Ultra and the Super Robots

"Hey, bro. Bro!"

Lying in the park, covered with tattered coats, enjoying the cool autumn breeze, beggars are a common sight on the city's streets. You can see more than five of them just by strolling around the street.

He had hands and feet, but he was unwilling to do low-level work. He didn't do anything for himself and relied on the sympathy of others to survive. He, who was also at the bottom of the society, suddenly got angry and swung his hand at his head.

"Hey! Hurry up and get up! I'll sue you for occupying public property!"

The man finally got up. He stood up gorgeously, holding up his gray coat. It was stained, perhaps because it was too shabby.

Tang Meg stroked her messy hair, looking obviously listless and wanting to find a better place to sleep.

So tired...really so tired.

He blocked out the rumbling of his stomach. Walking down the street, he stood out in his clothes. He walked with grace, his back pointed, and walked normally, except for his status as an underground person.

Unable to stand the dark and damp corners, the smell there was really unpleasant. Maybe finding a bridge hole to sleep under would be an option, but before that, Tang Meg had to collect some waste materials, such as some cardboard, to build her own hut.

If you are lucky, you can find sweaters and clothes that are still usable, or small tools that are still usable, which can enrich your life.

The rich people had enough of these things for him. He came to the bottom of the bridge and started to tidy up. He built a small house with plastic and cardboard to protect him from the wind and rain, covered it with wool and discarded pillows, and Tang Meg could lie down here peacefully.

At noon, after opening the can of pork and using a lighter to build a small table to heat the can, and having a good meal with two suitable branches as chopsticks, Tang Meg finally began to think.

It was as if he had just been acting according to the situation of his own body. Now thinking about it, why was he here?

Once Zhonghei died, he stopped thinking about anything else and used all his strength to kill the enemy. Finally, he woke up in this world.

Why am I here? Could it be that I'm dead?

Perhaps because he didn't win the third resurrection match, he came to a new world just like last time, and here is a new world.

Is it possible to live here? But what about everyone in that world?

Tang Meg can't let go. Sphia, the Destruction Summoner, Gatanjea, and many other enemies threaten the Earth. Can they really win by relying on them alone?

I don’t know. Now Tang Meg pinched her own skin, but the pain didn’t wake her up. Maybe she had really come to another world and could never go back.

"Really? At least it gives me a good identity."

A beggar. His only complete outfit was this. He didn't even have a place to live. This kind of life was something Tang Meg didn't want.

After taking a break after dinner, Tang Meg walked on the city streets again and saw advertisements scrolling on the big screen.

"This is our latest Black King model from Nakel! Better design, better touch, and a majestic and heroic appearance! You can get it for only 998!"

The man, who resembled the boss of Nakel, held a model of King Courage Black and subconsciously called out "Zhonghei"'s name. But in the end, it was just a resemblance. The real King Courage Black was already dead.

Tang Meg put her hands in her torn pockets and continued to explore the city - the new world.

Continuing walking, Tang Meg saw many familiar faces appearing in the city.

"Famous scientist Gao Shanwomu invented anti-gravity equipment, enabling flight demonstrations!"

"Teacher Sawai is providing more help to the suffering children in this world. He is truly the most caring person in the world."

"What!? International actress Camilla and Jedka are starring in a movie with supernova Tsukina!?"

"Sharpshooters Yamanaka and Shinjo are starting the biggest shooting competition tomorrow. Who will be crowned the best sharpshooter?!"

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There were many more, and Tang Meg was already tired of seeing them. Those people seemed fake, and she had not really met them yet, so she walked slowly until she reached the bank.

Don Meg walked in.

There are two security guards at the door. They usually stand there and watch the surroundings. If there is anyone suspicious here, they will follow him and ask him why he is here.

After all, it's a bank, so you can withdraw money normally. However, this isn't automated, but manual. Because the currency used here is a higher level, and the people who come here are all wealthy.

Tang Meg, whose outfit looked very simple, walked in openly. The two security guards noticed that his outfit was not suitable and followed him.

Walking in, I found it was a spacious place, filled with celebrities, some of whom I had never met in person before. People sat at the service window, where the staff would hand over the money to them. This somewhat outdated way of doing business struck Tang Meg as odd.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing here?"

A security guard didn't want to just stare at Tang Meg, so he couldn't help but question him angrily. Tang Meg didn't tolerate rude people, so he naturally fought back:

"What? Are banks also restricting people from coming in? ...Looks a little familiar."

Trying to ignore him, Tang Meg looked at the windows again. The symbols on them reminded her where she had seen this place before.

"This is the base."

The underground base. That was where Tang Meg had spent the most time. Their combat command center was also there.

Unbelievably familiar. This was undoubtedly a superbank remodeled from an underground base. It was also strange, why did this world always have so many connections with me?

"It's him."

A group of security guards followed the man in the tan suit. He had a beard that might have looked handsome if he had shaved it, but his hair was so unfashionable that it didn't suit him.

Tang Meg looked back,

Where did these poor people come from? They are causing trouble here. What a nuisance! Thinking this, he simply adjusted his tie and said, "Sir, this is a formal occasion at Duodebao Bank. If you come here, you should at least dress appropriately. You should go back first..."

"One million yuan!?"

Finally, an old friend appeared before him. Tang Meg was very excited, and a look of joy appeared on his calm face. "Great, if you are here... Is the Earth safe?"

"Is this acting? Why do so many things seem so familiar to me?"

Tang Meg's rationality prevented him from getting too close to him, and he was also prepared that the person in front of him might not be worth a million dollars.

As expected, he didn't try to hide his disgusted look, "I'm Baxter Anbao. Don't call me by the wrong name, it's rude~"

He ordered the security guard behind him, "Drag him out. Looks like he escaped from the mental hospital."

Seeing this, Tang Meg also restrained herself and stopped bothering him too much.

"Okay, don't bother them, I'll go by myself."

After returning to normal, Baxter Anbao did not watch him leave, and Tang Meg also walked out of the bank, came to the street, and continued walking.

It was not until nightfall that he returned to the little nest he had built for himself.