Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 135 The Little Ball That Couldn't Be Caught

A light golden light rippled, and the eleven Primordial Ancestors briefly reached a consensus.

They need to revise the plan.

They are the progenitors, ancient and powerful, beings written into covenants, legends, and Cybertron.

Logically, they shouldn't be holding a meeting over a small, fuzzy, blue ball, but that's how it is.

The small ball hovered in the stream of light not far away, like a small, still angry, bluish-green cloud, and was extremely difficult to catch.

After a moment of silence, Xianjue Tian said, "We can't let her keep running around like this."

Jing Tianwei looked down at the smudged light patterns on his shoulder armor, his tone unusually serious: "I agree."

Huan Tianling crossed her arms: "She doesn't follow any transformation logic at all."

Sai Tianjiao chuckled, "That sounds even more interesting."

"This isn't interesting," Wuchangtian said softly. His gaze fell on the small ball, as if he had seen some extremely precious, yet extremely difficult-to-manage treasure. "She changes her own boundaries with her will."

Xie Tiancui lifted the gold-plated lens, and the outline of the small ball inside the lens was disassembled.

"To be precise, she has no stable boundaries. She will temporarily manifest herself as whatever she believes herself to be."

Maximo sneered from the side, "How convenient. No wonder she managed to make such a mess of things for us."

The little ball heard his tone and slowly turned to him.

Maximo immediately took a half step back.

Sai Tianjiao raised an eyebrow: "Are you afraid of her?"

Maximo smiled: "I'm just respecting the variables."

Yin Tianxing said gently, "She understood."

Maximo's smile faded slightly: "I know."

The little ball made a "chirp" sound.

Yin Tianxing paused for a moment: "She said you'd better know."

Xianjue Tian didn't give them a chance to continue arguing: "We'll set up in three layers."

"First layer, spatiotemporal positioning."

Yin Tianxing nodded and raised his hand to unfurl several gentle arcs of spacetime.

"The second layer is dream-based soothing."

Rui Tianxiao silently bent down, the aura of the ancient beast blending into the light golden light, like a quiet field unfolding in an ancient dream.

"The third layer has stable energy."

Wei Tianxing gently raised his hand, and a subtle yet bright energy connection appeared between his fingers, like a soft guiding line.

Huan Tianling said, "It sounds like capturing infants."

Jing Tianwei said, "She's much harder to catch now than she was in her juvenile stage."

Wuchangtian stared at the small ball: "I'll handle the communication."

Maximo said casually, "Are you sure you're not just going to make things worse for her?"

Wuchangtian looked at him and said, "You can shut up."

"I thought we were all offering advice."

"Your suggestion pollutes the environment."

Sai Tianjiao nodded: "I agree with that."

Zhen Tianzun, standing at a distance, finally spoke: "Begin."

Thus, the eleven founders acted simultaneously.

The arc of spacetime descended first, followed by the unfolding of dreamlike energy, with energy connections approaching from the side. They were trying to give her a space to stop.

The ball did stop for a moment.

She swayed slightly in mid-air, briefly caught between drowsiness, annoyance, and the obsession with going home.

Wu Changtian immediately lowered his voice: "Didn't you want an autograph?"

The ball fell silent.

Yin Tianxing looked at Wuchangtian: "Effective."

Wuchangtian breathed a slight sigh of relief: "That's good."

The next instant, the ball suddenly turned into a crumpled blue-green piece of paper with a "snap," stuck to the arc of spacetime, and slid out along the arc.

Huan Tianling exclaimed in shock, "She used your spacetime arc as a slide."

The ball flew out from the end of the arc, then curled back into a fluffy sphere in mid-air, shaking its edges triumphantly.

She now possesses only a stubbornly tenacious soul consciousness, stripped of most of her rationality, so all her attempts to leave have turned into reckless, headlong rushes.

Xianjue Tian raised his sword and stabilized the space in front of him again.

"Change the plan."

Huan Tianling: "I'll do it."

He raised his hand and created a maze.

The maze has no walls, only a sense of direction. Up, down, left, right, near, far, front, and back are all reversed, so anything that enters it will eventually return to its starting point.

The little ball rushed in, and all the original beings stared at her.

A moment later, a "chirp" sound came from the center of the maze.

Yin Tianxing listened for a moment and said, "She said the road signs are too ugly."

Huan Tianling frowned: "That's not a road sign."

The ball began to spin in the maze, getting faster and faster until it became a small, blue-green spinning top, which spun its way through the maze.

The sense of direction that Huan Tianling had carefully laid out was completely disrupted by her, and it had no effect at all.

Huan Tianling's expression shifted from confident to blank: "What is she doing?"

Through the alchemical lens, Xie Tiancui observed: "She didn't understand the rules of the maze."

"so?"

"So the rules didn't apply to her."

Huan Tianling, clutching her head, crouched down and looked at him: "Is this reasonable?"

Xie Tiancui paused for a moment, then said, "Not really."

The little ball swung itself out of the maze from the other end, wobbled a couple of times, and was clearly a little dizzy.

