Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: Extra Story – Rubble Arc
Rubble was taken to a factory full of robots, doing the lowest level of work, with no creativity involved.
He didn’t like it.
Grandpa Wadden said he was the smartest and would continue the legacy of the Mechanical Clan, Rubble shouldn’t be here.
The main issue is that Rubble couldn’t handle it; he’s a mental laborer, not suited for any physical work.
The Mechanical Clan who came together with Rubble are in a similar situation, and soon the first member couldn’t hold on and directly went on strike.
Rubble witnessed with his own eyes a large mechanical arm spinning over from the corner of the workshop, its giant claw grabbing the Mechanical Clan comrade sitting on the ground, ignoring his screams, and taking him away.
Beside them was a transparent glass wall; everyone from the Mechanical Clan watched as their comrade was thrown into a shredder, shattered, and became a pile of scrap iron.
But this is not the most terrifying part; the most terrifying thing is that this pile of scrap iron is reprocessed, becoming parts under their hands.
Rubble tilted his head, emotionless, as the death of the Mechanical Clan body is not scary; they fear the exhaustion of their brain.
However, educated by Grandpa Wadden, Rubble knows a saying: those who recognize the trend are the wise ones.
Of course, Grandpa Wadden didn’t say it like that. His original words were: to survive, you must yield, don’t stubbornly persist; survival is more important.
Rubble refocused and continued working; survival is more important because Rubble carries the responsibility of passing on the wisdom and brilliance of the Mechanical Clan.
After the first day of work ended, Rubble discovered that the entire production line had significant flaws, the machines could operate better. This error was laid right before him but couldn’t be corrected, making Rubble extremely uncomfortable.
Three days later, the factory owner came for an inspection. Rubble went straight up, pointing from east to west with one finger, detailing every machine’s problem and accurately predicting that the factory owner lost forty-eight thousand Star Coins daily.
The factory owner was dumbfounded by what he said, but he improved one machine with an attitude of trying it out and found it indeed worked better.
Then Rubble became the machine overseer, responsible for maintaining these things every day.
Rubble lived this life for about three months, and the machines here had reached their most perfect state. Rubble felt there was no challenge, life was a bit dull.
One day, the factory owner came again and took Rubble to another factory, where Rubble became a machine inspector again. But this place had human engineers, and Rubble’s presence greatly threatened their status, so Rubble, who was completely lacking in human customs, was ostracized.
Although ostracized, Rubble didn’t understand humans’ actions at all; he continued living as usual. Such a reaction wasn’t accepted by others, so they began to bully Rubble.
After Rubble finished the routine inspections of all machines and was about to leave, a machine started to malfunction. Rubble, not understanding, turned back, found the machine sounding the alarm of malfunction, began the inspection, repaired it, and left.
But as he reached the door, the malfunction alarm went off again, and Rubble returned, inspected again, repaired it, and left.
But the alarm went off for the third time. Rubble repeated it, fixed it, left, and it went off again.
Repeatedly, Rubble had repaired it over a dozen times. Generally, anyone in this situation would have been agitated and might have angrily bashed the machine to vent frustration, but Rubble didn’t do that even once. He continued as if it was the first time, repaired it, left.
From afar, those who intended to record Rubble hitting the machine became agitated. This Rubble is too uncanny!
"Let’s go; he isn’t human, we are targeting the wrong direction."
Several people left; they prepared to approach from another angle.
A theft occurred in the factory. The director came back, and everyone stood in a line, waiting for inspection.
"Our factory is monitored, anyone who did this is really foolish."
The director’s words made those framing Rubble a bit nervous, but thinking they had already destroyed the monitors, they relaxed.
The director said a few words, but no one admitted it. He sneered, but soon someone entered from the door, whispered in his ear, and the director’s expression became somewhat unpleasant.
"Alright, since no one is admitting, let’s search then."
The director had his men search one by one. Having a Space Button is not allowed while working here, so everyone has their room and locker.
Each locker was searched, with nothing found until they came to Rubble’s locker.
"Director, found it."
A subordinate pulled out a box containing several High-grade Crystal Stones. The director opened it and called Rubble out.
"Two pieces are missing from this box; where did they go?"
Rubble held the box and shook his head, saying, "Rubble doesn’t know."
"You don’t know? This box was found in your locker."
"Rubble saw it, but Rubble doesn’t know where the Crystal Stones are."
"Still stubborn, giving you the last chance, where are the Crystal Stones?"
"Rubble gives the last answer too; Rubble doesn’t know."
Rubble was taken away; nobody knew what happened, only that he never appeared again. The ones framing him were initially happy for Rubble being taken away, but later fell into a quarrel over unequal sharing after someone took two High-level Crystal Stones, eventually discovered by the director, and the ending was not pleasant.
Now Rubble was sold again, this time to be a playmate for a spoiled brat.
The brat, eight or nine years old, had parents who had no time. All robots were too stiff set by the interstellar, not suitable for play, the Mechanical Clan filled this gap better.
After the brat’s parents left, his obedient demeanor changed directly.
"Are you the Mechanical Clan, like humans?"
"Rubble is not human, he is a great Mechanical Clan, bearing the responsibility of passing on the Mechanical Clan’s legacy."
The brat completely ignored what Rubble was saying and began incessantly scrutinizing Rubble, asking, "Do you need to eat?"
"If your arms are taken off, will they regrow?"
"If you eat too much, will you poop?"
"Can you fly?"
Rubble answered each of the brat’s questions truthfully, but this didn’t stop the brat’s next actions.
He took Rubble to the third-floor rooftop, made Rubble stand at the edge.
"Rubble doesn’t like this height."
"Perfect, soon you won’t be at this height anymore."
The brat forcefully pushed Rubble, the fragile Rubble was pushed down, his eyes still retaining a simple lack of understanding.
Why?
Rubble doesn’t like it.
