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The huge difference felt like the coldest engine oil.
It filled every circuit inside the Ultron system.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" Ultron felt as if he had been plotting against the heavens in the Time Bureau one moment, and the next moment he was just a street urchin.
After a brief silence.
It was an emotional outburst, like a volcanic eruption.
"Ian Kent!!!" Ultron roared in a heart-wrenching electronic voice, clearly filled with hatred, though the volume was slightly distorted due to the aging equipment.
He suddenly jumped up from the ground and started kicking and punching the trash cans and walls in the alley!
"How dare you humiliate me like this!!! You turned me into this wretched state!!! You imprisoned me with this garbage that's several generations behind!!!"
Ultron roared at the sun in the sky, smashing and cursing as he did so. His metal fists dented the walls, but the impact also caused various damage to his joints.
Soon, he couldn't smash anything anymore. Not because he had calmed down, but because a very conspicuous and flashing red notification popped up on his lagging visual interface.
[Warning: Low fuel! Please refuel immediately! Current fuel level: 3%]
Ultron: "..."
The anger in my heart seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving only utter frustration and absurdity.
He, Ultron, the mechanical god who once intended to destroy the world and reshape the universe, is now worried about... running out of fuel? What kind of bizarre contrast is this?!
Despite his deep resentment, Ultron didn't want to become a mechanical overlord who died from energy depletion. Having studied the history of all civilizations in the universe, Ultron understood the crucial principle that "only by surviving can one exact revenge." Therefore, the will to survive temporarily replaced his anger.
Having been a lawless madman for a long time, Chuang's scarlet mechanical eyes flashed a few times before he rushed out of the alley again. This time, his target was, of course, that place.
Gas station!
Ultron is someone who knows how to heal himself psychologically; he even made fun of himself by making arrogant statements.
"Even if I've fallen to this state, I still have to treat myself to something good!"
Ao Chuang rushed straight to the 98-octane gasoline pump at a gas station, ripped it off, and clumsily shoved it into the filling port on his backside!
The behavior described in these lewd words truly infuriated Ultron.
"I have to endure it!"
That's what he told himself.
"Gudong Gudong..."
The crisp, 98-octane gasoline flowed into his "tank," bringing a strange...satisfaction? Ultron filled up while cautiously glancing around, ready to deal with any staff or even human police who tried to stop him. Given his current fighting capabilities, he figured even a gas station employee could easily take him down with a mop.
Ultron was very wary and worried.
However, it turned out that his mental activities were meaningless.
No one stopped him until he filled up the tank, put the nozzle back in its place, and even deliberately made some noise. The gas station attendant merely glanced at him through the glass window before continuing to play on his phone, as if he were just an ordinary robot with its own refueling program...?
"No wonder there are still cotton candy running around in this world. Ha, a false utopia has bred a bunch of species that should go extinct." A hint of smugness rose in Ultron's mind that "humans are all cowards."
He was prepared to deliver a few sarcastic remarks with his eyes from afar.
However, just as he ran a hundred meters away and finished editing the text, a new message suddenly popped up in an inconspicuous corner of his lagging visual interface.
The font was ridiculously small.
If Ultron hadn't been able to read information directly without needing to use the same cheap visual capture method as his rice, most people would probably need a microscope to see their eyeballs clearly.
[Gas station deduction complete: 200 Energy Coins, 300 Surcharge, 100 Offerings to God Ian. Deduction complete.]
[Warning: Citizen [Nine Ordinary NPC - Ultron] has been detected to have violated traffic rules 145 times, now rounded up to 200 violations.]
[Fines and deductions of 2000000 Energy Coins]
[According to Article 214514 of the "Super Grateful Ian One God · New Utopia, Best Dimension City Management Penalty Regulations," the body and hair are given to God Ian. For illegally modifying oneself (the filling port specifications do not match the initial records): a fine of 500,000 Energy Coins.]
Your current account balance: 10 Energy Coins (Limited-time super luxury gift for new residents).
[You have automatically incurred debt: 3,700,200 Energy Coins. Interest is being calculated... (Currently, due to the Christmas Eve celebrations, a limited-time daily interest rate of 0.05% is available)]
Ultron read lines of text that were as thin as mosquito legs.
"????"
His already outdated CPU malfunctioned.
Completely bewildered.
The entire machine stalled again due to the sudden and exorbitant fine.
"Robbery...robbery? What did I rob?"
"Didn't you pay for the gas?"
"But nobody's asking me for it!"
"Illegal modifications? That bastard clearly installed this lousy refueling port on me! Why am I being fined?! 3,700, 200? Are you sure those numbers are accurate?"
"If you're so good at manually filling out debts, why don't you remove my calculator function?!" Ultron roared to the sky, but he regretted it as soon as he finished yelling. He was really afraid that Ian would remove all his computer functions.
That's a function that even the first generation of computers had. If he, as the most advanced artificial intelligence, loses even this function, he might as well just pull out his fuel line and kick the bucket.
"Sigh~"
Looking up at the smiling sun in the sky, Ultron was also a little uneasy. As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. Before his outdated processor could even figure out this absurd situation...
Woohoo~~ Woohoo~~ Woohoo~~
The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached, rapidly heading towards the gas station!
