Chapter 622: The Power Matrix

This planet, just as Ye Nan had suspected, was called Cybertron; no one knew how it came into existence.

This planet had existed since ancient times in the edge regions of the galaxy, drifting endlessly within temporal currents, remaining peaceful—until one day, a race called the Quintessons discovered Cybertron and took up residence upon it.

To free themselves from grueling labor, the Quintessons relentlessly advanced their technology, eventually creating two production lines—one for military, one for civilian—and to control the Transformers produced on these lines, they pooled all their scientific knowledge to forge the Power Matrix.

The Power Matrix was a supercomputer storing nearly infinite ancient technological knowledge and mysterious techniques; most importantly, it held the Leadership Module of the Creator—Primus.

Through the Leadership Module of the Creator—Primus—the Power Matrix granted consciousness to the Transformers, transforming them into mechanical lifeforms.

Naturally, the consequence was war: the conscious Transformers could no longer endure Quintesson enslavement and rose in rebellion, driving the Quintessons off Cybertron.

After expelling the Quintessons, Cybertron fell into peace—but this peace lasted only a few years before war erupted again, as the Transformers turned on each other in civil conflict, engulfing the entire planet in flames and reducing it to its current state.

After the war, peace was finally restored, only for a new crisis to strike: the energy shortage. To replenish the planet’s own energy, the Power Matrix chose to enter dormancy, plunging all of Cybertron into a state of slumber—until now.

“Master Titanium is the Transformer who guards the Power Matrix; he is the first-generation Transformer and our protector. Whenever our Mechanical Beasts face external attacks, he intervenes and drives the enemies away.” As he spoke, Gold Tiger’s tone carried unmistakable malice; deep inside, he wondered: Why hadn’t Master Titanium emerged yet to expel Ye Nan and his group?

Ye Nan naturally had no idea what Gold Tiger was thinking—even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. “Where is Master Titanium?”

Upon hearing this, Gold Tiger hesitated again—but quickly surrendered under Ye Nan’s threatening gaze. “Below ground.”

“Take me to him.” Ye Nan ordered.

Transformers and the Power Matrix—both were what he wanted. Upon hearing these names, he knew: these two things were exactly what he sought.

To be honest, Transformers held little value for him—their massive bodies were like targets, their weak firepower unable to penetrate even the shields of powerful starships; their fragile steel frames would be shattered by just a few volleys from a starship’s cannons. Their only advantage lay in their ability to transform and possess self-awareness.

But regardless, anything that could bring even the slightest advancement to the Empire’s technology—he would seize it. “Accumulate sand into a tower”—this saying was not mere rhetoric.

“Oh.” Gold Tiger responded, then looked at the Terminator, signaling it to release him.

“Let him go.” Ye Nan commanded.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The cold mechanical voice answered his order; the silver-white liquid metal slowly retracted, and in an instant, Gold Tiger returned to his original form.

Gold Tiger bounced and stretched his body, then extended his claw, digging into the ground until he uncovered a button, which he pressed. “I’ll take you there immediately.”

A grating, teeth-chilling sound echoed beneath Ye Nan and the others; in an instant, they were pulled downward by gravity.

“So it’s beneath our feet,” Ye Nan thought. His falling body stabilized, and he floated suspended in midair.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three muffled impacts rang out; the Terminator and the Mechanical Beasts all crashed headfirst into the ground. But unlike the Mechanical Beasts, the two Terminators transformed into silver-white liquid metal the moment they hit, absorbing the shock with far less impact—its effect on them was negligible.

The Mechanical Beasts, however, were different. Though their bodies were solid metal, precisely because of that, they suffered far worse—under the force of the impact, their frames felt as if they were about to disintegrate.

“Is this where Master Titanium is? And the Power Matrix?” Ye Nan descended from the air, curiously scanning his surroundings.

It was a world of black metal, beneath a sci-fi base shrouded in endless darkness; at the end of the darkness, the yellow, glass-like Power Matrix lay before Ye Nan.

“The Power Matrix?” Ye Nan stared at it, his excitement rising.

The Power Matrix resembled a giant yellow marble, its surface covered in intricate patterns radiating an unusual beauty.

“Yes, this is the Power Matrix.” A voice answered Ye Nan.

Ye Nan turned toward the sound and saw a figure hidden in the darkness—no, it was a Transformer.

About three zhang tall, its red-and-white steel body was clad in blue armor; its gray-white face bore several white whiskers—wrought entirely of steel.

“Do Transformers age?” Ye Nan sneered at Master Titanium’s appearance.

Transformers were mechanical lifeforms, inherently immortal; as long as they weren’t destroyed by enemies, no matter how much time passed, they would never die—let alone age.

Yet this being calling himself Master Titanium displayed the unmistakable signs of extreme old age. In Ye Nan’s mind, this act had only one purpose: deception.

Anyone facing an ancient, frail enemy would instinctively lower their guard—and then Master Titanium would seize his opportunity.

“You may call me Master Titanium, mighty outsider,” Master Titanium lowered his head to look at Ye Nan. “There is nothing here you need.”

“What about the Power Matrix?” Ye Nan’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Master Titanium fell silent, then spoke: “Would you listen to a story?”

“Will you give me the Power Matrix if I listen to the story?” Ye Nan asked.

Master Titanium froze—he had never anticipated this response. But now, he had no choice but to press on. “If, after hearing the story, you still desire the Power Matrix, I may grant it to you.”

“Good. Speak.” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to cast recommendation votes or monthly tickets—your support is my greatest motivation.)