Chapter 739 - 19 Candor

"What is your name?"

"Lille."

Optimus Prime sat on the production line of an abandoned factory, with a green-and-yellow painted Autobot beside him, welding and repairing his wounds.

[Name: Ratchet]

[Description: The Autobot "doctor."]

"Boss, you’re badly injured..."

The battle was over, the Decepticons fled, Optimus Prime... was severely wounded, his surface covered in dents from plasma guns and bullets, the worst being the gash from Megatron’s final sneak attack.

In human structural terms, this axe cleaved down from the right shoulder, penetrating the chest, you could even see the glistening core through the opening.

Although Transformers are incredibly resilient, they are significantly different from robots in the conventional sense.

When they are injured, they require repairs. If metal with similar atomic structures is available as a supplement, the wear is minimal. If not, they must rely on "doctors" or themselves to convert metal into the same type for repairs.

At the same time, a Transformer generally has a core-like area, possibly even several, similar to human organs, to maintain certain special functions...

Correspondingly, their ability to transform is also based on the energy of the spark source flowing through their bodies in a normal state—

Put simply, as long as the spark source energy isn’t exhausted and the main core isn’t blown up, it’s hard to die; however, the loss and damage to parts equates to energy loss.

At present, Transformers lacking spark source energy are essentially burning life in every battle. Their lifespans are generally longer than humans, but still limited.

This was the conclusion Lille deduced during the transformation just now.

Snap.

All cables on his body were detached, retracting into a Transformer completely covered in black, armored, somewhat short and stocky.

[Name: Ironhide]

[Description: The Autobot weapons specialist.]

"Hmm... very unique weaponry concept, not a Decepticon, and quite different from Autobots too, yet you don’t seem familiar with Cybertronian metals...

But this should be innate... I also detected something... or rather, I didn’t detect something that should actually exist, strange."

Ironhide scratched his chin, puzzled by Lille’s presence.

Every Cybertronian, be it Autobot or Decepticon, gains sufficient energy and information from the spark source matching their role from the moment of creation.

The Magic Cube Fragment may lack energy and information, but not to the point of having none at all...

If no information existed, how did he complete the transformation?

No information within the shell, in a metaphysical sense, means no soul in the object, no soul...

Without a soul, how can one be considered alive?

At best, it’s a kind of Cybertronian forged alloy.

Optimus Prime was elevated from an ordinary Cybertronian to a leader, so he understood what Ironhide was saying, and he too was filled with doubt:

"Lille... sounds more like a human name than one of our kind. Please further explain your existence."

Lille moved his body a bit: "I am not a Cybertronian, I am a human."

The twelve-year-old rebellious Johnny suddenly appeared in Lille’s vision, or rather on Optimus Prime’s foot, observing and touching Optimus’s leg.

[Johnny: You just blurted it out? Just like that, revealing our secrets to this super alien giant?]

[Johnny: If I were human... which I am, I’d have you cut open to see what you’re made of, maybe these aliens are thinking the same thing.]

[Johnny: Besides, who would believe what you said? We came from another world... honestly, if reality wasn’t staring me in the face, even I wouldn’t believe it...]

The Transformers in the factory all showed curious and uncomprehending looks.

But Sam still thought Lille was bragging and making up stories.

Only Optimus Prime earnestly contemplated Lille’s meaning.

[Johnny: Oh, this big guy is a fool? Believes that?]

[Lille: It’s just basic thought and respect, something a loafer like you will never understand.]

"Hard to comprehend..."

"Actually, it’s easy to understand, I am not a human of this world, I come from another world."

[Johnny: Damn, you really are...]

Lille calmly supplemented, and upon hearing this, the Autobots, already having a hard time turning their minds, looked collectively bewildered.

Sam was even more disbelieving, even letting out a chuckle.

But Optimus Prime thought more carefully, even leaned down, his two blue glowing eyes staring at Lille.

His height was over 8 meters, the entire body sturdy and solid metal, capable of throwing punches that ignite red sparks on powerful Decepticons—

What kind of force could instantly turn such metal, that can move ten-meter-tall Decepticons, red-hot and deform?

In comparison, the current Lille, with only a normal person’s arm length, appeared more human-like and lacked the intimidating feel of metal, seeming somewhat frail.

Clearly, Optimus Prime could easily crush him into pieces.

Lille continued: "...The spark is a high-dimensional energy, though I don’t know how it operates, its workings evidently aren’t confined to this world.

I come from another world, and in our world, there is also a super high-dimensional energy...

Perhaps the two energies linked the worlds, or some other unforeseen incident happened, but that’s how I came here from another world.

This sounds a bit far-fetched, but it’s the truth, I am a human, only... capable of thinking like a machine."

Revealing everything, Johnny didn’t quite understand Lille’s approach.

A tale of fantasy, Sam thought Lille was bluffing wildly, as if trying to poke a hole in the sky.

The Autobots... most Autobots couldn’t figure out what Lille was talking about, they looked at Optimus Prime, waiting for him to respond.

Optimus Prime... the giant leader straightened up, removing his head from Lille’s sight.

"A peculiar story, but I sense your candor, I believe you, Lille.

Thank you for lending a hand in the battle against the Decepticons and saving my life, I am immensely grateful."

[Johnny: Damn... this big robot trusts people too easily.]

Johnny’s astonished voice echoed in Lille’s head.

Lille nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trust, as for you, Sam, judging by your look, do you remember what you said in class?"

Sam originally wanted to say this story was too far-fetched, but Lille’s reminder made him recall earlier events:

He had pointed out an error in the mass-energy equation during class, the primary argument being...

"The mass-energy equation only explains energy changes within this dimension"!

His head suddenly throbbed violently, entering that eerie "information transmission mode" again!

"...Deconstruct the elements of energy, assume a constant decay rate, then theorize ga-ga-chi-chi-chh... in the journey of the Fallen, to receive the echo, the chi-chi-chh chi-chi... those 14 galactic convergences will ultimately derive the formula for cross-dimensional energy growth..."

At that moment, everyone’s expressions were similar to those of students in Sam’s class—

But the difference was, they could distinctly hear that odd sound Sam made while jerking his body...

Precisely Cybertronian accent!

Optimus Prime was instantly excited, his two arms slammed onto the floor, his big head immediately came close to Sam, startling him:

"The name you just mentioned, was it the Fallen?"