Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 2 Stadium Gladiator Arena

As for how Yin Vector finally realized what she had signed up for and what kind of field she had entered, it was when she was knocked away by a heavy blow from the other party.

Once inside the arena, the opponent did not actually make a move immediately.

Back then, she naively thought that friendship came first and competition second, so she waved to the other person in a friendly manner and told them that her name was Yin Vector.

The silver-gray machine raised an eyebrow and looked at itself with a slightly confused yet "compassionate" (caring for the mentally challenged) gaze.

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, while she was still pondering what to compete in, her opponent transformed with a series of "kukukaka" sounds into a strange jet plane that looked incredibly cool and stylish, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Then it just flew over and sent itself flying.

She spun and jumped perfectly in the air for three and a half rotations before landing straight down with a loud "ouch!" and headfirst onto the ground.

Before she could stand up, the other person stomped on her with a big foot, and somehow transformed back into robot form, stomping on her and pressing her back into the ground.

The "fair and friendly competition" that was just about to be uttered was forced to die through the ventilator.

And then the next second, the commentator's words, "Zhen Tianzun knocked down Xiao Pa Cai Yin Vector with just one blow. Is this the dark horse of the arena going to rise all the way up like this?!" brought her back to reality.

The arena.

The Colosseum!!!

The vector was screaming inside, wanting to cry and go home to find its mother.

And why add the prefix "little vegetable" to your name?

What should we do now?

Option A: Fight back, stand tall and tell the other party that you are not a pushover, and fight to the death.

Option B: Shout for help, tell everyone it's a misunderstanding, that you didn't come to fight or participate in the arena, you just wanted to earn a living, and that you wouldn't risk your life for it.

Between the two options, she quickly chose C: slide to her knees at lightning speed and beg for mercy while crying and pleading to save her life.

Perhaps even this gladiator named Zhen Tianzun hadn't expected that there would be such an opportunity. Within thirty nanoseconds of the start of the fight, he did a somersault, his eyes still dripping with cleaning fluid, and clung tightly to his leg, crying out shamelessly like an octopus, "Great hero, spare my life! Have mercy!"

Zhen Tianzun was stunned for a moment, and even stopped the fusion cannon that was about to charge. It took him a long time to react and prepare to push the other party away.

But as he was lifting her, he saw her wrist, paused for a moment, then put the fusion cannon down completely and looked at her with a complex and incredulous expression.

I didn't think much about the vector input, and this situation didn't allow it either.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and a second later cried out, "Thank you, God, for opening your eyes! Zhen Tianzun is a truly benevolent person! He will surely enjoy a life of happiness and luxury, and be praised for generations to come!"

Zhen Tianzun's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment, as if he were holding a hot metal part.

Even the commentators and referees seemed to have never seen such a shameless and brazen machine before, and there was a blank and quiet moment of more than ten nanoseconds on the field.

Then came laughter, boos, and cheers for Zhen Tianzun from the audience.

With the Thunder God clearly showing no intention of making another move, the referee announced the Thunder God's victory, and the commentators' deafening laughter filled the air. All that Vector knew was that he had escaped with his life.

She breathed a sigh of relief. As she was thrown backstage, she rubbed her numb, still slightly aching metal body, thinking that she should go get something to eat first.

She had barely stepped out of the arena when she bumped straight into the familiar silver-gray machine outside the door.

"Come here, come with me."

Upon hearing this, the vector knew there was no escaping it, and the next second it felt like it was being lifted up again.

"Wait! I need to eat something first!"

Zhen Tianzun paused for a moment, then continued, but turned in a different direction and walked into the supply shop in the southern district of Kalon.

When she was thrown onto the seat with a plate of fluorescent blue energy cubes in front of her, she felt a sense of unreality, but the next second she started eating voraciously, stuffing energy cubes into her mouth.

Who cares! Let's eat first!

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Zhen Tianzun felt that today was very strange.

As always, he came to the arena, determined to prove himself again with a gladiatorial match and win the championship throne of the gladiatorial king that was within his grasp.

As a result of his careful preparations, when the preparation room opposite opened, what was revealed was a fool who looked ridiculously stupid, with eyes so clean it was absurd.

This was probably a "crushing exhibition match".

Then that idiot waved and told himself that her name was Vector.

After the match started, he didn't hold back just because his opponent was an idiot. As a result, his opponent was hit hard with just one blow and begged for mercy as if his embers were about to be crushed.

He hesitated for a moment, originally wanting to kick her away again, listen to the audience's cheers, and further enhance his prestige, but in that instant he saw the words "defective product" on her left wrist.

A defective product is an embryo that is deemed a failure during the initial firing stage.

They will not actually go online, will not form a complete consciousness, and will not be qualified to be regarded as individuals.

At most, it only has a faint spark of reaction; it is merely a half-formed metal shell that cannot even power itself.

This thing shouldn't walk, shouldn't speak, and certainly shouldn't look at him with that terrified, vivid, and coherent gaze, like a true Cybertronian.

This defective product—no, this vector—is something wrong with her.

She's not only wrong, she's illogical, she shouldn't even exist.

He turned to accept the cheers of the audience, but his eyes, like those of a predator, remained fixed on her.

Even as he disappeared backstage, he could still hear the echoes of his name resounding in the arena, the audience's enthusiasm undiminished.

After calculating the other party's route, he blocked them at the exit.

This kind of injustice should not fall into the hands of other operators.

If it really was an accident, then only I can solve this accident, he thought.

The arena wasn't the place to talk, so he grabbed her and planned to take her back.

The other person then said she wanted to eat something.

The energy response was so weak that even without reading the data, he could tell that the other party's machine wouldn't last much longer and would be forced into hibernation within a few cycles.

So he turned a corner and took her to the supply shop to watch her eat voraciously.

Eat up, you'll need energy for the interrogation later.