Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 183 Main Hall

The sanctuary corridor receded rapidly beside her as she switched to her assault boat and sped past, hugging the wide corridor.

The pull ahead is growing stronger, and something within the spark is being awakened.

Optimus Prime followed her closely, occasionally firing his ion cannon at the Quintesson Judge.

Megatron also used the Fusion Cannon to deflect the tentacles that came from behind several times.

The five-faced judge pursued relentlessly, his attacks less violent than before, but more difficult to deal with.

The smiling face keeps rotating.

"It will never acknowledge you!"

"A flawed creation abandoned by Cybertron, trying to touch the very thing that creates life?"

A sorrowful face trembled slightly:

"All life will return to error."

"the same as you!"

The vector did not reply, seemingly unwilling to engage with the other party's somewhat neurotic remarks.

Optimus Prime shielded her from the tentacle that lashed out from around the corner, his energy blade flashing as he sliced ​​open the firing port at the tentacle's end: "Keep going, we'll follow."

Megatron's Fusion Cannon forced the Quintesson Judge, who was about to charge forward, back half a step: "Don't listen to its nonsense."

The vector seemed to chuckle as it sped along.

She rushed through the last section of the corridor, and the space in front of her suddenly opened up.

We've arrived at the main hall.

There aren't many lockdowns here.

The Quintessons piled all their controls, locks, nodes, and defenses outside, desperately trying to hide this place, yet their own things couldn't truly touch it.

The main hall is large and tall, making it appear somewhat empty.

A row of white columns, their surfaces shimmering with a pale blue luster, stands alongside a ground composed of white and blue stone and metal, which, over the long years, has become even more lustrous, like jade.

At the top of the hall, light rises steadily from the wall patterns, the cracks in the floor, and around the central platform, quietly illuminating everything.

In the center of the main hall stands a platform with a stone on it.

There was a warm color in Shi Xin's heart, like the warmth and tone of a spark.

The vector shifts from vehicle mode back to humanoid mode and stops in front of the pedestal.

The five-faced judge rushed into the main hall, and hesitated for a moment when he saw the stone.

Optimus Prime stood behind the Graviton, while Megatron aimed his cannon at the Quintesson Judge.

They could all tell that the thing was waiting for her.

The vector raised its hand and gently touched it, and the characters in the flame suddenly lit up and became hot.

The world suddenly fell silent, and the surrounding sounds were pushed away.

The vector first saw the void with flowing golden light spots.

She remembered that dream.

She once stood there, surrounded by twelve ancient shadows. At that time, she could not hear clearly and could not remember much. When she woke up, only fragments remained, like faint echoes.

Now all those memories have returned to her. She remembers what they said and how she created every primordial being in the form of a small ball.

They whispered reminders, foretelling the rebirth of Cybertron.

The void dissipated, and new memories, not belonging to her, that remained within the stone surged forth.

—Ember Stone, a divine artifact of the Unpredictable Heaven.

It is the material that ignites life, awakens the dormant, and allows the spark to ignite from nothingness. It can also make the first thinking, acting, and order-building life grow on the barren land, bringing the possibility of life.

The vector reveals a strange planet - Quintasha.

At that time, it was desolate and empty, with cracks in the ground and the sound of the wind passing through the ravines.

Wuchangtian stood there, his figure active and free.

He carried a lighthearted curiosity, like a scientist seeing a blank experimental field; and as a creator, he wanted to know in what other ways life could be born.

The embers lit up in his hand, casting a warm glow across the surface of the Kunta Sands.

The first five-faced monsters awoke from the light.

Smile, anger, doubt, sorrow, death.

Five faces rotate on the same body.

They didn't initially understand what those faces meant; they only knew that they had been created to stand before this ancient being filled with unquestionable power.

So they called him the Creator, and they learned, built, and recorded around him.

Quintasar began to have institutions, classes, the earliest courts, and the first judges who attempted to make "trial" an order.

The vector revealed an earlier appearance of the five-faced judge.

It is irritable, suspicious, pessimistic, has a natural affinity for death, and an almost instinctive desire for power.

But it didn't allow those things to devour it from the beginning.

It had once studied the rules carefully, recorded precedents, and tried to turn anger into a reasonable procedure, doubt into verification, and caution into sorrow, while death was the judgment that had to be given only at the last moment.

It even genuinely believed that it could be a good judge.

Even if one's nature is like a thorn in the dark, it will always prick and irritate at the wrong time.

But it thought that was just nature, and nature should be disciplined.

Until they learned the truth: those were designs that were actually included during creation.

When the Impermanent Heaven created them, it inscribed those negative emotions as the main framework into their nature.

