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"Yawn~ I just woke up from a nap..."

Sleep, a concept quite different from "human form," perhaps in order to make themselves appear more like a "human form" rather than a "doll," they have somehow become accustomed to equating this routine repair and maintenance procedure with sleep.

Recalling this worthless information in her mind, the girl said coldly, "The new mission?"

"Ugh, another mission? How annoying..."

On the palm-sized projection screen, an undisguised look of weariness appeared, but this emotion, belonging to a "human form," was equally meaningless.

"Even if there's a mission, the first person I should contact is UMP45. Hehe~ I'll take a nap while I still have some time. Come find me later... Phew..."

She reluctantly disconnected the communication module, having already anticipated this response when she decided to contact G11, but she did it anyway.

--for what?

Turning around, the girl looked at the steel jungle built against the mountains behind her.

Within this place, countless humanoids just like yourself are created and born, given the same modules, equipped with the same weapons, and performing the same missions... and all share the same number: HK416.

Among these tens of thousands of humanoid figures, how am I any different from them?

The girl of the past didn't understand, and she doesn't understand now either, but if anything has really changed, it's probably this "meaningless" repetition.

Just like knowing that formatting unnecessary data would make the battle more efficient but giving up time and time again; being unable to fall asleep like a normal human but pretending to be asleep; knowing that the contact would end like this but still contacting her, through these "meaningless" actions, the girl found the trace that truly belonged to "herself", rather than a uniform and cold "HK416" number.

"I am just me."

Quietly reminding herself, the girl walked toward the area where her other teammate was.

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[Permissions confirmed... Level 4 permissions granted, area development permitted]

[Identity verification... Squad 404, UMP45]

[Accept new task?]

"take over."

When HK416 found his nominal "captain," the latter was giving a subtle smile—a very recognizable smile—as he looked at the agreement projected on the wall.

Sometimes the girl wonders if she is also seeking traces of "herself" in this way, rather than a monotonous "UMP45" number?

"new task?"

Inappropriate thoughts remain in the mind, and it is obviously abnormal to put them into words. Even though the current "Griffin" is no longer the "highest level of authority" it was three years ago and does not strictly prohibit humanoid self-thinking and emotions, it will never be happy to see the "weapon" express its emotions too openly—whether they are good or bad.

"How was your rest, 416?"

"everything is normal."

After the routine greetings, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming task: "Is this it? Yin Long 1 (7) Four Covers (9) Grab Hard, Peel Spirit Fiercely."

Approaching the UMP45, the HK416 quickly downloaded the new task protocol through the port, and its excellent central processing mechanism quickly identified many anomalies in the task.

"An exploration mission?"

To be precise, this was not the first time Squad 404 had carried out such a mission. After all, this planet, which is mostly ocean, still has 30% land. Even if it is only land, Squad 4 is destined to constantly explore new areas and develop new energy sources in order to obtain the various resources that can sustain humanoid operation.

However, since the last gathering place of the Iron Beasts was wiped out half a year ago, there should be no unexplored areas on land. And the sea is obviously not under the jurisdiction of the ground humanoids. So this exploration mission can only have one possibility.

—Exploring another world.

"Although I've heard of this kind of mission from those 'reincarnators' before, this is the first time I've seen it in Griffin."

Despite this, UMP45's smile clearly indicated that he wasn't opposed: "416, do you hate this world?"

"...I don't know, but I definitely don't like it."

No one likes a world that treats "people" as tools, even if that "person" was originally created as a tool.

"This might be your only chance."

Pointing to the specially marked areas on the mission agreement, UMP45's smile grew even brighter: "In this world, it's almost impossible to recover a damaged humanoid, including the 'black box' that stores memory data."

In other words, if it is destroyed in this world, it cannot be stuffed into another "humanoid" with the same module and the same appearance. Instead, it will decay and rot in that strange world over time, achieving true death.

Upon realizing this, HK416's first reaction was not anticipation, but a lingering fear that surprised even herself.

The feedback from her central nervous system clearly told her what this emotion was called—fear.

"It seems you don't like death, 416."

As if she already knew this outcome, UMP45 gently circled the key points marked on the protocol, and the girl knew what her purpose was in doing so.

"...Perhaps the G11 and UMP9 will be different choices."

"No, even you, who hates this world the most, are afraid of the outcome of having your data erased, let alone them. Besides..."

Faintly, I seemed to hear a voice talking to itself: "Hating this world doesn't mean I hate living."

