*FWOOOSH!*

*Screech!*

With a scream, the human-sized cockroaches torched by my new flame thrower and burned into nothing in just a few seconds.

Just as its name means Vermin Bane, the flame thrower was something created to slay those pests. I don't know what chemicals used as fuel, but it didn't leave any dangerous substance after use.

The only bad thing was it simply melted the rocks and soils in the surroundings.

So I began to kill ones with a gun, then check the core and finish it off with a flamethrower.

It is simple shoot it, check it, collect it and torch it.

Shoot it!

*Thunk!*

*Scee!*

Check it.

Oh, it got a core.

Collect it.

That is the one more to the bag.

Torch it!

*FHoosh!*

It got a certain rhythm to it.

I already got the core Chen needed, but I got a responsibility to clean this mess.

One starts to ignore the problems like this and throw them away. It would eventually, it will return back and bite it.

So it is better to fix it when one found its source and got sufficient power.

It is not about such grand talks like responsibility or duty.

It just it is.

I continued my massacre until I reached a place that caught my interest.

It was completely different from a tunnel made by an insect, the walls and floor made of similar material as my armor.

This place is definitely connected to my origin or lost lore of the missing sci-fi faction.

More I move closer, the sci-fi aesthetic became more clear but at the same time. More and more, those pests with their eggs appear in front of me.

Eventually, I saw a whole corridor painted light brown color along with a very familiar sound of jittering.

If I had a hair, it would be standing up right now.

*Chen's POV*

All of us now seeing a most revolting scene through the special screen provided us by HM.

"UGhhhh!"

"David!"

"Shit, I think I also gonna hurl."

"Mother of God, I never thought I would see something this scary and disgusting at the same time."

"What bad day to have eyes."

I can't blame him since even I want to puke out my guts out right now at this sight.

What about master?

'Ughhhh...It is a while I saw something this repulsive scenery since the battle against Iron Wing Insect Tribe.'

I could see his grim expression even though he is in a spirit state.

'Master, what is that Iron Wing Insect Tribe? it is similar to those things.'

'Yes, it has an appearance similar to those things, and it always moves in a group that so large that one could easily mistake for a rain cloud from afar.'

'And worst of all, every time you kill one, another two born out from their body unless you completely disintegrate its corpse. Just by remembering the scene where they develop from a small pebble-sized egg to their disgusting bug-like form in a few moments gives me shivers.'

From there on master, began his long but extremely detailed speech about his battle against Iron Winged Insect Tribe.

*Shivers~.*

Just imagining the quick progress sends shivers through my spine.

I wanted him to stop his speech, but he was engrossed in his talk that didn't notice my try.

Look like I have to say goodbye to sleep in few days.

But at least I could see HM's massacre against those things to reduce the effect of the vivid image that my master created.

As for the others, all of them also went back to play the game HM gave them to refresh their minds, as for my little sister.

Thankfully she was too short to see the screen.

People say small is bad but right now.

I am very thankful to God for giving my little sister such a cute and petite body.

With each wave of flame, HM burned a whole group of those roaches. With a screech, a brown tide of roaches attacked HM but only to turn into a paste by its wall of guns.

Of course, a few of those roaches were able to move past those weapons and walls of fire reaching HM.

*TINK!*

But their claws and jaws couldn't even leave a dent on HM's armor. Then only to get crushed by HM's metal arm.

"Firing low pressure high explosive round."

*Pop.*

Followed by a funny sound unfit to such a large size, HM fired a very slow-moving large cone-shaped thing into the middle of the group.

*BOOM*

On the moment it hit one of the roach, it exploded.

'Master.'

'What, kiddo?'

'How strong is HM you think it is ?'

It was overwhelming firepower that could ignore the difference between numbers.

'Hmm, it is hard to measure the strength of HM.'

'Why ?'

'You remember how us cultivators measure our strength, right ?'

'It by the color of our qi and how many gates opened, right ?.'

'Yes, in the simple term, but HM doesn't possess any roots, dantian, or blood energy that suppose any living thing should have.'

'So it is impossible ?'

'No, I could say HM's strength is about the middle or later stage of qi master. In her defense alone, HM could beat any qi master as, unlike master who needs to coak their body to increase their defense.'

'Master, you said any living being should possess blood energy then is HM even alive?'

Doesn't that mean HM, we talking and working under is nothing more than a doll that made to mimic it?

'About that, I don't know, kiddo.'

'I know many practitioners who could mistake as clay doll due to how much feeling they suppressed or thrown away thinking it is useless on their road to immortality.'

'Kiddo, I say what use of immortality if you turn into nothing more than rock with the shape of a human.'

'I understand, master.'

But still, I wonder HM has an emotion?

Eventually, HM finished cleaning the corridor from the roach infestation.

Behind those disgusting eggs appeared a weird-shaped pillar surrounded by a circle.

Few steps away from the pillar, we saw a half-eaten corpse with a missing head. Moving closer, it was no human corpse but some kind of doll covered by human skin to look like a human.

"Hey, that doll holding something."

All of our eyes focused on a small ball holding. Then we saw HM slowly taking the ball from the hand and connecting to itself with a string.

At that moment, I saw change in its single eye.

It was faint, but me and my master were able to saw sign of emotion. It was sadness.

I am happy that knowing HM is alive, but at the same time, I wanted to know what made HM sad.