As much as Ray didn't like it, Wednesday came and the interview with various news stations was to be held shortly. He lived near Times Square so getting there was no problem for him; the problem was... where was the interview meant to be stationed?
This was all too confusing, was the interview going to be held on the busy streets or maybe a famous landmark? He didn't know.
The new times square itself was what confused Ray. He knew that it'd always been a major commercial and entertainment center, but wasn't this a bit too much?
People crowded the streets, yelling out the price for their wares, these so-called wares were monster and beast parts, or weapons and even some other things like skill books and random junk like that. Ray had not been out of his house except to hunt beasts, so he mostly paid no attention to the recent human development.
'Hmm, no matter what, Humans are still best at adaptation. If we weren't, a lot of things could have killed us by now.'
Ray thought of all the famous places in times square and picked the most likely place for a broadcast interview to be held.
Times Square Studios.
He flew over to the building and stood in front of it warily, suddenly a wave of mixed emotions hit him, he felt nervous but confident at the same time.
"Ah, I see what's going on!"
Ray found the closest mask shop from him and used his tiny amount of scrounged up change to buy a mask. The mask's design was of a black and white bunny face with a monotone look. He wore the mask and the mixed emotions he was feeling quickly disappeared, leaving only hesitant confidence.
Ray walked towards the building with a pep in his step.
"Hey you, halt!" A guard yelled out to him and came running. He wore raggy armour and had a sword tied to his waist, the man held the hilt of the sword, ready to attack him at moment's notice, though Ray could probably kill him and the generations to come.
"State your business here!"
"I am here for the interview."
"The one with the Machine Lord?"
"Yes."
"Sorry, but no spectators allowed." The guard laughed lightly and thought of how cool he must have sounded.
"I'm not a spectator, I am the Machine Lord Kelly." (No pun intended here if you realized, lol)
"Hmph? You're the fifth one today, and the most shabbily dressed at that, just because you have red hair does not mean you are the Machine Lord, you fucking chuuni!" The guard pointed towards his mostly raggy clothes and outrightly insulted him.
Ray stepped back and turned around, making the guard think of how cool he must have looked.
'Hmm, imbecile, not my fault if you get fired. Kek, that's the problem with humans, always too busy trying to posture!' Ray thought nonchalantly to himself, but if anyone else were here they would curse and scream at him for being pretentious.
He looked towards the pavement and sat down there.
'Oh, right System, explain that thing about me not being human.'
[Oh, it's not that you're not human again. You're just like a uhh, a human with a more complicated and advanced body type, which in your case was the Aero-Mechanical Physiology.]
The system explained it easily so Ray could get it without him having to dive into the schematics of it all.
'So, what abilities does the Physiology give me.' Ray spoke, unimpressed by what the system said.
[For one, if you weren't already a robotic being, it would transform you into that...]
'And?'
[... And you will also have complete control and immunity over the wind element.]
'Oh, sounds nice, but why aren't these things in my skills tab?'
[It is all compressed into the Aero-Mechanical Human part, just concentrate on it for one minute or so and the skills under it will pop up.]
Ray did like he was told and concentrated on the words Aero-Mechanical Human. Several new windows popped up, showing his skills with the physiology, all level one of course.
"There he is, looking for trouble!"
A voice abruptly shook Ray out of his concentration. It was the guard from before, and now it looked like he brought along some jockeys waiting to be killed.
"Can I help you with something?"
"You're trespassing on private property, get lost!"
The jockey speaking wore glasses, so Ray called him Glasses jockey, and the other two jockeys wore tank tops, so he called them Tank Top Jockey One and Two, and as for the guard, he just called him retard.
"I don't see any sign."
"Does there have to be a sign when I tell you to get lost?" Glasses jockey bellowed and looked very domineering... before Ray stood up.
"Eh, I'm taller than you, haha." He used his hand to compare the large differences in height. Not only that, the body statures were completely different, though he didn't work out as much since stat points just took care of it, his body was still much more muscular than Glasses jockey's body.
Ray was yapping out loud, not realizing that Glasses jockey was fuming.
"Ox, Horse, take care of this joker for me!"
"Yes, boss!" Tank Top jockey one and two bellowed and threw attacks at Ray.
"Eh, all I did was mention height, what did I ever do to you!"
Glasses retard thought confident in Ox and Horse's ability to handle this guy, but he didn't realize the "guy" was confident in his narcissism too.
"Hey stop attacking me you goddamn dogs, this isn't some Chinese face slapping novel, we're Americans here! I get where you're coming from, believe me, I understand the desire to face slap, but that just isn't us Americans forte!"
He teased around a bit, dodging their attacks without breaking a sweat and even insulting the glasses jockey when he felt like it.
'Sigh, this is getting repetitive, time to end this.' After a while of enjoying their attacks, he felt bored and called on his drones which were lying in his inventory.
'Finish them up, but don't kill.'
His command to the drones via nanosensors and receptors were heard loud and clear, and the drones followed as he asked.
"Hehe, that's more like it, less talk more whimper."
The three jockeys and one guard lay before him, battered and bruised.