Chapter 121: Check-In! Twin Dancers! Infinity Stone Blind Box! Reality Editor!
At first, Ebony Maw thought the coordinates were wrong. That Supergiant must have made a mistake. But he never imagined that the planet itself was gone!
Knowhere had vanished? Then what the hell were they supposed to do here?
But there was still one way. Ebony Maw spoke in a low voice.
"Lord Thanos, I can take part of the fleet and interrogate the nearby transport convoys.
They often pass through this area. They should know what happened to Knowhere."
Thanos nodded.
"Go."
So Ebony Maw departed with his donut-shaped ships.
Not long after, he intercepted a convoy. Leading his warriors aboard the enemy vessel, he raised a hand like a withered branch. The steel gates were ripped apart instantly.
With his hands behind his back, Ebony Maw asked,
"Lord Thanos wishes to know about the disappearance of Knowhere. You should know something."
The people inside the ship let out a breath of relief when they realized he only wanted information. They exchanged looks, then someone spoke up.
"We didn’t see it ourselves.
But according to those who escaped...
Knowhere was carried away by a massive group of robots!
At first, no one knew who they were. But judging by recent events...
They seemed to be Transformers."
Ebony Maw: ...
The moment he heard that, Ebony Maw’s expression soured. He didn’t even dare mention Transformers in front of Thanos anymore. And now Knowhere itself had been taken by them? Reporting this back would be terrifying.
"Are you certain?" Ebony Maw pressed, just to be sure.
But everyone in the room nodded at once. There was only this one version of the story. Especially after the Transformers became known across the stars, everyone believed it was their doing.
"Definitely."
Hearing their answers, Ebony Maw turned to leave. But with a wave of his hand, he said,
"Kill half of them."
The eyes of the people in the captain’s room went wide. Moments later, screams echoed through the transport ship.
When Ebony Maw returned to the flagship, he bent low and whispered to Thanos.
"The Transformers took Knowhere away. The Collector should have gone with them."
As his words fell, the flagship fell into a deathly silence. No one spoke. No one dared make a sound.
After a long pause, Thanos said calmly,
"Work with Supergiant to locate the other Infinity Stones.
There is word that Asgard’s fleeing fleet carries one.
Find them."
Ebony Maw immediately bowed.
"Yes, Lord Thanos."
The fleet set out at once, spreading through the stars to hunt down Asgard’s refugee ships.
...
Meanwhile.
After 5:00 p.m., Lorien appeared outside right on time and locked the door. Silently, he whispered in his heart, "Open."
Another Monday. Lorien thought to himself.
"Check all check-in rewards."
[Ding~!]
[Check-in successful~!]
[Obtained: Atomic Heart Robot Ballerina Twins x2!]
[Obtained: Mrs. Snow Woman Manga x1!]
[Obtained: Atomic Heart Succubus Fridge (Kitchen Edition) x1!]
[Obtained: Atomic Heart Robot Ballerina Twins (Replica Edition) x2!]
[Critical Hit: Marvel Infinity Stones Blind Box x2!]
[Critical Hit: Marvel Multiverse Editor (Couple Edition) x3!]
[Obtained: Leave Card x3!]
Another pile of rewards. Lorien glanced over them. Many seemed interesting.
But first, he snapped his fingers.
Snap!
In the next instant, his figure appeared deep within the Little Universe. Much more convenient for checking his rewards.
Starting with the first one—
[Atomic Heart Robot Ballerina Twins x2!]
[Description: A product from a nonexistent soviet nation in the Multiverse, created in the likeness of ballet dancers. With advanced intelligence systems and superb mechanical performance, they are your ideal butler, maid, and companion.]
Wait. Companion? Robots... as companions? Don’t tell me this was just some cyberpunk X-doll repackaged? Was he supposed to... sleep with them?
Sure, he was superhumanly durable, but wasn’t this a bit too much?
With a wave of his hand, Lorien summoned them. Two Twin Dancer Robots appeared at once.
They were indeed robots—sleek silver bodies, slender and alluring builds, golden hair gleaming like fire. But their faces were smooth metal, featureless.
And yet, this strange combination felt oddly... seductive.
The two were also distinct from each other. The one on the left wore a simple ballet leotard made of soft metal. The one on the right, however, also sported a short golden jacket, left open at the chest. It barely reached her ribs.
