I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

They weren't worried that Raeder would invade while they were outnumbered, since Raeder wasn't warlike, and he would be in a weakened state when they were active, meaning one of their Abbas could take on ten of them.

After learning about this, the Redel tribe did not take it to heart. They were unconcerned about the attack on Muzhen Star by Abobbas, and many of them left the planet to spread the doctrines of the Holy Church.

There are still quite a few races in the universe that recognize the doctrines of the Holy Church. As more and more people recognize it, and more and more people spread the word, the name of the Holy Church gradually grows, and even some high-level beings have heard of it.

At the same time, the existence of the Holy Church and the Lost Empire shrouded the solar system in mystery.

In the eyes of many civilizations, the solar system is a place teeming with hidden talents and should not be easily offended.

Organic life forms understood this. But some pre-programmed systems couldn't understand; they lacked intelligence and simply acted according to the rules set by the Creator.

A colossal floating island drifts aimlessly through the universe. The island, inside and out, top and bottom, is entirely mechanical, as if crafted by an inorganic life form, perfectly intricate and indestructible, capable of operating for countless years without damage. Within the mechanical island resides a vast army of machines.

A civilization once did something that offended this mechanical island, causing the island to descend upon it and send out a large number of robots that dealt a devastating blow to that civilization.

Many civilizations initially thought this mechanical island posed no danger, and some even went up to investigate it. However, they never expected that this mechanical island would be so aggressive and powerful.

This immediately made them wary of the mechanical island.

The civilization that created the mechanical island is now lost to history.

This enormous mechanical island seems to have existed since ancient times. Many people consider it a cosmic spectacle, and occasionally someone has caught a fleeting glimpse of it. Before any civilization was wiped out by the mechanical island, no one paid it much attention; after all, some who went up to explore found it deserted, seemingly just abandoned relics of a civilization.

At this very moment, the mechanical island is drifting in the direction of the solar system, which has recently been feared by many civilizations.

Whenever forbidden power is created, mechanical islands will descend to contribute to cosmic peace in order to prevent the disruption of cosmic order.

To date, no one in the solar system has achieved this. However, some civilizations are not far from success.

The mechanical island made a prediction and drifted towards the land of possibility ahead of time.

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Many days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The personnel transferred from various regional branches of the Imperial Organization have been returned, and the headquarters has been repaired and renovated.

Everyone's holiday is over, and they need to return to their jobs and get back to work. As the classic saying goes: Holidays? Only those who are useless to society take holidays. Real workers don't need holidays; they work!

Xiao Xi and Xiao Qi were left at home to guard the house as usual.

Zara and Lucia traveled a long way to other cities to participate in a teamwork competition test.

In this respect, the two of them have a natural advantage. They are related by blood, and they are not from Earth, so they have a telepathic connection.

Tacit understanding? We've known each other for ages.

Otherwise, how could they have survived the Great Hunt? They were eventually captured by the Muzhen aliens and brought to Earth for a hunting game.

Wu Maquan rode in Sato Miriko's car to clock in at the organization. If he was often late and slacking off before Sato Miriko came, things changed after she arrived. He was now punctually greeted by Sato Miriko knocking on his door or calling him, and she would drag him to clock in at the organization together.

I haven't been late again. Although I still slack off at work when I feel like it.

The truth behind the TPC hacking incident has been revealed. Ye Rui regained his confidence after the blow. It turned out that only the storage device was compromised, not that his skills were inferior to the hacker's.

The theft of Victory Flying Swallow No. 1 drew the attention of TPC's top management, but no matter how much they focused on it, they couldn't find the culprit. Ultimately, the matter was left unresolved.

When the head of the logistics department returned and learned about the incident, he immediately grabbed the murderer and began to curse him.

He only realized later, after being reminded by his subordinates, that his entire Victory Flying Swallow No. 1 aircraft had been stolen.

This is none of their business; they don't need to put in much effort, and their workload hasn't increased much.

This silenced the head of the logistics department.

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Imperial organization.

Wumaquan was idly idly fishing.

He asked for a research room, and one person reclined in a chair, scrolling through videos on their phone.

Everything was as usual.

When Seven sees a video he liked but didn't finish watching that was swiped away by Wumaquan, he will silently reach out an arm and swipe it back.

Wu Maquan was already used to it; he would skip to the next video after Seven finished watching it.

The two got along extremely well.

Until noon... Miko Sato arrived at the research lab.

Seven suddenly pulled his hand back as he reached out to swipe the video.

Wuma Quan looked at Sato Miriko as she entered and asked, "Why did you come in so suddenly? You didn't make a sound."

"Come on, it's lunchtime and I haven't seen you in the cafeteria. I called you but you didn't answer, so I came over to check on you," Sato Miriko complained.

Wu Maquan then realized that he seemed to have turned on Do Not Disturb mode and was so engrossed in watching the video that he hadn't noticed that Sato Miriko had sent him a message.

He got up and stretched, feeling tired after fishing all morning.

"You didn't come here just to ask me to eat in the cafeteria, did you?" Wumaquan asked.

Miko Sato shook her head and said, "By the way, I also wanted to talk to you about Mechagodzilla. You don't usually pay attention to internal organization news, so I don't think you know much about Mechagodzilla."

"Hmm?" Wumaquan asked as he walked out of the laboratory, "Has something terrible happened again?"

“You really make yourself seem like someone who’s isolated from the world.” Sato Miriko shrugged and said, “Recently, headquarters has been recruiting highly skilled personnel from various divisions and other places. They want to train those with high levels of teamwork to become mecha pilots.”

