"I am Starscream. I've located the fire source. All Decepticons—move immediately!"
As Transformers, both Autobots and Decepticons possessed communication technology far beyond Earth's. With Starscream's signal broadcasted, their hidden forces across the globe began to stir.
In a bustling city, a police car parked along the curb suddenly roared to life, rolling into the street without a driver.
"Barricade, responding!" the police car reported.
At a military base, an unmanned tank broke through barbed wire and rumbled toward the coordinates Starscream had sent.
"Brawl reporting!"
Elsewhere, helicopters and armored vehicles transformed from their disguises, all converging on the signal. These Decepticons had long been embedded within human society, lying in wait for this very moment.
Starscream, Megatron's adjutant and air commander, had authority second only to Megatron himself. That power gave him the right to summon them all.
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Meanwhile, chaos erupted within the Hoover Dam—the headquarters of District 7.
A group of intruders stormed the facility. These were no ordinary men; they were Samsara players. Each wielded strange powers, and the advanced thermal weapons of the base couldn't even slow them down. Even the most elite special forces crumbled like paper before their might.
To reach the eleventh floor of the Samsara Tower, one had to possess B-rank strength at minimum. Against ordinary soldiers, they were monsters.
It didn't take long before the Samsaras forced their way into the dam's deepest chamber.
But the fire source was gone. Fenric had already taken it.
What remained was a colossal Transformer, still locked in ice—Megatron.
The Samsaras stared at him, disappointment flashing across their faces.
"So the coordinates on the glasses led us… here? To this?"
"This machine looks powerful, sure. But it's nothing compared to what we expected."
"Brother Turk, what do we do now?"
The group's mood soured. Nearly two days of effort, only to find a frozen Transformer. Even if one of them killed it, the reward wouldn't be enough for all.
Their leader, Brother Turk, clenched his fists in frustration. He would have harsh words for his cousin later, no doubt. Still, he wasn't concerned about dissent among his team. They had been together since the very beginning, surviving copy after copy. Bonds like theirs weren't easily shaken.
"At this point, regrets are meaningless," Brother Turk said coldly. "We'll kill this big guy, then hunt down other Transformers. At least we'll complete the mission."
The others nodded reluctantly.
Just as they were preparing to strike, a Samsara ran up, slightly out of breath.
"Brother Turk, wait! I just interrogated someone. He said that last night, an intruder stole something far more important from this place!"
"What?!" Brother Turk's eyes narrowed. "Impossible. We had the glasses from the start. No one could've been ahead of us."
The Samsara hesitated, then said, "Unless… it was Shura."
The name fell like thunder. The group froze, glancing uneasily at each other. Even Brother Turk was silent for a moment.
Anyone else, they could dismiss. But Shura? That was different.
He had defied common sense before. If anyone could have beaten them here, it was him.
Brother Turk asked sharply, "Did you learn what Shura took?"
The Samsara nicknamed Big Dog stepped forward. "Yes. An alien cube—emitting strange energy. It can transform ordinary electronics into mechanical lifeforms!"
Hiss!
The Samsaras inhaled sharply.
They instantly understood the object's importance. This wasn't just loot—it was the heart of the mission.
"No wonder Shura entered this dungeon," Brother Turk muttered through clenched teeth. "So that's what he was after… but how did he even know about it?"
Another Samsara's eyes gleamed. "With that artifact, you could create endless mechanical lifeforms. Completing the mission with a Super God Evaluation would be guaranteed!"
The group's expressions shifted from shock to burning desire.
Super God Evaluation—since Shura first achieved it, it had become the obsession of countless Samsaras. The rewards were said to be immense.
Look at Shura himself. After only clearing the tenth floor, his strength had skyrocketed to A-rank. He had even clashed with the ninety-sixth ranked powerhouse on the Top 100 List—and won. The leap was absurd, almost unbelievable.
Such growth was only possible through rewards beyond imagination.
"But now it's in Shura's hands," one Samsara said bitterly. "Do you think he'll share it with us?"
Silence fell. The thought of turning back empty-handed, after knowing the key to a Super God Evaluation, was unbearable. They could only attempt this dungeon once. Miss this chance, and the door would close forever.
Brother Turk's eyes hardened. "Then we fight him for it."
The others flinched.
"Boss, don't be reckless!"
"Yeah! You saw his strength. We're no match for Shura."
"I recognized the weapon he used—it was Thor's Hammer from The Avengers. I don't even know how he got it!"
"Brother Turk, are you serious about this?"
But Brother Turk only smiled faintly. "Relax. I'm not so foolish as to drag us all to our deaths."
He gestured toward the frozen titan before them. "But what about him? Megatron. He's not dead—only dormant. What if we wake him… and let him deal with Shura?"
The group stiffened, stunned by the idea.
"If he's useless, we abandon the plan," Brother Turk continued. "But if he has the power… he might be our only chance to stand against Shura."