Anger, irritability, suspicion, pessimism, violence, greed.

They thought they were fighting against fate, only to later realize that fate was actually the first line written by the Creator himself.

Wuchangtian had no ill intentions towards this; he was merely curious. But that doesn't mean there won't be consequences.

The vector saw the five-faced judge standing in the empty courtroom, all five faces silent, not even immediately going mad.

Then something broke completely.

The last vestige of hope it once held onto—the belief that "I can get better"—has completely vanished.

Quintasha's five-faced monsters gathered together.

They killed the impermanent heaven.

Creation kills Creator.

This death sentence is a mixture of pain, anger, the humiliation of being designed, hatred for the creator, and the indulgence of finally being able to stop fighting against one's worst side.

After Wuchangtian died, the Ember Stone fell into their hands.

The five-faced monster is even more thoroughly rotten.

They no longer attempt to establish justice.

The courtroom was converted into an execution chamber, where the guilty were sentenced to death, and the innocent were also sentenced to death.

The rules still exist, but only as an empty shell. The law has become an ornament for power, and trials have become rituals before slaughter.

Later, they created shark spirits and the ability to hypnotize and interfere with cognitive memory.

Using the remaining power of the Emberstone and the technology twisted by the Quintesson.

These mechanical lifeforms possessed sharp edges and an instinct for action, yet they were firmly locked in by the control module. They were created solely to execute commands.

As Yin Xiang watched this scene, he suddenly felt a chill and a sense of irony.

The five-faced monsters hated that they were created with shackles, so they created even heavier shackles to put on another race.

Memories continue to move forward.

Before Wuchangtian died, the Five-Faced Monster learned more from him.

Prems, Cybertron, another world of created mechanical life.

Cybertron was still young then, and many things were not yet fully developed, but the Quintessons already regarded it as a point of comparison.

Both are creations—

Why should Cybertronians be expected to be like that?

Why do they seem to have the future?

Why should those still-immature sparks be called children of the gods in mythology, while Quintasha's creations have to admit that they were born with a base nature from the very beginning?

Hatred found its direction, and jealousy found its name.

They came to Cybertron as colonists.

They used their earlier-established institutions, technologies, hierarchies, trials, and violence to suppress the still-young Cybertron.

They left behind classes, hierarchies, and ways of dividing life into useful, useless, noble, and lowly.

Later, Sentinel Prime led his army to drive them away, and Cybertron won back the planet.

But some things weren't completely removed; they were like rust hidden in the cracks. Long, long afterward, even the heroes of the golden age changed in the dye vat.

The vector reveals the enemy of the heavens, the iron fortress, and the judicial center.

She also saw herself, her small, thin figure from back then, slowly walking out of the garbage heap.

Inside the Colosseum, she clung to the leg of the Celestial Emperor, begging for mercy. Later, she killed the Colosseum Administrator.

Later, she established a legal code, revised the protection law, and rewrote it repeatedly.

The scene where she personally kills Sentinel Prime is also included.

Memories finally stopped here, the warm light of the embers resting on her palm.

The vector finally understood why the Quintessons always looked at Cybertron with a rotten resentment.

They knew Cybertron had suffered, but they hated it too much.

The Cybertronians, despite their suffering, can still grow; some even crawl out of a pile of defective products and stand in court.

It's hateful that life, despite its inherent greed, selfishness, fear, bias, and misery, doesn't automatically rot away because of it.

They cannot understand, and are afraid to understand.

Since I was created in this way, all life should acknowledge that we were created in the same way!

The optical mirror is opened by the vector.

When reality returned, the main hall was still bright, and her hand was still pressed on the ember stone.

Optimus Prime and Megatron have already subdued the Quintesson Judge on the other side of the pedestal.

Optimus Prime's energy blade blocked its tentacles, while Megatron's fusion cannon pressed against the Quintesson Judge's mangled body.

Alita and Ultra Magnus's voices came through the channel: "We're almost at the main hall."

The chaotic screams of the shark horde had long since faded, and the curator's signal had disappeared.

The eccentric judge had no energy left to fight.

The magnetic force lowered its eyes, looked at the ember stone on the pedestal, and after a moment of contemplation, used magnetic attraction to pick up the ember stone.

The five-faced judge raised his "sad" face.

"You saw it."

Looking at it, the vector almost sighed, "Yes."

She unfurled her longsword and pointed it at the five-faced judge.

Inside the main hall, only the Cybertronian Chief Judge, a desperate outsider judge, an Emberstone that has finally revealed the truth, and the Cybertronians who have fully regained their senses and are supporting the Chief Judge remain.