The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 7

Director Luo knew perfectly well that Fu Qingya had used that unique scalpel to divert his attention and avoid the question about the high-altitude fall. However, since Fu Qingya clearly had no intention of talking, it would have been unwise to keep prying.

After all, the young man had shown considerable sincerity by offering such a precious gift. Luo, in turn, chose to reciprocate the favor by acting as if he were too captivated by the object to remember his line of questioning.

He believed Fu Qingya would understand his intent.

As long as Fu Qingya didn’t do anything to harm society, the authorities wouldn’t look too deeply into what he wanted to do or what he possessed. In fact, they might even provide assistance when needed.

Through this interrogation, Luo realized that the value Fu Qingya represented far outweighed any answers the young man could provide. Knowing the secret behind that specific question was no longer important.

He let Fu Qingya leave, organized the transcript, and strode out of the interrogation room clutching the scalpel.

“Go get a Grade A protective case,” he instructed a nearby officer.

The officer looked surprised. “This scalpel is certainly unique, but is it really important enough for a Grade A case? Those are usually reserved for things on the level of national treasures. Director Luo, do you really think…”

The officer trailed off, only to see a rare smile cross Luo’s face. “This thing might be even more important than a national treasure.”

He motioned for his subordinate to hurry. Stunned, the officer turned and headed toward the station’s special storage vault.

A few hours later, the metal box marked with the letter “A” passed through several security checkpoints and arrived at a laboratory in the capital of Country A. A top-secret research project began to unfold.

***

Meanwhile, Fu Qingya, who had left the police station looking like a half-asleep ghost, finally returned to his villa.

He casually tossed his skateboard aside. With a few mechanical clicks, the black and gold board shrank into a palm-sized cube and stood upright on the floor.

“Welcome home, Master.”

“Master has worked hard.”

A spherical robot, which Fu Qingya had brought up from the basement to guard the house, rolled to his feet. Its face, composed of text characters, displayed a digital smile.

While “smiling,” it extended two short pincer arms to pick up the cube and tucked it into its torso, which opened with a click.

Click—

The robot’s abdominal hatch closed, and the cube that was once a skateboard vanished from sight.

Fu Qingya gave the diligent robot a slight nod. He leaned down and reached out, his well-defined fingertips resting on its rounded body. A soft glow emanated from him, flowing like a stream into the robot’s frame.

[Energy replenished. It is orange-flavored energy, very delicious. Xiao Yuan thanks Master.]

The robot’s face flashed a happy, playful emoticon. Its little claw brushed against Fu Qingya’s arm. He patted the robot, changed his shoes, and walked into the house.

Living alone in the villa, Fu Qingya never cleaned or cooked—he was a textbook case of someone with zero life skills. To manage this, he employed a housekeeper.

Every morning, the housekeeper would come to clean the villa and prepare three meals, along with some snacks and desserts. Since he had been out all day, she had already prepared his meals and plated them neatly in the refrigerator. If he was hungry, he only needed to heat them up.

However, too much had happened today. After entering the house, Fu Qingya collapsed onto the sofa in exhaustion, his eyes closing almost the moment he lay down.

The spherical robot followed him obediently, carefully covering him with a thin blanket before whirring off to the kitchen.

“Diligent Xiao Yuan will heat up dinner for Master!”

The robot cheered for itself in a tiny voice and sped into the kitchen. Like a busy little bee, it bustled around, and before long, the savory aroma of food wafted through the air.

Gurgle—

The protest from his stomach caused the “sleeping” Fu Qingya to slowly open his eyes. He tossed aside the blanket and headed to the bathroom near the living room to wash his face.

Water droplets dampened the stray hairs on his forehead. He dried off with a towel, ran his hand through his hair to push it back, and walked out feeling refreshed.

“Master, dinner is ready! Master, dinner is ready!”

The robot’s clever, sweet, and youthful voice rang out from the living room. Fu Qingya quickened his pace, tossing the towel into the laundry hamper.

The “diligent bee” had already set the table. It had even peeled the shrimp and arranged them beautifully on a plate.

After a comfortable dinner that satisfied his hunger, Fu Qingya hurried down to the basement. He didn’t even stop to change into clean clothes, still wearing the tracksuit that was dusty from his long struggle with the No. 28 combat robot.

For someone who was usually a germaphobe, this was a significant compromise. It was clear how much he wanted to dive into the alien materials and parts to bolster his research.

Inside the basement, cold, mechanical parts and equipment were manipulated by his long, slender fingers. They moved with a strange rhythm, assembling into sleek, deep-blue mechanical tools that radiated high-tech beauty.

An AI-driven mechanical lifeform detection watch from the 3rd year of the Star Era, a new scalpel forged from alien A-series “Tortoise Gold,” and a first-generation AI butler system to automatically monitor the villa grounds.

These were the three things Fu Qingya needed most right now, and he created them all in a single night. By the time the AI butler system was finished, he had completely exhausted the usable parts and metal sheets salvaged from the No. 28 combat robot.

Fu Qingya’s brow furrowed. He had originally planned to upgrade his outdated second-generation external defense system a product of the 7th year of the Star Era, but he had run out of materials.

It seemed the quality and grade of that No. 28 combat robot were even lower than he had estimated. It was so low that he could only scrape together three technological products that, in the early years of the Star Era, had relied on human resources.

The A48 Galaxy, after gaining a preliminary understanding of Earth’s current state, clearly placed even less importance on the planet than he had imagined. Their contempt for humanity was palpable.

To Fu Qingya, this was a blessing in disguise. It was the perfect environment for him to develop his strength in the shadows.

The No. 28 combat robot was a non-living mechanical creation of the F-series, the lowest tier of the A48 Galaxy. However, even within the F-series, there were differences. The age and rarity of the parts determined the machine’s flexibility and energy efficiency. The higher the quality of the material, the more formidable the creation.

Based on Fu Qingya’s years of deep experience with the mechanical entities of the A48 Galaxy, the materials used for No. 28 were lower-middle grade. Furthermore, it had participated in at least three battles, with a damage level of fifty percent.

If that hadn’t been the case, the family of three would never have survived long enough for him to rescue them.

Thinking of this, the fleeting satisfaction he felt from his work faded. He strapped the mechanical watch onto his wrist. The moment the tiny, clear display touched his cool skin, several needle-sized mechanical arms extended and pricked his surface.

Beep—

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