Transformers: Leader's Proof - Fragile, but Hard to Kill

Chapter 217 "Social Skills"

The desire to live overcame the disgust for the dish, but the moment the part touched the mouth and tongue, the brain module still recalled the colleague's miserable state.

The fuel tank was churning violently, and he instinctively gagged, but he managed to stop himself. In the instant he closed his eyes, he mentally prepared himself to go all out and swallowed his colleague's part almost without chewing.

Then came an even more severe back-to-fuel reaction, where the "food" that was about to surge up from the throat was forcibly suppressed by the desire to live.

I can't spit it out—I can't spit it out...

The unidentified Decepticon prisoner covered his mouth and turned his head away, trying hard to suppress the urge to vomit, but he managed to do so.

Even after swallowing it completely, I still couldn't stop trembling and felt like gagging.

But he knew he absolutely could not do that.

So he did the right thing, choosing a path that might allow him to survive temporarily.

Rosa continued to smile as she watched his expression. His trembling and suppressed gagging made it seem as if he was just shaking.

Rosa was waiting for him to throw up, so she could use his bad cooking as an excuse to move on to the next step.

As for why not just move on to the next step? Don't you find it amusing that he looked so disgusted and repulsed just now, yet still forced himself to eat a bite of "food"?

Rosa checked the time; almost 20 minutes had passed. If the other person didn't finish... then she would have to—

Fortunately, the other person also submitted his meal on time. However... he seemed to have a low tolerance for stress, as he hesitated a lot while cutting the parts, gagging before each cut, which made him very slow.

So far, what he has presented is just a bunch of ordinary parts, without being drizzled with high-purity or other sauces like the other one.

Rosa took a bite of the energy source that was inside the part, just like before. However, during this process, the second "chef" couldn't hold back anymore and put the "food" aside, only spitting out a little bit of liquid from the conversion furnace.

But since he threw up, it means he felt that his cooking was not good, right?

"You think your machine is bad?" Rosa sat on the bar, leaned slightly forward, looked at the Decepticon lying on the ground retching, slowly jumped down, and walked over on the broken glass from before.

"Crack...crash," the shattered glass was stepped on and shattered a second time. Rosa walked over and reached out her claws to grab his head.

Upon seeing that beautiful mask, the Decepticon paused for a moment, and its gagging symptoms eased slightly. Then, Rosa turned and waved to another Decepticon.

"Dissect each other, and the other person must be alive after the dissection. The time limit is 15 minutes." After saying that, she grabbed the other person and dragged him over.

The Decepticon in her hands was already screaming in terror. It wasn't until it was dragged to the two machines and released that it, having lost its mind, ran in a panic toward the closed restaurant door.

Ignoring the countless handprints stained with energy on the door and the countless energy particles splashing on the door panel, he pounded on it with all his might until Rosa took a step out, making a clattering sound.

Hearing the sound, the Decepticon pulled out the knife stuck in the door crack, held it in his hand, and looked back at the female robot in terror.

Suddenly, his red optical lens flashed blue, and a female voice said "Callback ping," followed by a sharp pain in his brain module, as if it were about to explode.

"Aaaaaaah!" The Decepticon clutched its head and rolled on the ground, its sharp knife too painful to hold, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's body began to convulse violently, and then an extremely bizarre scene appeared. Despite its entire body struggling violently, its hands suddenly rose high and were held up very steadily, creating a huge contrast with the violently struggling body.

In the end, only his mask and optical mirror could move; his entire body was under control, and he walked forward with very steady steps.

But his expression was one of utter terror, all of which indicated that he had become a "puppet" whose body was being manipulated.

Another Decepticon's condensate was flowing directly. He was glad he made the right choice, choosing to "play" with the other party, choosing to calm down, and even challenging his core limits.

For example, eating one's own kind...

Thinking of this, the Decepticon once again suppressed a gag reflex, watching as another Decepticon prisoner was dragged in front of it by the "Wraith"...

In stark contrast to the perfectly stable body was the terrified mask. The overly expressive face on such a stable body seemed about to burst out of its shell and release its "soul".

Rosa slowly approached the controlled Decepticon prisoner, handed him the dagger he had just brought for defense, and then slowly left.

Dissecting each other—only that ghost could come up with such a thing. But what he didn't expect was that in the instant he wanted to back down, he also heard that phrase: "—Callback ping."

In his view, it was like a ghostly spell, and later he even found that he couldn't move his hands and feet.

He too became a "puppet," feeling utterly hopeless as they cut off each other's legs with their knives.

Does it hurt? It definitely hurts. No matter how ferocious his expression was, no matter how many senses his internal system responded to, his hand remained firmly still, continuing to dismember his colleague's leg in front of him.

And he sat in front of himself, dismembering himself.

He didn't know what he had gone through. During the process, he fainted from the pain, while the Decepticon on the other side had already fainted from fright.

Good, at least we won't have to go through what happened next. What's even more horrifying is that when the Decepticon who had fainted from the pain woke up, he saw his legs, which had already been bandaged and were severed.

He was in the kitchen, and when he checked the time, he realized he had only been unconscious for half an hour.

In front of him was a cup of energy liquid and some energy crystals, with a note next to him: Eat him.

This was still the ghost's order, absolutely. He hesitated, looked at the seemingly normal "food," picked up the energy drink, and took a sip. But the moment he swallowed, he realized something was wrong.

What flavoring is in this energy drink? Why does it taste so similar to...?

Before he could think it through, the door opened. In a panic, he quickly stuffed everything into his mouth and ate it, determined not to disobey the ghost's orders.

Rosa walked in with a smile, and seeing that the "seasoning" used to fill the fuel tank had all been consumed, she nodded with great satisfaction.