Don't be afraid, I've truly come to bring you happiness.

Passing by those strangely designed torture instruments, Lin Yuanshan arrived at the unidentified machine in the corner, covered by a dust cloth.

He lifted the dust cover, revealing a huge, menacing robot lying beneath it, about five meters long.

This robot consists of five distinctive components.

They are --- guitar, bass, microphone, snare drum, and keyboard.

"I call it Super Athlete's Foot. I originally planned to use it for an advertisement, but I couldn't solve the technical problem of standing and walking, so I abandoned it here."

"However, if it's just for show, it shouldn't be a problem."

"I'll use the stage lift to raise the robot up then."

"After you enter, you will jump out of the robot's cockpit."

"And then add special effects like dry ice and sparks."

"How about that? Doesn't it sound like a gimmick?"

After listening to Lin Yuanshan's idea, the three PhDs

Looking at the grotesque machine lying in the corner, he fell into deep thought.

"Since you haven't said anything, I'll take that as your agreement? Then, for Shin-Kawasaki's first performance at the Starry Night Theater, we've decided to open with Super Athlete's Foot!"

Lin Yuanshan's classic self-talk.

The night at the Starry Sky Agency was utterly silent.

Dr. Nina sneaked into the firm using a secretly made copy of the key.

Then open the basement door.

"Hehehehehe ah ah~~"

She let out a Tom Cat-like laugh and closed the door.

Her goal is Super Athlete's Foot.

Lin Yuanshan said that standing and walking is a technical problem that this big machine cannot solve.

But is this a difficult problem for Dr. Rencai?

If the robot could walk on the stage, wouldn't that be an amazing show?

Thinking of the shocked looks on the faces of the audience and Lin Yuanshan,

Rencai couldn't help but hum softly.

In short, let's add the walking module first; the tools are readily available in the basement.

In addition, there was a smart modification module that she had ordered on short notice.

whee!

Since we're already here, it's reasonable to add some "fun" functions to the robot in addition to its ability to walk, right?

Chapter 115 Thorn Group Technology, truly awe-inspiring!

Dr. Renna's figure had just disappeared into the shadows of the basement.

Another furtive figure then crept in.

"Hehehehehe ah ah~~"

It's Dr. Momoka.

As a leading expert in chemical and energy engineering, making robots walk was beyond her area of ​​expertise.

However, installing a "powerful heart" for this steel behemoth is her specialty.

A miniaturized, highly efficient nuclear fusion reactor sounds reasonable, doesn't it?

Although I don't know why I'm pretending.

But I feel like it would be really cool, very rock and roll to wear it.

However, since we have such abundant energy, it would be a waste to use it only to turn on a light.

Tao Xiang looked around the basement.

I decided to put everything I saw on it, just to make use of the waste.

"The dokidoki 100,000-volt truth-or-lie detector is too weak. Upgrade it to the Thunderclap level... Install it!"

"Rusty pliers, but good material. Add a hydraulic power arm... Install it!"

"The upgraded version of the 'Knockout Donkey' towel, modified with a high-pressure jet device... Install it!"

"Buckets of cucumber juice, great, can be used as a coolant... fill them up too!"

"I don't know what the nail clippers are for, but I'll just install them anyway!"

Dr. Momoka left satisfied.

The third visitor, Dr. An and Subaru, appeared at the basement door, carrying a huge box and panting.

She didn't let out a grotesque laugh.

Because the things she carried were so heavy, she no longer had the strength to control her expression.

As a PhD in economics, her core concern is how to improve the "user satisfaction" and "paid conversion rate" of performances.

Her answer was—precise airdrops to win people's hearts.

Dr. Subaru stuffed a whole box of cute dolls into the robot's belly compartment.

At the same time, she also installed a high-sensitivity microphone and a thermal imaging system for audience seating.

This system can accurately identify "negative comment users" who boo or jeer.

At that time, the robot's built-in speaker will call out the person's ticket number in a friendly manner, inviting them to come up on stage to receive a "comfort doll".

Once you've received the doll, even if you're still dissatisfied with the performance, you'd be too embarrassed to keep criticizing it, right?