Standing side by side, their differences were clear. The left one seemed more demure, chin at a normal height. The right one looked more poised and elegant, her long mechanical legs taut in high heels, chin tilted slightly higher.
Just one glance was enough to tell them apart.
"Amazing."
Lorien couldn’t help but marvel at this robot technology.
It looked stunning!
And now, all he had to do was activate them, and he’d be able to use this pair of Robot Ballerina Twins.
But then Lorien remembered something.
Didn’t he have another pair?
He checked his fourth reward.
[Atomic Heart Robot Ballerina Twins (Replica Edition) x2!]
"Replica Edition?"
[Description: The Replica Robot Ballerina Twins function exactly the same as the originals, but the replicas are clones of the original Twins.] [The original consciousness can control the main body as well as the replicas seamlessly. In other words, one mind can possess two bodies and operate them simultaneously.]
Oh...
So one robot consciousness had two bodies.
Even though there were now four robots, they were still all controlled by the original mind.
Now this was getting interesting.
Lorien waved his hand, and the other two Robot Ballerina Twins appeared.
Before him now stood two pairs of Robot Ballerina Twins!
What did this mean?
Double the benefits?
Well, that could wait.
He stepped forward and activated their wills one by one.
They placed their hands elegantly behind their backs—a classic ballet pose.
The next moment, all four Twins rose lightly onto their toes.
Then they looked at Lorien together and spoke.
"Comrade Lorien, please give us names before using us."
As they spoke, only one pair of Twins actually moved their lips.
"Uh..." Lorien thought for a moment.
He pointed at the one on the left without a golden coat.
"From now on, you’ll be Aria."
Then he pointed at the one wearing the golden coat.
"And you’ll be Bella."
"I can call you Little Aria and Little Bella, or Aria Su and Bella Su."
To be honest, Lorien fully intended to use these two pairs of robots himself. Ahem.
So giving them his surname wasn’t a problem.
Besides, they were easy to tell apart.
The one with a gentle temperament was Aria.
The one with a proud temperament was Bella.
Simple distinction—the former wore no coat, the latter did.
After he finished naming them, both pairs of Twins stood at attention and replied in unison.
"Understood, comrade."
"Wait." Lorien raised his hand to stop them.
"Change that title. At least when we’re outside, you can’t call me ’comrade.’"
"Why?" Aria asked.
"Because this is another universe. It doesn’t belong to the Communists." Lorien shook his head.
"So you can call me Master, Boss, or Lorien."
Hearing that, the Twins exchanged glances.
Of course, they had no eyes—only faces—but it was clearly the equivalent of a look.
Aria spoke again.
"What a shame. Then we’ll call you Boss, or Lorien."
After she finished, Bella added,
"Or in special formal occasions, we can call you Master."
Lorien: ...
They were robots.
How could they act so... socially skilled?
He turned his gaze to the Replica Robot Ballerina Twins.
"You can seamlessly control them, right?"
"Yes," Aria answered in the same voice. "Strictly speaking, she is Aria, and I am also Aria."
"The same for me," Bella replied.
"Good."
Lorien nodded, then with a wave of his hand, an Allspark appeared in his palm.
Instantly, both pairs of Twins—all four faces—turned toward the glowing cube in his hand.
Lorien held it still without moving.
After a long silence, Bella couldn’t help but speak.
"Master, I can feel it... my heart longs for it."
Aria beside her nodded.
"Me too."
As expected.
The Allspark was irresistibly alluring to sentient robots.
And Lorien intended to enlighten these Robot Ballerina Twins with it.
Why?
Because he couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t betray him.
In the Marvel Universe, superpowers came in countless forms.
What if a psychic took control of the Twins and ordered them to stab him in the kidneys?
One on each side.
Both kidneys gone in an instant!
So they had to be transformed into Transformers.
And becoming a Transformer didn’t mean they’d become all sharp and blocky.
Remember the Transformers butler?
Lorien was confident they wouldn’t go astray.
At the same time, he planned to send the Replica pair to Cybertron, to serve as butlers of the Transformer civilization.
Their roles would be Elder and Messenger of the Creator.
That way, Lorien could learn everything happening on Cybertron through the original Twins who remained on Earth.
They would actively record and report back to him. Much better that way.
So under these conditions, he absolutely had to enlighten them.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare use them.
"Come, Bella, Aria, accept my blessing."