Metal Frenzy: Chapter 252 Infinite Stratos

Unlike previous emergency missions carried out in the intelligent world, this mission was not the type that needed to be completed in a short period of time. Therefore, after receiving the mission, HK416 had plenty of time to prepare for this "exploration of another world".

Compared to humans, the preparation of humanoids is much simpler. At least they only need energy to maintain their activities and weapons and ammunition to attack. They neither need nor can they control anything more. After all, they are just ordinary firearms humanoids with relatively limited modules.

Of course, if one can accumulate a large amount of merit in a short period of time, it is possible to obtain higher-level permissions and replace them with new auxiliary modules, thereby transcending the limitations of firearm dolls. However, such "short period of time" and "large amount of merit" are only relative. At least in the three years since Griffin was established, only a handful of less than two hundred dolls have accomplished this almost "miraculous" achievement.

At first glance, two hundred does seem like a lot, but compared to Griffin's current count of over twenty million androids, it is far from enough. At least HK416 has never come into contact with even one such android, though he has heard quite a few rumors.

Rumors circulate that these androids are no longer under Griffin's command and control, and have left this planet for other worlds; others say that after gaining the power to control their own destiny, they chose to abandon everything and leave this world in the same way they came into it—in layman's terms, data formatting.

HK416 couldn't verify the truth of these rumors, but she believed she couldn't make a second choice, a fact that was undeniably confirmed after receiving the news that she had been completely "dead" after being destroyed in another world.

As for why she felt this "fear of death"... she was still pondering the reasons.

Hey, 416~

The voice recognition module immediately verified the identity of the person behind him. When HK416 turned around, he unsurprisingly saw a face full of energetic smiles. It was also highly recognizable, but unlike UMP45, the humanoid codenamed UMP9 had a genuine smile.

This smile is obviously silly, but it's surprisingly easier to make people like you.

At this moment, the last member of Squad 404 looked at HK416 with curiosity: "Are you preparing for a mission?"

"The weapon module needs to be replaced; this level of power may not be enough this time."

There was nothing to hide, and HK416, realizing this, showed his weapon to the UMP9 in front of him.

Admittedly, this level of firepower is sufficient for the Iron Beasts native to the intelligent world. However, what they are about to enter is a strange world where they don't even know what the enemy is. Rather than the despair that may result from insufficient firepower, HK416 would rather choose the trouble that may result from excessive firepower.

As a teammate who often worked together on missions, UMP9 quickly understood what HK416 meant. After a brief exchange, he hurriedly ran off to prepare, as this mission was different from the ones before...

HK416, once again alert to his own situation, did not spend too much time thinking about "meaningless" events. Instead, he prepared everything that needed to be prepared with his usual high efficiency and arrived at the mission starting point provided by Griffin, where the captain of Squad 404 would give a final explanation and plan for the mission.

"...The basic agreements are all here. Our mission is to conceal our presence as much as possible after entering this world and find information about 'Infinite Stratos', no matter how detailed."

"After finding the intelligence required for the mission, 'Griffin' will issue subsequent mission instructions. Otherwise, all actions are arranged by ourselves."

"Question: Is Squad 404 the only team carrying out this mission?"

UMP45 was clearly prepared for HK416's question, and simply smiled and said, "As far as I know, Griffin has already had 17 teams involved in this mission. It's possible that there are also 'Reincarnators' involved, since based on past experience, the main force in these otherworldly exploration missions has always been those 'Reincarnators'."

"Ask a question."

This time, the questioner is UMP9: "According to the agreement, Griffin is only responsible for the procedure for us to enter this world. How do we return after the mission is completed?"

"According to the agreement, there is a force belonging to 'our side' in this world. After the mission is completed, they will handle our resettlement and resupply."

As for the retreat method in case of mission failure, the four of them tacitly refrained from mentioning it.

"Any questions?"

"Yes~"

The last to ask a question was the drowsy G11, who barely mustered his energy to raise his arm, only to limply lower it again after receiving a response: "I want to know if there are any attack restrictions for this mission."

No, there isn't.

Smiling, he gave this answer: "Any unit can shoot down any dangerous target—including us humanoids."

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The technology of world transfer is clearly beyond the scope of analysis and understanding for humanoids. With the blinding brilliance of the light that quickly faded, when HK416 regained control of his body, the area he was in had changed from the Griffin base, which was full of various signals and detection, to a completely unfamiliar space.

