Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 2 2. This tells you that there is no overnight hatred

If you can't understand, then just accept life. Even if your body has inexplicably turned into steel, it's still the same—

So the first thing to do is to confirm the current environment.

It's definitely better than being told to "punch that guy" the moment you open your eyes, right? At least the pirates who've been eyeing this car won't come over during the day.

Seifer calmed his mind for a while before looking at the place where he was 'reborn'. Then he realized belatedly that this place didn't seem as unfamiliar as he thought.

Apart from the door you walked out of, the whole room is not big, and is a trapezoid slanting downward. It has only three floors, and you can see the aisle at the bottom at a glance.

The top layer looks quite special, and when you sit on the sofa seat which should be of excellent quality, the densely packed dials look like they were installed by someone who runs a watch shop, making it look complicated and incomprehensible.

There are slightly more seats on the second and third floors, and the dials in front of the workstations - just think of them as workstations - are no less than those in the back. After careful observation, Seifer suddenly raised his hand and knocked on his iron head.

The advantage of becoming a combat robot is that you have a main system and auxiliary system in front of you. The body that was killed by the heat in a hurry just now is not in good condition, and many programs have not yet been put online.

It's much clearer now. At least the analysis module is complete, not just an analysis of hostile information... The moment it was opened, the name really appeared next to the outline of the cabin in front of me.

[Core control cabin]

Then in this cabin, there is a highlighted target, which is behind the top position, a rather large cylinder.

The system analysis emphasized with highlighted text that this device is of utmost importance. Once it is destroyed, the entire combat system, including this mechanical body, will be offline.

So I am a pillar spirit?

So here is the cockpit, cabin map…

A translucent 3D model appeared before my eyes, its cargo box and powertrain highlighted in red. The front section of the tractor, embedded in the cargo box, was intact and ready to be unhooked and started at any moment.

But the sun was shining on the earth outside. As long as this car dared to move, the temperature inside the entire car would instantly rise to the level of the room just now. I don't know if this new body can hold on.

At least these imitation leather sofas shouldn't be able to withstand it.

After scanning the main control cabin, Cypher stepped on the metal floor and was about to confirm the current status of the base vehicle that should now belong to him, but he heard a noisy sound connected to his communication.

"...Zi... Big... Ironhead! Don't think you can escape! Wait until the sun goes down! Just wait there and watch me use a cannon to send you sky high!"

The pirates were obviously unwilling to retreat in such a disgraceful manner - no, you ran away on your own, why are you blaming me?
Cypher held his metal arm and thought for a long time before deciding to change the channel.

"...Welcome to Chicken Box King Quinn Radio. This week, our farmhouse has had a bumper harvest of chickens. Everyone is welcome to purchase at our offline stores in major cities. Now, we'd like to invite our spokesperson, Q..."

Change the channel.

There are cities, shopping and exchanges, and the words are not so urgent. In other words, this world is not as poor as I thought. Is it just bad luck to encounter bandits?

Sitting on the steps, Seifer skillfully tuned the radio and heard a variety of advertisements - the largest of which was a recruitment message for independent armed personnel from a 'company' claiming to be under the 'Commercial Union'.

Independent armed personnel... Hey, could this be the number of an independent armed personnel?
Seifer stepped into the most luxurious-looking seat, hesitated for a moment in front of the dials, and with the help of the analysis module, turned on the active communicator and tried to contact the so-called independent armed personnel mutual aid system - but was turned away.

The contact party, whose full name is [Independent Mercenary Support System], immediately denied Seifer's contact request for a very simple reason.

His communication channel does not belong to any independent mercenary, and the volunteer system has no obligation or need to provide assistance.

As for the traveling merchants... wait, there isn't even any marking on the cargo box, what was it transporting before?
After belatedly putting all this information together, Seifer reasoned carefully for a moment before realizing it... Secret shipments were generally not something to be publicized, so being robbed was probably an unexpected occurrence. As a newcomer to this world, he was an illegal immigrant, one who bore the reputation of a failed cargo transport. His only option now was to resort to dark tactics.