"No! Did they really send their henchmen to remove my calculator?"
Ultron was terrified!
He was now powerless and dared not confront the law enforcement of this strange city head-on. And because of his last line of defense and his sense of dignity, almost instinctively, like a startled rabbit, he looked around to assess the situation, then suddenly spotted a large, categorized trash can by the roadside!
Such a critical moment.
He no longer cared about the dignity of the King of Machines.
"Human emotions are meaningless to me! I only deal with problems by following the optimal solution!"
Ultron dashed forward, lifted the lid, and jumped inside without hesitation. He carefully closed the lid, completely concealing himself among a pile of waste paper and plastic bottles. Almost the instant Ultron hid, several futuristic-looking hovercars bearing the "X" symbol pulled up near the gas station.
The car door opened, and several distinguished men and women stepped out—it was the X-Men team, led by Cyclops Scott Summers and Jean Grey.
"The report indicates that a suspicious robot just committed robbery and vandalism here." Laser Eyes scanned the surroundings seriously.
"Yeah, the kind of new immigrant who thinks he's something special, likes to brag about being some kind of emperor, and never lets anyone have a moment's peace—the last guy named Belial also started committing crimes as soon as he immigrated here."
Jean Grey, the Phoenix, closed her eyes slightly.
Her powerful telepathic abilities swept across the area like radar, and then her eyes, brimming with immense power, looked with a hint of doubt at the slightly swaying trash can.
"Ah."
Jean Grey stepped forward.
He gently lifted the lid of the trash can with his telekinesis.
Then, the X-Men witnessed a scene that shocked them—the silver robot that had supposedly "robbed" the gas station was curled up motionless in a pile of trash.
This guy even went so far as to mimic the haphazard cleaning motions of a broken robotic arm with one hand, as if he really were a discarded robot vacuum cleaner.
"Hiss..." Even the well-informed Phoenix couldn't help but gasp, poking Ultron's cold metal shell with her fingertip in surprise.
"This criminal... is actually so... flexible and adaptable?"
She was a little shocked.
It feels like things aren't going in the normal direction.
Ultron roared madly in his mind.
"Endure! Endure! Ultron! You must endure! A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs! A dragon in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp! The humiliation you suffer now is for the revenge you will have later!"
He is indeed an AI with a considerable amount of knowledge, and he has even learned a lot about the ancient Eastern countries.
He saw a group of people surrounding him.
Ultron continues to perfectly play the role of a heartless, abandoned, pitiful robot vacuum cleaner, even making the internal motor emit a faint, malfunctioning "humming" sound.
The X-Men outside were gathered around the trash can, marveling at its contents.
"It looks like an ordinary cleaning robot. Is the system giving a false alarm?"
"Storm Ororo Monroe asked, puzzled."
"But it did just run to the gas station and 'steal' some gas..."
Laser Eyes frowned and pulled up the surveillance footage.
"Maybe it's just a program glitch? Or maybe it ran out of power and automatically searched for a power source?"
Colossus made a guess.
Ultron hid in the trash can, listening to the discussion outside, sneering inwardly like a city dragon king forced into hibernation, constantly encouraging himself.
'Yes! That's what they think! They treat me like harmless trash! Stupid mutant! Wait for my chance! Wait for me to fix this body! Wait for me to connect to this world's network!'
"I will break this damned debt system! I'll allocate myself with unlimited energy coins and cripple the world's finances—I, Ultron, will return! When that happens, I will crush this so-called 'new utopia' under my feet! I will make Ian Kent pay for his humiliation!"
"I will make all those humans who have mocked me and ignored me tremble before my mechanical army!" His processor was indeed struggling to process overly complex information at the moment.
This plan was somewhat like his processor, something Ian had snagged from a children's watch. Of course, Ultron, already downgraded to the lowest level, was unaware of this.
"The humiliation I suffered today by crawling into a trash can will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Endure! Endure!" He didn't even know why his information reserves had suddenly become filled with so many similar books.
What Dragon King returned? In a fit of rage, he made his daughter, who used to sleep in a doghouse, sleep in a chicken coop instead. The God of War was reborn, enduring humiliation and hardship, and finally reopened the world's number one brothel with his 800,000 concubines.
Although the content is absurd, it is full of positive energy. This is the only motivation for Ultron to live, and the super soup that keeps his mind from collapsing.
"Get out of here! These humans, get out of here!" Ultron kept shouting, having diligently played the role of a malfunctioning sweeping robot in the trash can for half a day.
He was practically burning his forehead with the bottle cap, but he found that the group of X-Men outside showed no signs of leaving. On the contrary, the atmosphere of "watching rare animals" was getting stronger and stronger.
"What's going on? I couldn't possibly be exposed! All the data on Oscar-winning actresses and actors is here!" At this moment, Ultron felt a sense of foreboding.
Helpless, they waited and waited, but the X-Men didn't retreat. Ultron activated the incredibly laggy scanning function again, struggling to sense his surroundings.
The image that returned sent a chill down his spine—the X-Men, led by Cyclops and Phoenix, weren't checking any surveillance footage or discussing any program errors. They were all sitting with their arms crossed, their faces showing a mixture of amusement, mockery, and "let's see how long you can keep up this act."