absorbed in the spectacle.

There were no comments from the Shockwave side, the interface was still open, but my gaze didn't return to the parameters and lines.

"Why are you still afraid of this kind of thing?"

The sound wave, of course, didn't say a word.

But all his real-time corrections went silent for a moment, as the Laserbird hovered high up on another spot, silently recording everything.

On the outer edge, Jazz, holding the machine by the passageway, looked up and chuckled softly.

Zhen Tianzun, standing in the center of the arena, did not hear any of this.

He only looked at the index vector.

Watching her stand there, holding that dog that was usually so high and mighty, finally peeled away the skin for all those who had been suffocating under the oppression.

As she uttered the last word, she raised her right arm.

The pulsed energy bombarded the manager's waist and abdomen.

The machine suddenly arched, and a scream instantly tore through the sky, sharp and pathetic, completely unlike the high-positioned machine it had been just moments before.

The audience below was truly jolted awake. Many even instinctively shrank back. Even those who were watching the live broadcast in front of the camera were mostly stunned until the scream came down. Only then did they finally realize that managers could scream like that, could feel pain like that, and could tremble like dogs in someone's hands.

The sound of the vector was heard again, but the well remained still.

"And now?"

She shook the machine, lifting it higher, making him even more embarrassed.

Do you still think he's aloof and superior?

The manager was in so much pain that he could barely speak, only contorted gasps and screams remained.

"Do you still think this kind of thing is worth bowing down to?"

People below started calling her name.

At first, there were few scattered pieces, but then things became clearer and clearer.

Not all the machines fully understood what she said, but those who did understand started shouting first, and the rest, even those who were just stunned by the scene, would instinctively join in.

"Attracting vectors!"

"Attracting vectors!"

"Attracting vectors!"

The sound rose higher and higher, layer by layer.

She heard it, but didn't look down to see who was shouting. She just stared at the manager in her hand, whose dignity had been completely shattered.

"Look closely," she said finally. "This is what you've all been afraid of."

Then she let go.

The manager dropped the entire machine straight down from a great height, crashing heavily onto the remains of Hercules, and landing not far from the feet of the Heavenly Emperor.

It's not completely dead yet.

Still smoking.

Zhen Tianzun glanced down at him, then looked up at the vector above the broken window.

She stood there, with the window she had blasted open behind her and the face she had publicly torn apart beneath her feet, coldly beautiful and shockingly sharp.

In that instant, something that had been accumulating deep within him for a long time seemed to be twisted even tighter.

It's not just about agreement, nor is it just about appreciation.

It is decline.

They are all.

But he didn't say anything; instead, he stood on Hercules' body and raised his arm.

The next second, the retractable blade fell.

The manager's head was severed on the spot.

The audience went wild once again.