It's fair to say so, yet there's also an intrigued look in her eyes.

And the girl beside her, holding the sleepy Dragon Bubble that's about to flip over, couldn't help but nod and smile: "...Indeed, very familiar, feels like I've always been hearing it."

Zumama and Liko looked at them with a bit of surprise.

Beside them, Chelina, sitting elegantly, also smiled and made a rare joke: "Isn't that how the saying goes?"

"Why should the century-long cultivation, accumulated power and wealth of a noble family compare to the efforts of a rare genius in just a few years?"

Remyu blinked: "Huh? Is that how the saying goes? Isn't it the other way around..."

She glanced at Lin Guang and Zumama: "Uh, but it makes sense."

Lin Guang reached out, his dark golden Spiritual Power gently stroking the cold and rough armor shell of the Angry Iron Plate, then gave it a pat.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it echoed clearly in every corner of the workshop.

Then, he turned to Zumama, looking at her face that carried a hint of ink but still exuded wild charm, and smiled.

"The more it is like this, the more interesting the comeback, isn't it?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Wanting a grand revenge, an audience is necessary."

Zumama's tail slightly froze, then her mouth gradually curved upwards before she raised her head.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the roof of the workshop, seeing through the layers of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, looking at the place of high and mighty groups and forces situated over nine hundred floors, then turned to the Angry Iron Plate.

Lin Guang spoke softly: "But, just for revenge... might be too narrow-minded."

"You are so obsessed with the Mechanical Spirit Cup, there must be other more important reasons, right?"

Zumama paused slightly, then softly uttered an "Mmm," nodded.

"Yes, boss."

"Then don't mind what those people say."

Lin Guang's mouth slightly curled: "Though I promised to help you with revenge before, I don't wish you to become narrow-minded."

Vishdair, Chelina, and Lisa also showed understanding expressions, each with their unique styles.

As the few people most can understand Lin Guang in this world, naturally they know one thing.

——Lin Guang is special.

This doesn't only refer to Lin Guang's talents and powers.

There's another layer of meaning.

That is, the things Lin Guang values usually have his reasons.

Being able to make Lin Guang, as he is now, value her so much, crafting so many Tier Five Perfect Spiritual Artifacts, leading to a qualitative change in everyone's combat power, Zumama naturally validated this point.

And the results of them deciding to do something together, how could it be estimated by common logic?

Liko beside them listened, feeling invigorated.

"Boss!! Well said!!"

She stood up, grabbed the remote control and turned off the projection, no longer paying attention to those annoying comments, then cheered and jumped off the platform, grabbed a huge iron hammer, and headed to her workbench, fiercely smashing it on a piece of armor plate that needed forging.

Bang——!!!

Deafening noise, accompanied by dazzling sparks, exploded in the factory.

"Repair the big guys, then blast them all!!"

...

920th floor.

Moderation Heavy Industries.

In the top-level research lab.

This place is totally different from the hustle and bustle outside, so quiet that only the rhythmic humming of precision instruments can be heard.

The entire space is pure white, devoid of any extra decoration, yet subtle force fields are pervasive, repelling all dust and interference, filled with inorganic and cold sense of order.

The silver-haired man in a blue-white suit stands quietly before a massive machinery.

Under the daylight, the mech, intertwined with silver-white and dark blue, stands gracefully on the platform, with slender lines perfect to the extreme.

As if the next moment, this mech, embodying four years of his painstaking effort, would move.

Stronheim.

——CEO of Moderation Group

In his eyes, countless streams of light blue data are swiftly flashing under the brilliance of True Intent, presenting every detail of [Zero] in the most straightforward way before him.

"Sir."

An assistant, wearing a white lab coat, steps quickly to his rear, respectfully handing him a data board.

"The stage two pressure test data of all modules have been collected and sent to your terminal."

The man doesn't turn back, just slowly raises his hand, drawing in the air as if directly reading the screen.

He glanced at it, his brow softly furrowing, seemingly recalling something.

It was that scene from the exhibition match two months ago.

Zero facing the Angry Iron Plate, seemingly won flawlessly, but actually, there's a point almost everyone ignored.

That is…

In reality, the surface shields of both mechs shattered simultaneously.

In that photo, the chaotic Ether stream actually came from the fragments of the shields on both sides.

This means the counterattack of the Angry Iron Plate was not without effect, at least it broke the Ethereal Shield, although it failed to damage Zero's main body.

How was it done? With an energy level just about one-third of Zero's? What technology?

It doesn't match the calculated results by the core and my Intent at that time.

Even if it indeed got sawed by the blade, at Zero's body strength, it would at most be lightly damaged.

But this problem... has been lingering in his mind.

Because in his proud eyes, victory was always destined.

Yet being mysteriously de-shielded represents deviation from calculation, not precise perfection.