When a young man offers his head, it doesn’t necessarily have to be his own head!
Having made up his mind, Seifer immediately took action. While spending some time walking through the main control cabin, he subconsciously admired the structures between the cabins, which were designed to withstand extreme weather.

Each compartment is independent of each other, and there are a large number of capillary-like pipes interwoven between the mezzanines, which transfer the temperature of the vehicle body exposed to the sun to various parts of the vehicle body, especially the vehicle body half buried in the sand.

This is an operating system that consumes energy through various pumps, but also absorbs heat to store energy for recycling. The entire vehicle has to bear the load, so it is understandable that the pirates can only lie down and curse.

That's right. Given how blazing the sun is outside, extending the solar panels would roast you to pieces. Utilizing the sun? You'd be roasted by it!
Passing through the corridor that was particularly narrow due to the existence of the main control room, Seifer arrived at the lower preparation area. As expected, it was also filled with various supplies that might be used.

The most important thing is the circular preparation point where he can stand on his iron body and prepare for the attack - that's right, how can a combat unit fight with bare hands? That's too outrageous.

The menu in front of him suddenly became complicated. Among the items that showed "empty" and "unavailable", Seifer saw what he wanted as expected.

The main weapon here is only a gun that can be used with one hand and has a very slow continuous shooting speed, but at least it is a long-range weapon.

The grip is comfortable and the bullpup marksman rifle structure should be very reliable even in windy and sandy conditions.

It is about one meter long and holds about 15 rounds. It can be pre-loaded with 16 rounds. It has good recoil and a decent amount of spare ammunition. What puzzles Seifer is that the manufacturer of this weapon is an independent mercenary support department.

The other weapon seemed a bit sci-fi to Cypher before he traveled through time. It looked like a triangular metal gauntlet on the arm, but once activated, particle beams could be ejected from it.

That's right, it manifests as a 'light sword' that can be swung and chopped, directly cutting through anything in its path.

The manufacturer is a forging workshop affiliated with I/O Enterprises. It is quite easy for ordinary people to hurt themselves when using this thing, so most people would not consider buying it.

After putting the two weapons in his left and right hands respectively, Seifer looked at the most important weapons that could support him in activities under the sun, and couldn't help but sigh that the basic benefits given by clicking were indeed in place.

It was a combat uniform that all mercenaries would wear. The difference from ordinary combat uniforms was that its surface was coated with aluminum foil using a special process to resist extreme high temperatures.

The interior of the one-piece combat suit also has life-sustaining and thermal insulation measures. The disadvantage is that this type of protective clothing is particularly conspicuous outdoors and is also clumsy to move in.

If it weren't for the purpose of carrying out revenge, who would be willing to be the biggest target under the bright sun?
The gas pressure rods started working, and the metal push rods on the preparation table immediately put on a full-cover combat suit for Cypher, and placed the gun and particle beam launcher, that is, the lightsaber, in his hands.

After completing the preparations, Seifer looked out through the mask with excellent light-blocking performance, which even prevented him from seeing anything in the room, and walked towards the open metal door in front of him.

The rear door was completely locked and sealed, and the front door slowly opened amidst a noisy, rapid warning sound and flashing lights. Fine sand and rolling heat waves instantly rushed in through the gap, but this time it didn't take effect immediately.

==《Warning, the outside temperature is rising》==
Ignoring the reminder, after the door in front of him was fully opened, Cypher lifted his legs and stepped out of the car body, which he had not even sat on yet - although humanoid machines theoretically could not warm the floor - and set foot on the desert for the first time.

It's a shame that the sand doesn't seem to glow during the day.

He peeked out from behind a piece of broken track on the ground. All he saw was dry sand that could burn any organic matter into charcoal, as if he was the only unlucky robot in the world.

"Huh... Relax, calm down, and think about the direction those pirates fled yesterday..."

A few seconds later, Cypher was striding across the desert.

What direction are you looking for? Just turn on the radio and rush towards the direction where the signal of unbridled abuse and shouting is best - I'm like opening your box along the network cable and slapping you in the face!

(End of this chapter)