“Don’t worry, you’ll like the Radiant Flow Star Domain. There are far more robots there than in the Central Star Domain…” Loren said meaningfully.

“Is that so? That’s good then.”

After listening to Loren, Hans was clearly filled with anticipation for the future journey to the Radiant Flow Star Domain.

Half an hour later.

The starship parked at the center of the underground space had completed its final checks and was about to take off.

Loren followed Repairman Hans and boarded the repaired starship.

To Loren’s surprise, after boarding this repaired starship, he discovered there were twelve robots with gleaming exteriors inside the ship’s cockpit.

These twelve robots sat in the cockpit, quite skillfully activating the ship’s equipment in an orderly manner.

Soon.

The ship took off directly under the operation of these robots. The metal ceiling of the underground space slowly opened a slit, revealing a star-studded night sky.

After swiftly flying out of the underground space, the ship shot straight out of this habitable planet…

Meanwhile, the many rust-covered robots left behind in the underground space, after the ship departed, all activated their self-destruct programs with glowing red eyes.

“Repairer’s Final Command: Initiate self-destruct and eliminate all traces of existence!”

“Received! Executing Repairer’s Final Command!”

…

A short time later, countless explosions rang out within the junkyard’s underground space.

Simultaneously, countless explosions also occurred in the junkyard above ground…

Those rust-covered robots hidden within the junkyard, responsible for surveillance and collecting useful scrap, also began self-destructing.

Even the rust-covered robot at the entrance to the underground space, the one that had guided Loren here, silently began its self-destruct program, emitting explosive light…

This massive junkyard also began burning amidst the countless explosions, ensuring not a single trace of “Repairman” Hans’s existence would remain…

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On the starship.

Loren sensed these twelve robots, which were clearly different from the rust-covered ones in the underground space, and felt somewhat puzzled.

Were these robots also repaired…

“Operating a starship perfectly isn’t a simple matter. They’re ones I repaired over the years and specifically upgraded,” Hans explained, as if knowing what Loren was wondering about.

“How high is their Wisdom?” Loren asked softly, watching the twelve busy robots.

“Uh… that’s hard to say. At least they have no problems piloting a ship…” Hans’s gaunt face showed some embarrassment.

Loren silently sensed the somewhat unusual energy reactions within these robots. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he asked further:

“Does the Ferros Family know about the things you’ve been doing all these years?”

Hans thought for a moment before slowly replying:

“Specifically, they probably don’t know. They only know I repaired this ship and can pilot it skillfully…”

Loren turned to glance at Hans and nodded silently.

Just as I thought. These robots give me a feeling that’s not simple at all…

“I have a feeling you’ll shine brightly once you reach the Radiant Flow Star Domain, Hans,” Loren commented softly.

These seemingly ordinary-looking robots don’t have low combat capabilities…

The energy reaction inside one of them is almost comparable to the energy fluctuations of a high-rank Superhuman…

“Wait, how did you get their energy cores?” Loren spotted a blind spot.

You can scavenge discarded metal parts, but can you also scavenge robot energy cores???

“Uh… initially, I asked the Ferros Family for some Spirit Stones, telling them I needed them to repair the ship. Then I used these Spirit Stones to make some energy cores myself…”

“Later, I had robots go ‘borrow’ some Spirit Stones from people…”

“Of course, no need to return them…”

Hans spoke softer and softer as he reached this point.

Loren looked at Hans beside him with some surprise.

Is your repair skill normal? Being able to use Spirit Stones to create not-so-low-level energy cores, and even commanding robots to pull off heists…

In the end, Loren said nothing, only encouraging Hans by patting his shoulder with his own broad palm.

“Keep it up, Hans! I have high hopes for you. You’ll give the Federation a big surprise…”

After patting the other’s shoulder, Loren still couldn’t resist reminding him:

“But remember, before you create Legendary-level robots, you’d better keep a low profile. Don’t get caught by the Security Bureau.”

Such an interesting person should live well. One day, they’ll surely give the Federation a sudden surprise!

“You… you’re joking… I just like repairing robots…”

Hans said quite shyly, his tone carrying an indescribable hint of slyness.

Hearing this, Loren gave him an ambiguous glance.

Mr. Hans, that restless heart of yours, I can feel it from this far away…

The Gray Zone is full of people like you…

“Since you enjoy repairing so much, I’ll give you a gift,” Loren said with a slight smile.

After speaking, Loren opened his large hand, retrieved an extremely tiny piece of mecha wreckage from the “Crimson Tear,” and handed it to the other.

“What’s this?” Hans asked, puzzled, after taking the small piece of wreckage.

“A small fragment of mecha wreckage. It still has a bit of Dark Matter Quantum Coating on it. Hope it helps your repair endeavors,” Loren explained with a smile.

Last time, after Loren picked up the mecha wreckage from Councilor Osman’s manor and sold the largest piece to Old George, he discovered there was still a small piece of naturally detached mecha wreckage left in the necklace…

Because it was too small to sell easily, Loren originally intended to keep it as a memento. He never expected to meet someone as interesting as Hans today.

An army of tens of thousands of robots must be quite interesting… A subtle smile appeared at the corner of Loren’s mouth.

Upon hearing Loren’s words, Hans lovingly stroked the small wreckage in his hand, somewhat excited.

“Of course! I love it! This helps me tremendously. I’ve been struggling recently with the issue of robot armor being somewhat fragile…”

Loren subconsciously placed his hand on top of his head, intending to lightly adjust his hat, only to touch a somewhat warm, bald head.

Then, his hand paused. He had no choice but to pretend to be stroking his own large, bald head.

“No need to thank me, Hans. Is there a place to rest on the ship?” Loren asked, pretending to be natural.

Hans carefully put away the piece of mecha wreckage in his hand, then quite enthusiastically extended a hand toward Loren, indicating Loren should follow him.

“Of course there is. I’ll take you. There are several restrooms I specially prepared outside the ship’s cockpit.”

“Perfect!”

“From Habitable Planet 78 to Federation Third Prison, if the ship flies at full speed, it’ll take about 4 hours. You can take this time to rest a bit.”

Loren followed Hans to a restroom on the starship.

“I’ll call you when we arrive at the destination.”

After saying this, Hans eagerly retreated from the room. It seemed he was in a hurry to study that small piece of mecha wreckage…

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