She floated erratically in mid-air for a while, eventually landing near Maximo.

Maximo immediately stepped back: "I haven't said anything yet!"

The ball stared at him, and Maximo kept smiling.

The small ball suddenly transformed into a fluffy little stamp, which slapped onto his shoulder armor.

A crooked, bluish-green paw print remained there.

Maximo looked down at the seal.

Silence fell over the space.

Sai Tianjiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jing Tianwei turned his head away, pretending he hadn't seen it.

Maximo's smile slowly turned cold: "What does this mean?"

Yin Tianxing listened carefully: "She said, mark bad things."

Maximo took a deep breath, then held it back.

Sai Tianjiao said, "Pretty accurate."

Maximo looked at her: "You all have a lot of prejudice against me."

Sai Tianjiao: "You actually think this is prejudice?"

The little ball got angry again from the noise.

Wuchangtian quickly stepped forward.

"Signature," he said. "I'll sign it for you."

The ball immediately spun back.

She remembered that a friend liked this machine, but she couldn't quite remember who the friend was or why she liked it.

"grumble?"

Translated by Yin Tianxing: "She asked, 'Really?'"

Wuchangtian nodded: "Really."

Sai Tianjiao whispered from the side, "You'd better not lie to her."

Wuchangtian glanced at her: "I didn't lie."

"You used to say the same thing when you created things."

The unspoken shadow loomed large, and the atmosphere in the space suddenly became subtle for a moment.

The impermanent heavens are silent.

The ball dangled in front of him, and suddenly a word came to mind from his jumbled thoughts.

"Squeaky Monster!"

Yin Tianxing understood, his expression changed, and he was somewhat surprised.

Impermanence Heaven: "What did she say?"

Yin Tianxing slowly said, "The Five-Faced Monster."

This time, the space became completely quiet.

Maximo looked at the impermanent sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Wu Changtian immediately turned to look at Yin Tianxing: "You told her?"

"no."

"How did she know?"

Huan Tianling looked up at the flowing light gold characters around her: "Perhaps she really did touch the edge of fate."

Maximo said softly, "Or perhaps she's more of an accident than you think."

Sai Tianjiao glanced at him coldly: "Shut up."

Zhen Tianzun also looked at Maximo, his gaze heavy.

Maximo shrugged: "I was just saying, you're being too sensitive."

The little ball floated there, its fuzzy edges swaying like seaweed in the ocean.

The Impermanent Heaven whispered, "A fragment of the Holy Covenant."

He pulled out the tattered page from the Heavenly Essence.

Pale gold fragments floated in mid-air, lines of text rising and then dispersing. It was incomplete, merely a partial reflection preserved by the progenitors.

Several ancestral figures gathered around.

Jing Tianwei frowned as he looked at it: "What does it say here? Where did she come from?"

Xie Tiancui: "Don't block me."

"I didn't block it."

"Your whole machine is very obstructive."

Huan Tianling peeked out from the other side: "Does this mean she heard about the Quintesson in another world?"

Wuchangtian's expression became indescribable.

Maximo leaned closer: "That's amazing. You see, your work is more famous than your own machine."

Wuchangtian said expressionlessly, "If you say another word, I will erase your name from this page."

Maximo chuckled. "You can't do it."

Sai Tianjiao said, "I can try to hammer him into the tattered page."

Maximo shut up.

The little ball started drifting outwards again while they were flipping through the torn pages.

Wei Tianxing was the first to notice, and raised her hand to gently wrap a thin, soft energy link around her.

The little ball looked down at the line, and after a moment, she transformed herself into a fluffy little pair of scissors.

She snapped the energy link three times, but it wasn't completely severed yet.

Wei Tianxing stepped back a little and quickly manipulated the links to tighten them: "She's very persistent."

Upon hearing this, the enlightened one turned around.

The ball has already cut one line and is now cutting the second one.

Wuchangtian, disregarding the fragments of the Holy Covenant, hurriedly grabbed the newly formed signature and chased after them.

"Wait! Do you still want the autograph?"

The ball stopped immediately; Wuchangtian dared not delay this time.

He raised his hand and wrote words in the void. A light golden light briefly condensed, and a tiny life flame pattern emerged along the edge of the character. The creator handed the mark to this extraordinary soul.

The little ball looked at the signature and chimed in.

Before Yin Tianxing could translate, Wuchangtian had already taken a deep breath and gently pressed the name against the edge of her blue velvet.

The signature fell, briefly affixed to her surface, and then disappeared into the light.

The little ball looked down at itself and chirped.

Yin Tianxing said, "She said it's quite pretty."

Wuchangtian was almost moved to tears and closed his optical glasses: he had finally succeeded in one thing.

Then the ball started rushing outwards again, and Wuchangtian's expression cracked slightly.

"Please, don't move."

Jing Tianwei said in a low voice, "He just said 'beg'."

Huan Tianling nodded: "I heard you."

Sai Tianjiao commented: "It's very memorable."

The fickle heavens have no time to spare for them.

