I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1180 - 695 Infiltrating the Chain Formation_3

Chapter 1180: Chapter 695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_3

Chapter 1180 -695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_3

Nico Ross controlled the ultra-micro robot to extend an extremely thin cilium from its surface, grabbing a micro-power lever in the corner of the cabin and gently pulling it.

This inconspicuous particle was propelled a few meters up before being sucked into the smelter’s feeding mouth, falling onto the metal floor with a plop, and then wobbling along the uneven ground towards the distance.

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Ponkt, who was performing the next step of analysis and design work, complained, “Sophie Lee, you are too slow.”

Sophie Lee retorted angrily, “How can you blame me? Do you know how low Mata’s scanner radiation flux is and how blurry the modeling is for me? I can calculate the physiological structure of the adaptive metal inside the beetle based on this ghost-like blueprint, which is already an extraordinary performance, okay?”

Morrison Scott, who was responsible for observing the competition announcements, interrupted, “Stop arguing, you two. I have seen that some teams have already completed the first stage of bionic dynamics.”

“What team is so crazy!” Sophie Lee screamed.

Mata Nicholson reminded her, “We are now participating in the high-level group competition.”

Sophie Lee then realized, “That’s true. Sigh… this is too…”

“What are you talking about? It’s not a big deal to bully peers. Our Flying Tiger Team is here to make a name for ourselves, so we must at least reach the top thousand.”

Morrison: “Well said, Edgar!”

Ponkt: “Shut up, everyone. I have calculated the first material requirement. Mata, can you open the linear scanner and scan the large blue metal block 30 meters ahead of us?”

A few minutes later, Ponkt breathed a sigh of relief, “This is the material we need. Captain…”

Nico Ross: “No hurry, first dig a 5 mm deep hole in the ground and hide the cabin. Mata, after Edgar, Lev, and I go out, you guys put out the ciliary anchor ropes. Remember to root them securely, don’t let them be sucked away.”

Mata: “Understood, Captain.”

Along the edge of a small hole visible only with an optical microscope, three even smaller “dust” particles rolled out smoothly.

“Edgar, turn your warning scanner power to the max.”

“OK!”

“Lev, you go first and use your power. I will replenish energy with a photon-energy collector here.”

As ultra-micro nano-robots, their built-in energy supply was limited. The three of them would need a substantial amount of energy to drag a 2-gram alloy with their tiny bodies. So it was essential to conserve energy in case they couldn’t return later.

Time passed bit by bit. After evading two rounds of seemingly intentional patrols by ordinary beetles, the three ultra-micro robots finally moved to the designated metal piece Ponkt had specified.

The three robots spread out, assuming a triangular position, surrounding the metal in the center. They each extended their cilia, wrapping around the alloy in coils and binding it together.

At this time, Morrison’s exclamation came through the communicator: “OMG! Some teams have already transformed a fist-sized bionic camouflage robot! They’re insane!”

Ponkt: “With this size, it should be the Glenoid Tribe’s intelligent mining instrument! That’s fast!”

Morrison: “Also, thousands of teams have already completed the first stage of bionic!”

The atmosphere in the communication channel gradually became heavy.

Even Nico Ross couldn’t help but sigh at the fierce competition. It was indeed the high-level group.

But he pretended not to care, “No problem, everyone is only on the satellite now, and they haven’t landed on the Glenoid Tribe’s metal star. It’s just the first step in a long journey. Laughing first doesn’t count, laughing last is what matters. Compared to those so-called high-level classes who haven’t even completed landing, we have taken the first step very steadily. Don’t belittle yourselves.”

“The Captain is right!”

…

In another secret chat room, Dylan Mitchell cheerfully said, “As expected of the sage, he’s really good at boosting morale.”