A perfect public relations strategy!

Thinking of this, Subaru couldn't help but hum softly.

Little did she know that the AI ​​controller installed on Nina, after detecting Momoka's "functional plugin" and her own "target locking system,"

An unexpected change occurred.

On the day of the performance, at Star Livehouse.

"This is the robot you're going to bring onto the stage?"

Xingge looked at the menacing steel creation in front of him and felt that something was wrong.

Compared to the previous clunky and bulky "Super Athlete's Foot" version, this version... seems to have a soul.

Beneath that cold, metallic exterior, there seemed to lie some kind of restless, lurking will.

"Well done! It took me twelve hours to get its eyes powered!"

Lin Yuanshan, covered in engine oil, proudly wiped the sweat from his face with his arm.

"Now its eyes are glowing! Isn't that amazing!"

As he pressed the switch, the giant electronic eye of the Super Athlete flashed a deep red light before dimming again.

"..."

So this unsettling feeling is because you installed two light bulbs?

It took twelve hours?!

Meanwhile, at the performance entrance.

"Sir, please show your ticket."

Nagasaki Motoyo, who had been dragged by Lin Yuanshan to be a ticket inspector, said weakly.

"Here."

An impatient audience member handed over the ticket, his tone full of provocation.

"Let me make this clear first, I'm only here because of Diamond Star! If the performance isn't good, I'll be booing!"

Su Shi merely glanced at him with the same pity one would show when looking at a corpse.

How dare you boo on the territory of the demonic Yuanshan?

"Bro, do you like South Asian food?"

The audience was baffled by this seemingly nonsensical question.

"What do you mean?"

Su Shi shook her head without explaining.

"It's nothing, please come in."

"The next band to perform is one that I think most of you in the audience probably recognize!"

"Then let's cut to the chase and welcome him—"

"[Champion of the First Neon Girls Band No-Limited Fighting Tournament]!"

"The new Kawasaki (tentative) band is here!!!"

The rousing music exploded!

In the center of the stage, amidst dazzling sparks and dry ice mist, the gigantic Super Athlete slowly rose!

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The unprecedented way they made their entrance drew cheers from the audience.

The three members of the new Kawasaki lifted the cockpit, jumped off the robot, greeted the audience, and then walked towards their respective instruments.

Nina glanced at the motionless robot behind her, a hint of doubt flashing through her mind.

Strange, according to the procedure, shouldn't it take a couple of steps at this time to show off its majestic appearance?

Never mind, it's probably just a minor malfunction.

She refocused her attention on singing.

The performance is halfway through.

Subaru frowned as well.

Wait a minute, what about the prize draw? Why hasn't it happened yet?

Her plan to appease users who left negative reviews also seems to have failed.

Forget it, let's focus on the performance.

Subsequently, under Lin Yuanshan's arrangement, the Super Athlete's Foot slowly descended from the stage and disappeared backstage, as if it were just a showpiece.

Because there aren't many original tracks, Shin-Kawasaki's live performances often feature the same few songs over and over again.

In the audience, the Diamond Star fan finally couldn't help but purse his lips and complain:

"It certainly has a lot of hype, but the performance itself is just so-so."

He didn't notice the moment he made the sound.

The red electronic eye of the "Super Athlete's Foot" camera in the back suddenly lit up!

A shadowy figure, almost impossible to spot, flashed out from backstage and vanished just as quickly.

"Bro, what you just said was a bit off. Although their technique is still a bit raw, this band has a very strong personal style, and this performance wasn't all just a gimmick..."

A spectator next to him was about to retort when he turned around and found that his companion was gone.

Meanwhile, in the most secluded storage room of the venue.

Kuroko, who was dragged in by Super Athlete's Foot, is being held firmly to the ground.

The cold, mechanical arm unfolded, revealing a dazzling array of "torture instruments" inside.

The high-pressure nozzle was aimed at his face, and "Mendao Lv," which reeked of strong alcohol, sprayed out.

Immediately following was an electric shock of the same level as the Divine Thunderbolt, which caused his whole body to convulse.