"Listen to me. The five-faced monsters are not gods, not creators. If you encounter them in the future, do not believe their judgment, do not—"

Upon hearing the words "Five-Faced Monster," the little ball became excited again and began circling around the Impermanence Heaven.

"Chirp-chirp monster! Squeak-squeak monster!"

Wuchangtian: "Yes, five-faced monsters, but that's not the point. The point is that they can tamper with memories, impersonate the creator, and exploit judgment—"

The ball suddenly stopped: "Chirp?"

Yin Tianxing: "She asked if she could have another autograph."

Wuchangtian slowly lowered his proud head.

Xie Tiancui said softly, "At least she's willing to stop and listen to you."

Wuchangtian looked at him: "She can only hear the signature."

The little ball is still waiting, but the fickle heavens have finally resigned themselves to their fate.

"Okay," he said, "but you need to hear one more thing."

The ball barely kept quiet.

Wuchangtian quickly said, "The Five-Faced Monster is neither the creator nor a god of Cybertron."

Little Ball: "Chirp!"

"She said she understands," Yin Tianxing said.

Wuchangtian's eyes lit up.

Taking the opportunity, Sai Tianjiao walked over, reached out his hands, and gently clasped them together as if holding a butterfly.

The ball stopped and looked at her warily.

Sai Tianjiao possessed a unique aura—intense, hard, and bright, like the first spark fired during metal forging.

I don't dislike small balls.

Sai Tianjiao looked at her and smiled, "You're really good at making a scene."

The little ball's fuzzy edge twitched, clearly unconvinced.

Sai Tianjiao bent down and gently touched her non-existent forehead with his knuckles: "Go on, little troublemaker."

A wisp of forging fire, invisible to the naked eye, disappeared into the bluish-green velvet light.

The little ball only felt warm for a moment.

Xianjue Tian finally seized the opportunity to speak: "Remember the name."

"Remember your name, and also remember those names that should not be forgotten."

Yin Tianxing continued:

"If one day your memories are overwritten, if all the voices around you tell you the wrong answer, then hold on to the name."

The little ball tried hard to listen, but could only vaguely remember.

Name, Five-Faced Monster, Judgment.

Just then, the light golden light suddenly trembled violently.

The outside world was once again pulled back in time.

The text on the tattered page lit up line by line, then went out line by line.

Yin Tianxing looked up, his expression grave: "There's not enough time."

Jing Tianwei looked at Xiaoqiu: "But we don't know if she has remembered enough."

Maximo looked at the small ball, and unusually, he stopped being sarcastic.

"This summoning went against the plan from the very beginning."

The enlightened ruler commanded: "Continue."

All the original ancestors tried again to stop her.

This time, it won't be gentle.

The sword light sliced ​​out a stable cage, the spacetime fold line contracted into a ring, the dreamlike aura sank into the depths, and energy connections surrounded it from all sides.

The alchemical lens reflected her essential cross-section, its reflection blocking the exit. Zhen Tianzun also raised his hand, and the most powerful warrior used brute force to block the way.

The ball was briefly trapped in the center of all the forces, pausing for a moment.

Then, she transformed herself into a small, blue-green bell.

All the ancestors: ...?

The bell swayed gently in the center of the blockade.

Ding.

The crisp sound of the bell pierced through the barrier, and the small ball transformed into a thin stream of blue light, breaking through the boundary between their obstacles.

Huan Tianling exclaimed, "She turned herself into a voice?"

Wuchangtian was already numb: "Is this... that whatever she desires can come true?"

The small ball reformed into a sphere and continued its ascent towards the end of the void.

At that very moment, a new rift appeared in the pale golden light stream from afar.

All the original ancestors stopped at the same time.

A familiar yet aged figure emerged from the light, walking at a measured pace.

Master Titanium was still clutching the complete copy of the Holy Covenant of the Primordial God in his hand, not fully comprehending what was happening before his eyes.

He saw:

Fragments of the universal covenant lay scattered in mid-air.

Wuchangtian was still holding a second signed document that he hadn't had time to give out.

Maximo had a crooked, bluish-green mark on his shoulder armor.

The labyrinth of the Illusionary Spirit was thrown into chaos.

The edges of the energy connections of the micro-stars looked as if they had been cut by tiny scissors, like cotton wool floating in the air.

Jingtianwei and Xietiancui are trying to close a blockade that has been exploited.

Zhen Tianzun's expression was grave, as if his dignity had just been challenged by something unreasonable.

Sai Tianjiao stood to the side, laughing so hard he almost choked.

Xianjuetian gripped his sword, looking exhausted.

There was a hint of helplessness in Yin Tianxing's eyes.

The small, bluish-green, fuzzy ball was suspended in mid-air, its surface shrouded in the life-fire patterns of the Unpredictable Heaven, and also carried a hint of unseen forging fire.

She was preparing to rush out again.

Master Titanium remained silent for a long time.

The little ball suddenly stopped and looked at him, recognizing the familiar and comforting scent.

Master Titanium was also looking at her.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at the eleven ancient ancestors.

"...What exactly are you doing?"