All hopes were placed on the Human Clan, an initially inconspicuous race.
"However, Time has indeed proven that this race favored by Mother River's Favor is terrifyingly powerful, occupying half of the Main World, with countless geniuses..."
Such as the True Kings of the Supreme Council, and...
Gary Smith!
When the Mecha Queen heard this familiar name, her expression stalled, and then a smile appeared: "Good!"
"Two enigmatic men... no, enigma heads, why does it feel like I'm scolding myself?" the Mechanism Angel muttered, looking annoyed.
Others spend their lives chasing after the crown in vain, yet all I want is to die, ending up revived by the influence of the Mechanism God's Shimmering Oil, dragged by two to ascend together as king.
Looking at the situation, it seems I'll have to be inseparable from now on!
The Mechanism Angel's mood was complex, unable to decide if it was anger or... relief?
Boom!