After quickly activating its optical concealment module and crouching low, HK416 adjusted to the unfamiliar environment while communicating with its companions via the communication module: "Is this another world?"

UMP9: It looks no different from the area around Griffin.

G11: I thought it was full of zombies!

UMP45: If they're zombies, that makes things much easier... Watch out for what's above your heads.

HK416, who was about to ask the reason, was taken aback upon hearing this, and then subconsciously looked up.

—The Flying Man.

This was HK416's first concept of the thing after recognizing the humanoid outline, but it was quickly overturned; at least a "human" wouldn't have wings—especially metal wings.

The locking and magnification module in the pupil was quickly activated to its limit, and HK416 soon saw what it was.

“Infinite Stratos…”

The multi-functional spacesuit was originally designed for space activities but was later used as a competitive tool. It is able to float in the air by utilizing theories such as reaction force wings and interference of flowing waves.

Aside from the few pieces of information and some rough pictures provided by Griffin, there wasn't even a single parameter or performance detail recorded. But now it seems that even this meager information contained errors.

At least……

"45, are they competing?"

"If competitions in this world have a death index, then I think it should be."

In the distance, a plane, its fuselage cleaved in two, plummeted through the air, trailing black smoke, followed by a blinding flash of light and a low, deafening explosion.

Our first encounter was marked by this cruel scene.

Metal Frenzy: Chapter 253 Denoa's Invasion

Compared to the imagined difficulties, the members of Squad 404 were surprised to find that the mission was much simpler than expected. At least in the nearly 48 hours since they entered this strange world two nights ago, they have encountered almost no situation that could be described as dangerous... Perhaps what they saw when they first entered two days ago was an exception.

It was against this backdrop of "peace" that Squad 404 quickly gathered intelligence about the mission's objective—Infinite Stratos.

Infinite Stratos, or IS for short, is a single-person armed weapon that integrates multiple functions such as flight, attack, and defense on a single platform.

ISIS first appeared in the world ten years ago. Due to the "White Knight Incident," ISIS's overwhelming capabilities shocked the world. In the end, in order to avoid widespread chaos and unrest, countries united to formulate a treaty restricting the use of ISIS—the "Alaska Treaty."

Under this treaty, ISIS is restricted to non-military uses such as sports, which is why the intelligence received before 404 described ISIS as merely a sporting tool.

However, given the current situation that Team 404 can access, the validity of this "Alaska Treaty" is clearly questionable. At least what they witnessed two days ago clearly went beyond the scope of "competition" and was nothing short of "murder."

In addition, another endpoint regarding IS is the creator of this technology.

"Genius scientist Shinonono Tsukasa...416, do you think it's really possible for humans to develop weaponry that surpasses the entire era solely through their own efforts?"

"I'm more inclined to believe that there's another organization or force behind her that far surpasses the world's average level."

As HK416 organized the weapons needed for the upcoming operation, his tone remained as cold as ever: "Most importantly, even if such a 'genius scientist' really exists, we won't be able to find her."

This wasn't exactly rare intelligence; at least, thanks to the information intrusion methods of Squad 404, they easily found relevant information from a certain IS manufacturing company: the genius scientist Shinobu Tsukasa, the sole creator of IS, had disappeared.

This news forced Squad 404, who had originally planned to obtain IS core information directly from her, to abandon their original plan and start looking for other ways. After two days of searching and confirmation, the IS squad finally found a new target: an IS manufacturer located in this area.

"Denoa, headquartered in France, is the world's third-largest mass-production IS manufacturer."

The world transfer from "Griffin" didn't give them many choices. When the members of Squad 404 realized that they were a million miles away from their original target—the IS Academy in Japan—they had no better option than to honestly follow the principle of proximity when selecting a new target, or rather, risk exposure by crossing the ocean to Japan.

Obviously, none of the members of Squad 404 would be so foolish as to run off without identification and ask to leave the country. So, the only remaining option was Denoa Corporation, which happened to be located near the area where they landed.

"Speaking of which, IS seems to have a rather peculiar mechanism~"

It was G11, who seemed to be doing nothing, who brought up the topic. Compared to the other three who were busy organizing equipment and making plans, G11, who tried to avoid activities as much as possible, obviously had more time to observe and discover this "irrelevant" information: "These weapons seem to be only usable by women."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"At 45, are we considered 'women'?"

"Hmm~ Physiologically speaking, it should be considered human, but internally it probably doesn't even qualify as human, right?"

HK416 responded quite directly, concluding: "Give up on G11."