Chapter 51: Xin Jide: I Built Swaro? Really?!

After finding the breakthrough, Xing and the others immediately followed Clara.

To show sincerity, the omnipotent Master Dan Heng even helped her repair the power device.

This made Clara very troubled; she knew everyone present was good, but she didn't want to just watch them clash with Swaro.

"Clara, you're good at observing, right? Look at us three—do we look like people from the lower district?"

Looking at Clara's doubtful little gaze, Sanyue Qi explained: "We are not people of this world, Swaro's calculations don't include our existence; if his calculations are based solely on 【the people of the lower district】, then the results obtained are no longer applicable now."

"From another... world?" Faced with Sanyue Qi's words, Clara merely puffed her cheeks and gently shook her head: "Please, please don't treat Clara like a child! Those stories are just imaginations of adults; Clara knows..."

"Clara, Xing and Sanyue Qi aren't lying; I believe them." Bronya soothed, "I understand your feelings—you hope the lower district will have a turning point, yet you don't want anyone hurt. But my intuition tells me that Sanyue Qi, Dan Heng... and Xing, these three are the turning point of this world."

"Let them meet Swaro face to face, see what's different in the calculations—there's no loss for you or him, right?"

Bronya's words seemed to hit Clara right in the heart; after a brief ponder, Clara finally agreed with everyone.

Perhaps, as Sanyue Qi said, Mr. Swaro's calculations have become a thing of the past; even if Clara wanted to change Swaro's mind, she'd have to wait a long time—better to seize this opportunity and be brave once. Perhaps everything will turn around?

Clara led Xing and the others into the final gate, successfully meeting Swaro.

In light of Clara's recommendation, Swaro was willing to give Xing and the others a chance to speak; as for his attitude, it would depend on the outcome of the negotiation.

Unfortunately, the speech had just begun when Xing simply mentioned the two words "Star Core," and the previously relatively "gentle" Swaro suddenly became tense; he assessed everyone's threat index to the highest and immediately entered battle without further discussion.

As a prototype machine, Swaro's strength is worlds apart from other robots in the tribe; he can freely control countless missiles, carry out bombardments without restraint, and even summon mechanical giant hands to firmly grip opponents.

The sight of Swaro single-handedly fighting five people left Anbesa stunned.

This... this is the power of technology?!

It's practically like magic!

Missiles flew from Swaro's back like they were free, exploding so fast the crowd could barely keep up; the power of his hand-held cannon was also immense—a direct hit could blow a fully armed Nuoxikasisi soldier to smithereens. If such a Swaro robot reached the battlefield, perhaps just one could suppress the Demacian army!

Meanwhile, at the same moment in the lower city, Zaun.

Countless strong men were lugging mechanical equipment of various sizes to a secret underground factory.

Although the factory was hidden, its interior was spacious; it not only held the "scrap metal" from Xin Jide's laboratory, but also extra pieces of machinery enormous in size, like beasts. These machines, new or old, piled up mountains and filled valleys, dazzling the eye, stacked together like a steel fortress two stories high.

Even when they first saw Swaro in the Great Mining Area, Xierke had begun increasing his collection of upper-city machinery; this time it was Xin Jide's turn to guess Xierke's thoughts.

It's actually quite easy to guess—nothing more than copying the machine named "Swaro" shown on the light screen.

After seeing Swaro's immense firepower suppressing five people, who wouldn't be moved? Xierke's interest is only natural; he understands completely. But understanding aside, the gap in craftsmanship won't change due to personal will.

"Doctor, I'll support your ideas and research, but beforehand..." Xierke pointed at Swaro fighting everyone on the light screen, "You might have already guessed what I mean—"

"Unfortunately, that's impossible."

Before Xierke could finish speaking, Xin Jide outright denied his delusion.

He calmly shook his head, walked slowly forward, and stopped before the mechanical turret in the factory's deepest recesses—a turret about a person tall, with dark red light flowing across its surface.

"H-28Q Evolution Turret, Professor Heimerdinger's automatic anti-enemy weapon developed for Piltover's defense, once represented the continent's top craftsmanship."

Xin Jide touched the turret's core; the twisted large cylinders clustered together, the winding copper pipes wrapped around the core like blood vessels—such dense copper pipes must be for heat dissipation. Legend has it that after several rounds of firing, this turret fires a powerful laser—even as thick as Demacia's walls would struggle to resist.

"Although it's hard to imagine where you got this from in the upper city..."

"But I can say for certain that even with ten times the precision of this turret's technology, I couldn't replicate a legend like Swaro."

""This isn't the answer I wanted to hear," Doctor." Facing Xin Jide's answer, Xierke didn't get angry; instead, his voice remained calm.

"Don't rush, I'll tell you the answer." Xin Jide waved at him, signaling Xierke to come closer and have a look together.

He pointed at the turret's interior core—although time has passed, the core remains well preserved; through the gaps in the turret, Xierke could see the chain meshing on a metal wheel less than one centimeter in diameter, each link only the size of a sesame seed.

"Legend has it that Piltover's early turret cores had diameters over 2 meters; after Professor Heimerdinger's modifications reduced the diameter to 20 centimeters. Thanks to the core's modification, the turret can be built with more functions, delivering greater firepower."

"But this step took Professor Heimerdinger decades to accomplish."

Xin Jide sighed, "Creating a mechanical behemoth like Swaro requires more than just intelligent technology—it needs tremendous firepower, missile launch capability, and giant-hand manipulation... Simply put, the craftsmanship required is equivalent to shrinking this 20‑centimeter core down to under 2 millimeters."

Moreover, we don't know what power source fuels Swaro; if it's electricity, then unless you're willing to sacrifice half the lower city's power, even if we built him we couldn't make him move.

"If he can't move, what's the difference between him and a useless lump of iron?"