"You mean Mechagodzilla?" Wu Maquan said, "Although I don't pay much attention to this kind of news, I still know the basics. I heard that they have already recruited quite a few pilots for the training phase, right? I heard that several groups of pilots have already stood out in the synchronization of the neural sensory elements for dual pilots."

“Yes.” Sato Miriko nodded and said, “But the highest synchronization rate is only 98%. In actual combat, if the battle is too intense, Mechagodzilla will not be able to exert its full performance. Moreover, the two pilots in this group with a 98% synchronization rate were killed by the invaders when the headquarters was invaded last time. The remaining batch is 95%, and there are also 92%.”

"?!" Wu Maquan exclaimed in surprise, "I just found out that even the pilots with a 98% synchronization rate were killed."

“Headquarters used to keep it a secret, but now they’re not, probably because they can’t find a suitable candidate,” Sato Miriko said with some interest. “Why don’t we give it a try? Maybe we can become pilots of Mechagodzilla.”

"No thanks, I'm not interested." Wu Maquan has many secrets to hide, how could he possibly become the pilot of a two-person Mechagodzilla? Although if he wanted, he could actively block the other party from accessing his memories through neural communication synchronization.

However, it would be more practical for him to transform into Seven X than to pilot Mechagodzilla. At the very least, he could unleash Gatanothor himself; aside from Shining Tiga, anyone who comes near him at this stage would probably tremble in fear.

He ran off to become the pilot of Mechagodzilla.

It's like putting on limiters and then doing extreme sports in a gravity environment.

"Are you really that uninterested?" Sato Miriko said with longing, "Piloting a mecha to fight the enemy sounds like a really cool thing. Needless to say, our talents are unquestionable, and our teamwork is better than most people's. Remember when we were doing synchronized sound training before? You and I were in a group and you completely outshone everyone else in the other groups."

Wuma Quan remained silent, only looking at Sato Miriko.

First of all, piloting mechs to fight enemies, isn't that a man's hobby? Why are you, a girl, getting involved in that?

Secondly, the reason why the two of them have such a high degree of tacit understanding is not because they are actually very compatible, but because Wuma Quan used Gatanothor's power to know everything, thus forming the best combination with Sato Miriko.

In group matches, the two of them easily secured first place. In individual competitions, he would typically be first and Sato Miriko second.

He listened quietly as Mireko Sato recounted her past.

When they got to the kitchen, Wuma Quan silently swiped Sato Miriko's meal card and ordered a bunch of food.

By the time Sato Miriko realized what was happening, the two of them were already sitting at the dining table.

Sato Miriko: "..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Can't you just listen to me properly?"

“No, I’ve been listening to you the whole time,” Wumaquan said seriously. “It’s just that I have absolutely no interest in Mechagodzilla.”

"What, you're not interested in piloting Mechagodzilla? Do you want to become Ultraman?" Sato Miriko shoveled at her rice plate and said, "That's a pipe dream."

"Who knows, I might just be Ultraman," Wuma Quan said seriously.

"Ha, you?" Sato Miriko acknowledged Wuma Izumi's excellence. But she simply couldn't believe that Wuma Izumi was Ultraman.

"What if I were really Ultraman?" Wuma Quan wondered, no one would believe him if he told the truth.

"If you're Ultraman, then you might also be a monster. A combination of monster and Ultraman," Sato Miriko gestured wildly.

Wumaquan: "..."

Seven said, "Oh no, could the woman sitting across from us also be a superhuman, with the ability to read minds?"

"Don't overthink it, it's just wild guessing," Wumaquan said.

"What are you underestimating?" Sato Miriko asked, puzzled.

"It's alright. I knew you were a bit careless, so maybe you could manage to pilot Mechagodzilla alone," Wu Maquan said dismissively.

“Ha, men.” Sato Miriko rolled her eyes.

"How is Gakuma?" Wumaquan asked.

“Just like before, food and lodging are provided, and there are regular health checkups. The Gakumas only need to handle the waste that is difficult for us humans to process,” said Miko Sato. “Don’t underestimate the Gakumas’ ability to process waste. They have been a great help. Some countries have even invited the Gakumas to come over, wanting to issue them citizenship certificates so that the Gakumas can obtain their nationality.”

"That's outrageous!" Wu Maquan exclaimed in surprise.

“Don’t think it’s out of kindness.” Sato Miriko rolled her eyes again and said, “If we let Gakuma join their country and have their citizenship, wouldn’t it be much easier for Gakuma to handle the waste that their country can’t handle? Right now, to get Gakuma to handle waste, we have to apply for and submit it, and we have to pay a certain price. In comparison, letting Gakuma join their country’s citizenship is just issuing a certificate. It’s a huge win.”

“Oh, then I’m afraid their wish will be in vain,” Wumaquan said.

“Yes.” Sato Miriko nodded.

As the two men talked, they were completely unaware that a rusty pocket watch, still spinning, had appeared on their dining table.

When they both noticed, they were quite puzzled.

Sato Miriko picked up the old pocket watch that had suddenly appeared on the table and asked, "When did this get on here? Was it here when we came in?"

“No.” Wumaquan was certain. When they sat down at the table, it was spotless, completely devoid of the rusty, sea-soaked pocket watch.

He secretly asked Seven.

Seven's answer was also that he hadn't noticed.

Sato Miriko frowned, swinging her old, rusty pocket watch, and saw the production address and date on the back of the watch.

P.S.: This chapter is 8000 words, please vote, give rewards, and even some harsh words! *o?o*?

I wish I could finish writing during the day so I could go to sleep at night! (?????)

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Chapter 121 The Light in Humanity's Heart is an Evil God!

“This is a very old pocket watch.” Sato Miriko opened the pocket watch case, and the internal parts showed signs of rust, with the slowly turning gears stained with rust.