339: Chapter 333 Higher-Level Beings

Song Yang's gaze was locked tightly on the mini robot resting on top of the dark golden hexahedron.

The tiny robot lay there quietly, with faint circles of blue data streams lighting up around it, like ripples on water, slowly seeping into the smooth surface of the hexahedron.

The entire process was eerily quiet.

But Song Yang could feel that, although the surface was calm, undercurrents were already surging beneath it.

Zeus was engaged in an all-or-nothing gamble; any outside interference could be fatal.

All he could do was wait and try his best not to cause any negative impact.

He needed time to wait for a result.

Either Zeus succeeded and would ascend to the heavens in a single step, possessing the powerful body of a high-level Mechanical Race and extraordinary strength.

Or Zeus failed, and its data would be completely annihilated, disappearing from the world.

It was like a long tug-of-war, and no one knew the outcome.

Not failing immediately was the best news.

"Woo..."

The Star Beast behind him suddenly nudged his back, seemingly urging him to do something.

Song Yang turned around and saw the creature open its huge mouth, making a few retching sounds as if it were regurgitating something.

"Clang!"

"Clang, clang!"

With a series of crisp metallic clashing sounds, over a hundred silver-white metal boxes of various sizes and peculiar shapes were spat out from its mouth and scattered on the ground.

These were the very storage boxes it had swallowed in one gulp earlier.

Looking at these spoils of war, Song Yang suddenly realized that he couldn't just wait idly like this.

He didn't know how long it would take for Zeus, so he had to find something to do.

With a thought, he brought up the StarNet interface.

A light blue virtual screen unfolded before him, listing various functional options.

Song Yang skillfully clicked on the "Trading Platform".

These storage boxes belonged to the Mechanical Race civilization; their locking systems and structures were difficult for him to open, and the items inside were likely high-tech products he couldn't use.

Keeping them just took up space, so it was better to exchange them for the resources he needed most right now.

He picked up the smallest box, and his bracelet immediately provided scanning information.

[Unknown Mechanical Race Storage Box (Small)]

[Description: May contain general Mechanical Race energy, low-level repair parts, data chips, and other items.]

[Status: Intact.]

[List for sale?]

Song Yang chose "Yes" without hesitation.

He scanned and listed all the hundreds of storage boxes the Star Beast had spat out, regardless of their size.

He didn't set a price for these blind boxes but instead uniformly chose the "Bargaining" mode, wanting to see the market reaction first.

At first, his product list was quiet, with no one interested.

After all, the trading platform was vast, with countless new items listed every day.

However, three minutes later, the first browsing record appeared.

Immediately after, the first purchase inquiry followed.

[Buyer 'Iron Scrap Enthusiast': Holy crap? Mechanical Race box? Real or fake? Bro, is this thing authentic?]

Song Yang hadn't had time to reply yet.

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"

A series of dense notification sounds exploded in his system backend like a tide.

His product view count began to soar at a terrifying speed.

One thousand... five thousand... ten thousand!

The inquiry messages in the backend instantly reached the 999999+ limit, causing a momentary lag.

[Buyer 'Did the Scavenger Get Rich Today': Seller! Seller, are you there! I want all these boxes! Name your price!]

[Buyer '7th Star Sector Arms Dealer': Friend, don't listen to the guy above; he's just a scavenger. I represent the 7th Star Sector Armed Group and extend an official purchase invitation to you. The price is negotiable!]

[Buyer 'Engine Oil Tastes So Good': Ahhh! It's a real Mechanical Race storage box! I can smell the pure scent of engine oil! Seller, look at me! I'm willing to trade my prized 'Terra-class Energy Core' for three of your big boxes!]

The situation instantly spiraled out of control.

Song Yang watched the constantly scrolling messages and the rapidly rising view count, his heart pounding wildly.

He had anticipated that Mechanical Race items would be highly sought after, but he never expected them to be this popular.

He seemed to have underestimated the weight of the words "High-Level Mechanical Race Ruins".

The Mechanical Race was already rare, and the high-level Mechanical Race was even rarer. Their relics were no less than legendary miracles to many civilizations, especially those on the technological and mechanical side.

Looking at the varied offers, Song Yang's brain quickly calmed down.

Negotiating prices one by one was too inefficient, and he would definitely sell at a loss.

He decisively took all the listed storage boxes down.

This action instantly caused an uproar in the trading channel's public chat room.

[What's going on? Where are the items? I was just about to bid, and they're gone?]

[Did the seller run away? No way! I already took off my pants, and this is what you show me?]

[Don't rush, us mortals can't understand the moves of a big shot.]

Just as everyone was discussing it, a system announcement was highlighted and pinned in the auction house section of the entire trading platform.

[Seller 'Anonymous' has entrusted the auction house to list a batch of 'Unknown High-Level Mechanical Race Storage Boxes', totaling 137 items. The partition auction will start in ten minutes, highest bidder wins!]

Song Yang looked at the interface after finishing his operations, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Although the auction house would charge a 10% commission on the transaction price, compared to the impending crazy profits, this small fee was completely acceptable.

He wanted to let this group of hungry buyers drive the prices up to the sky themselves!

After finishing all this, he once again cast his gaze toward the dark golden hexahedron in front of him.

Making money was just a side task; the "possession" before him was the top priority concerning the future.

Just the moment he turned his gaze over.

"Click—"

An extremely slight, yet incredibly clear, crisp sound came from inside the huge hexahedron.

That "click" sound seemed exceptionally abrupt in the empty ruin space.

Song Yang's breath stalled for a moment, his entire focus instantly pulled away from the frenzy of the auction house, staring fixedly at the dark golden hexahedron in front.

Making money was certainly important, but his own life was fundamental.

Amidst the crisp mechanical sounds, the dark golden armor on the surface of the huge hexahedron, originally seamless, began to slowly retract and fold inward.

Intricate and precise patterns lit up, with flowing light circulating on them. The entire process was filled with an indescribable sense of technological beauty, silent, yet carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

A hatch, or rather an entrance, was slowly opening before him.

A soft milky white light shone through the gap, not blinding, but rather having a strange sense of tranquility.

Song Yang subconsciously took half a step back, his right hand already gripping the handle of his spear, his body slightly arched, posing in a posture ready to burst back at any moment.

He hadn't forgotten how he was chased around by those robots.

"Don't be nervous."

Zeus's voice sounded.

"The energy reaction of this thing is very stable, with no aggression, at least not for now."

Song Yang did not lower his guard, but his tense muscles relaxed slightly.

He trusted Zeus's judgment.

As the hatch fully opened, the scene inside was completely revealed before his eyes.

It was an internal space that wasn't too large, about a dozen square meters. The four walls were also made of that dark golden metal material, engraved with complex circuits he couldn't understand at all, which were emitting a faint halo.

And in the very center of the space, there was a huge seat.

A tall figure was sitting quietly on that throne.

It was a mechanical creation about two meters tall.

Its body was not a flesh-and-blood structure like a human's, but was pieced together from countless dark silver precision armor plates, full of power and beauty.

What was most eye-catching were the six arms extending from its back and waist.

The structure of each arm was extremely complex, with flexible joints, and the ends were not palms, but weapon modules that could switch forms at any time.

It sat there quietly, its head slightly bowed, as if it had fallen into an eternal slumber.