Chapter 750 - 30 Purpose

"Alright, I have to get back to class..."

[Johnny: Ah damn, this stupid kid, the world outside is in chaos, and he’s still thinking about school?]

The war drums echoed mightily as Lille sat in the command center overseeing the global offensive.

The aliens descended from the sky like demonic overlords, piercing through the atmosphere to engage humans, with flesh and steel flying as the air conveyed the explosions from the battlefield.

Yet some were only thinking about getting back to their studies.

Sam watched the war unfold on the screen, suddenly feeling a bit lost:

Fate had once placed him in a beautiful Chevy during his youth, turning a life that should have been mundane into one full of dramatic ups and downs, and possibly soon, into something magnificent...

How many people, when facing roaring waves and thunderous clouds, would immediately think of grabbing a surfboard to conquer nature?

In reality, most people fantasize about enjoying that feeling, but would never tread a path so clearly suicidal.

Besides, outside this command center were professional soldiers, intelligence personnel, politicians, experts from various fields, and mysterious robots scattered everywhere...

After extracting Spark Energy and reading the information inside, Sam was just an ordinary person. Did this place really need a university freshman?

Through the camera, Lille looked at Sam, who appeared honest and straightforward:

"Optimus Prime must have told you that you’re important."

Sam continued packing his things: "Yes, we know now, what’s important is the information on the Magic Cube Fragment, you now have the information and the plan..."

"I’ve seen your previous records," Lille continued, "Most humans can’t survive at the disaster’s center, those who did became survivors, and you’re one of them."

"Yeah, I got lucky." Sam paused briefly in his packing.

"If luck decided everything, this world would have long become a massive casino: casting dice before exams, job hunting by rolling dice, getting paid by tossing dice... Ultimately, the lucky ones go to university, have jobs, and earn high salaries.

When things get too complicated, we simply say it’s just luck, but what if you hadn’t gotten into that car; how would you have had this chance?"

"What are you trying to say?" Sam halted, visibly agitated, "Are you trying to persuade me to go to the battlefield? Do you think, in such a complex situation, that the only thing lacking is a college student like me?"

Johnny’s Phantom appeared before Sam, observing the young man’s expression while mocking.

[Johnny: Look at his timid appearance, could someone lend me a hand to punch him in the face?]

Logically, Lille should have let Sam go: this young man had many ideas and was extremely close with the Autobots, always watching him felt like having a camera installed behind him.

He wasn’t like his three roommates, who were essentially naive people wanting to see the world and make some money.

If he really decided on something, he would genuinely grit his teeth and see it through to the end.

He was just slow to react, his thoughts muddled, much like young people of his age—if something shocking happened on TV, he’d undoubtedly pound the keyboard online and talk indignantly with others during meals.

But the moment it involved making a real change, excuses would soar from within: wouldn’t I be going to die alone? What use is one person? I’m just an ordinary college student...

I’m just an ordinary person.

[Johnny: Why are you persuading him?]

Lille suddenly brought this up, simply because he felt this young and brimming with passion young man was just like his former self.

Except this young man originally had the chance to save the world, but due to his involvement, the situation drastically changed.

Most things had traces to follow, Lille just felt maybe Sam actually, deep down, didn’t want to be that ordinary person...

But becoming the person he dreams of being seemed truly difficult, perhaps even an unseen path.

Yet if one doesn’t give their all each time, the regret afterward would be far more painful than the current bewilderment.

But... there’s no need to persuade him.

Lille retracted his thoughts:

"You’re right, this war is quite beyond your control, if you want to go home, then go home, and leave the rest to the Autobots and Berry’s army."

With every step, Sam felt his burden grow heavier: even though this was what he had always wanted, he felt as if something was lost.

But no one was going to stop him from pursuing ordinary life anymore.

Even Johnny gazed at Sam’s back, becoming silent.

[Johnny: But he’s just a kid, what’s the state of the battle?]

"We are making steady progress... but our battlefield isn’t here."

Johnny hesitated, then flashed from the doorway to Lille’s side:

[Johnny: What do you mean?]

"Remember? I said, we need to go back to Night City... The Autobots have technology that can help us return."

The technology that could help Lille return was once hidden within the Magic Cube, but with its shattering, the information also fragmented.

But Lille knew where to get that thing:

When Sam was babbling nonsense, he mentioned a name, Sentinel Prime.

Sentinel Prime was the former leader of the Autobots, and once even quelled the Transformers’ civil war on Cybertron, using a technology he invented...

Space Bridge Technology, capable of spatially relocating a star.

Sentinel Prime utilized Space Bridge Technology to relocate a star over Cybertron, solving the energy crisis of that mechanical planet, and temporarily quelling the civil war...

But after that, a new civil war broke out for the planet’s leadership.

If it could relocate a star, it might very well be used to relocate Lille, directing him to the designated world.

Even when the Autobots and Berry’s army went into battle readiness and the demand for industrial materials climaxed, with countless companies and R&D departments interacting with the technology database and AI that split from Lille, he had acquired all available technology and resources:

Humans had once frozen Megatron at Hoover Dam, stored the Magic Cube, and reverse-engineered Transformers to obtain modern technology.

Now, with Megatron alive threatening the Autobots and humans outside, and the Magic Cube turned into fragments, the fruits of human research hadn’t completely vanished.

The Federal Government hid them well, but no matter how well hidden, they needed people for research, and as people moved through society, with enough data flowing, it was enough for Lille to find traces—

Aside from units involved on the front lines, he now had 5000 different combat units at his command.

Hidden beneath a vast production network, robots were also collecting remnants containing Spark Energy.

According to the plot, Sentinel Prime’s spaceship was on the Moon Dark Side...

It only takes a bit of Spark Energy to awaken that dormant old guy.

Johnny glanced at the motionless Lille and suddenly disappeared, reappearing by the window:

[Johnny: Looks like you have a plan, I kinda like this world, after the war, can we stay a few more days?]

[Johnny: I’ve never been welcomed like a hero before.]