Hearing Lorien’s words, the Ballerina Twins exchanged a glance. Then, with their hands elegantly clasped behind their backs, they stepped forward together.
Lorien studied them carefully again. He still couldn’t figure out how four faceless chunks of metal could manage to look so alluring. Did they really have to be called ballerinas?
When both of them stood before him, Lorien pressed the Allspark against the abdomen of the first twin, Aria.
"Mmm..."
Aria let out a soft sound despite herself.
Lorien then moved the Allspark to Bella’s abdomen.
"Hmph..."
Bella also gave a faint moan.
He repeated the process with the other two copies of the twins, then put the Allspark away. Taking two steps back, he waited.
Moments later, the result was nothing like what he expected!
When motorcycles and machines were enlightened, they always transformed—their parts would evolve, shift, and then reassemble into new modular forms.
But the Ballerina Twins were different.
Instead of parts moving or rearranging, ripples spread from the point where he had touched them, like waves flowing through nanomaterials. Their bodies began to change with each wave.
By the time the last ripple faded, their appearance had become far more refined.
At first, their metal shells had looked unmistakably robotic. Now they resembled human figures sheathed in metallic skin, as if real women were hidden beneath the armor. But in truth, they were still the Ballerina Twins.
Once the transformation settled, Lorien stepped forward to examine the details.
First, their joints had been optimized. No longer simple axles, they now looked like flexible liquid metal.
Next, their metallic surface had changed. Before, it was plainly mechanical. Now it resembled metallic skin, giving them an even more lifelike allure.
A short while later, the Ballerina Twins returned to their ballet starting pose and spoke in unison.
"Greetings, esteemed Creator."
Lorien waved a hand. "Just use the old form of address."
"Yes, Master."
"..."
Well, either way was fine. Being called Master wasn’t bad at all—actually, it felt pretty good.
He nodded. "Report your performance after evolution."
Immediately, streams of data began to rise across Aria and Bella’s faces.
"Self-check in progress."
After a pause, Aria looked at Lorien and spoke.
"Body flexibility increased by 100%.
Body strength increased by over 1000%. No reference point yet, upper limit unknown.
Body reaction speed increased by 500%.
Comprehensive combat ability increased by 1000%+."
Hearing the impressive data, Lorien couldn’t help but marvel at how powerful the Allspark’s enhancements were. Just a touch, and their stats had skyrocketed.
The change was obvious.
Before, when they spoke, their voices were flat and electronic, devoid of emotion, like machines answering commands.
Now, when they called him Master, their tones carried a sultry, almost succubus-like charm—and it was clear they meant it willingly.
This was exactly why Lorien had insisted on transforming them into true Transformers. The benefits were enormous.
At that moment, Bella stepped forward with a request.
"To thank our Master, I would like to perform a ballet with Aria for you. Would that be acceptable?"
"Oh?"
Lorien raised a brow. He looked them over—of course it was acceptable. Who wouldn’t want to watch something so breathtaking?
"Go ahead."
With his approval, the Ballerina Twins lit up with joy. They clasped hands and moved a short distance away, while their replicas stood one on either side behind Lorien.
When the originals reached their positions, they began their performance.
A duet.
Aria wrapped her arm around Bella’s slender waist. Bella leaned back gracefully, then kicked her long right leg high into the air.
She wore high heels, and with that kick, she executed a perfect split in midair.
Hiss—
Watching the two of them dance, Lorien felt a fire burn in his chest. They were mesmerizing, almost too tempting to bear.
This was ballet—no matter who watched, their hearts would pound.
The duet continued, every movement fluid and intoxicating.
When the dance ended, the Ballerina Twins returned to him, bowed politely, then once again stood with their hands elegantly folded behind them.
"This is a pas de deux, normally danced by a man and a woman, right?" Lorien asked.
"Yes," Aria nodded.
Bella added, "It is also a dance couples may perform together."
"If you’d allow it, we’d love to dance another one for you, Master."
"Ah..."
Lorien looked at Aria and Bella. At first glance, their pairing seemed to hint at something more, though it wasn’t overt.
But he didn’t have much time left.
"Forget it, next time."
He still had plenty of rewards to check.
"Very well. We’ll look forward to your next request, Master," they said, their voices carrying a trace of disappointment.
This was what Transformers were like. Compared to ordinary robots, they were on a whole other level!