Super Mothership
In the pitch-black hangar, a battered figure limped in, covered in wounds. He stopped in the middle of the vast space, his tall frame trembling ever so slightly.
“Damn it!”
The man suddenly roared, slamming his fist hard against a nearby steel pillar.
Bang! Blood splattered, but Spartacus didn’t even seem to feel the pain. His heart was filled with rage—and deep, suffocating regret.
If he hadn’t given in to Sulla’s desperate pleas and allowed her to accompany him as an attendant, none of this would have happened.
He hated his own weakness and incompetence.
But even more, he hated this damned hierarchical system!
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Spartacus’s face twisted in fury as he struck again and again, venting all his anger upon himself, completely ignoring the bloody mess of his knuckles, the bone already visible beneath the torn flesh.
Behind him, the cold, turquoise mech gleamed faintly under the dim indicator lights, silently watching everything unfold...
After a long while, Spartacus finally collapsed to the ground, lying on his back and gasping for air. His rough, hardened face was now streaked with tears and snot.
“Morsy... I swear, I’ll kill you… Sulla... forgive me... forgive me…”
He muttered incoherently, his mind hazy, his eyes dull and unfocused.
He had once believed that becoming a Bronze Warrior would change his fate—that it would change the lives of those around him.
But reality had cruelly proven otherwise.
No matter how hard he worked, nothing had truly changed.
He was still just a struggling ant crawling at the bottom.
In his eyes, the bronze mech’s cold, sharp lines reflected back at him. Yet that powerful steel body, once a symbol of safety, now gave him no comfort at all.
Even with it... he couldn’t protect the one he loved most.
“Oh? I sense a yearning… from the depths of your soul…”
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Spartacus’s mind—ethereal, filled with a majesty beyond words.
“Huh?”
Spartacus froze, looking around blankly, trying to find the source of the voice. Confusion clouded his eyes.
“Tell me, do you wish to understand the meaning of life? Do you desire... true power?”
The voice came again, striking directly at the deepest part of Spartacus’s heart.
“Who?! Who’s there? Stop hiding and show yourself!”
Startled, Spartacus realized this wasn’t just his imagination. He struggled to his feet, bloodied and wary, scanning the dark corners around him.
And then—two crimson lights suddenly flared in the darkness.
Spartacus’s pupils shrank.
The turquoise mech’s upper body was shrouded in shadow, like a beast awakening and opening its glowing red eyes...
This... this was impossible!
He stumbled back two steps, staring at his own mech—so familiar, yet suddenly so alien.
The machine that only he should have been able to pilot... had somehow activated on its own?!
“Who are you?!”
Cold sweat broke across his forehead. He kept his gaze fixed on the mech while his right hand quietly reached for the weapon at his waist.
He didn’t act rashly. In such a confined space, facing an armored mech with mere flesh and blood—even a Golden Warrior would likely not survive.
“Who I am doesn’t matter,” the voice replied calmly.
“What matters is that I possess the power you seek—the power to grant your wish.”
Spartacus’s heart pounded. Focusing his mind, he finally realized the voice wasn’t traveling through the air at all...
It was coming directly from within him.
Telepathic communication?!
A chill ran through him. That was a power spoken of only in rumors.
His hand had already brushed the handle of his weapon—
but then, suddenly, it froze.
For beings capable of such a feat, their strength and status were far beyond what a mere Bronze Warrior like him could ever hope to resist.
Let alone...
Thinking of the mysterious voice’s earlier words, Spartacus rasped hoarsely, “You’re saying… you can help me fulfill my wish?”
“Hahahaha! I’ve fulfilled more wishes than you can imagine! To this day, my wish–completion rate stands at one hundred percent! Customer satisfaction—also one hundred percent!”
That statement was no lie. The Ghost Captain known as the “Wishing Machine” had an unshakable five-star reputation back on Earth.
Of course… the after-sales service didn’t exactly include a ‘leave a bad review’ option.
“Then… you can help me rescue Sulla?”
A glimmer of hope flickered in Spartacus’s eyes, like a drowning man grasping for a floating piece of wood.
“To be precise, I can grant you the power necessary to fulfill your wish—provided, of course, that you’re willing to pay the proper price.”
“Sir, what do you want? Whatever I have—take it! Even my life, if that’s what it takes!” Spartacus exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion.
“Oh? Life is precious, but love… is priceless! I like your resolve. But what I want isn’t just your life—”
“—I want your soul! Hahahahaha!”
As that wild laughter echoed through the hangar, the metallic floor in front of Spartacus suddenly began to change!
Liquid–silver lines appeared out of nowhere, spreading rapidly across the ground. They intertwined into a strange, intricate magical pattern, glowing brighter and brighter until the entire formation shone with a blinding silver light.
Under Spartacus’s stunned gaze, a swirling silver vortex opened at the center—
and from within it, inch by inch, emerged a long-handled hammer of reddish bronze, ancient and savage in design, emanating a primal aura.
If Rose had been there, she would’ve found the sight very familiar…
At this moment, the mechanical bug once again demonstrated its unparalleled flair for dramatic presentation!
Mechanical Bug: “……”
“W-What… is this?”
Faced with the unbelievable sight before him, Spartacus was completely dumbfounded—Spartacus’d, one might say.
If telepathic communication was still barely within his understanding, then this scene had utterly shattered his already fragile sense of science and reality.
Even the most advanced technologies of the Wolf Civilization couldn’t possibly create something this fantastical, could they?!
“This,” said the voice—now adopting an almost ceremonial tone, clearly practiced at this kind of con—“is a divine weapon forged from the miraculous material Elemental Fury of the world of Draenor, passed down through generations of the Blackrock Orc clan!”
With theatrical rhythm and grandiose flair, the professional con artist continued his sales pitch—
ahem, introduction—of yet another of his “masterpieces.”
“It is both the vanguard of destruction and the prophesied herald of redemption!
Since the day it was forged, many legendary orcs have wielded it—
including three Warchiefs of the Horde: Blackhand, Orgrim, and Thrall.
This hammer’s legendary might has brought ruin to countless lives on Azeroth,
yet it has also led the orcs into a new age.
The prophecy says it can bring its bearer to victory—
or just as easily bring the world to ruin!
In the many epic tales passed down through the ages, it is known as…
the Hammer of Destruction!”
Mechanical Bug: “……” (￣△￣；)
TL Note- Doom...
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