“Phew~”
“Lastly, this.”
Leon let out a long sigh of nervous relief.
With a thought, he attempted to store the upgraded, system-issued Soldier Boy shield into the system inventory.
“It worked!”
In the blink of an eye, the shield vanished from his hands, stored inside the system inventory that only he could access.
Now, Leon fully understood.
As long as the general shape of the equipment wasn’t drastically altered—and perhaps so long as parts of the original remained—upgrading system-issued gear was completely feasible.
This made the system inventory far more versatile and convenient than before.
Leon thought to himself.
Inspiration began pouring into his mind, but he suppressed it for now, climbing onto the Jet Glider to set off for Gulmira to drop in and spread some warmth to the terrorists.
Just then, the system prompt chimed in Leon’s ear.
Only then did he realize a new day had arrived, meaning he could check in again.
[Prompt: Would you like to perform today’s check-in?]
‘System, I don’t ask for much—just drop an Emperor Chariot!’
“Open!”
[Ding!
Today’s check-in complete.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining “Arcee”.]
[Arcee: A female Autobot from Transformers: Prime.
In an alternate timeline, she lost all her cherished Autobot comrades and beloved human partner.
Floating through deep space in a shattered body, her conscious thoughts gradually ground to a halt.
Beneath her cold, detached exterior hides a passionate and tender heart.
Due to her tragic past, she deeply craves a permanent, unyielding partner.
Through the long baptism of time, her Spark underwent a mutation.
Driven by an inner longing, she awakened a triple-changer capability distinct from ordinary Autobots: Motorcycle Mode, Battle Mode, and Partner Mode.]
[Description: Sometimes, you shouldn’t limit your potential partner’s species too strictly.
After all, everyone’s kinks are free, aren’t they?]
[Notes: Arcee is absolutely loyal and will never betray you.
However, due to her past experiences, her emotions may occasionally fluctuate.
You might need to show her a bit more patience.]
“Arcee?”
Leon remembered her as the sole female member of the Autobot team and the undisputed female lead in *Transformers: Prime*.
Tall, responsible, resilient, kind, gorgeous, and badass—she was practically the ideal dream partner for most guys.
Anyone who watched *Transformers: Prime* could hardly help falling for Arcee.
Funny enough, back in his youthful days in his past life, Leon had spent quite a bit of cash on Arcee merch.
But…
She had almost every “tragic, strong, beautiful” trope stacked onto her.
What damn author concocted this backstory?
And stopped thinking?
Seriously?
*Did the system’s check-in reward turn Arcee into a cyber-vegetable?* Worried, Leon summoned Arcee out of the system inventory.
However—
“What the fuck?!”
“This pile of scrap metal is Arcee?!”
Staring at the beat-up motorcycle in front of him—looking like it came straight out of a battle zone, its paint rusted so heavily you couldn’t tell its original color—Leon was dumbfounded.
Damn it, nobody would even buy this as scrap metal.
It was nothing but rust flakes with zero recycling value.
“Arcee?” Leon tried calling out.
*Zzzzt!
Crackle!*
At Leon’s call, Arcee’s single remaining headlight began to flicker.
But after a burst of short-circuiting electrical crackles, that sole remaining light exploded with a loud *pop*.
Arcee seemed to have completely passed away.
“…”
Leon fell silent.
For the first time, he began to suspect if the system was doing this on purpose.
If it was giving a reward, why pull this crap?
At least give him a chance to do first aid!
‘System, say something!’
Leon cried out inwardly.
If possible, he naturally wanted to save Arcee—if only as redemption for the countless lives of hers he’d “extinguished” during his youth.
[Warning: Arcee’s stasis lock static equilibrium has been disrupted.
Her Spark will extinguish in 25 seconds.]
[Hint: If the host wishes to preserve her flame of life, please place her Spark into any motorcycle with sufficient energy before time runs out.]
As the system finished speaking, Arcee’s damaged motorcycle frame began trembling violently, signaling her total collapse.
“Spark?”
“Where the hell is her Spark located?!”
Feeling like a midwife delivering a baby for the first time, Leon fumbled in a panic.
But as soon as his metal-clad hands touched Arcee’s frame, she collapsed into a pile of literal junk with a clatter.
“Uh oh…”
“I’m sorry…”
Just when Leon thought all hope was lost, a spherical energy orb with a blue-purple core and a dim pink outer aura emerged from Arcee’s “corpse.”
The scene was practically identical to Ultron’s birth—not just similar, but a complete dead ringer.
Under Leon’s astonished gaze, Arcee’s mutated Spark didn’t even need outside help. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
It automatically dispersed into a spherical neural network unit and projected through the air toward the nearest motorcycle.
Which happened to be Leon’s ride—the Jet Glider 2.0.
As Arcee’s mutated Spark merged completely, an arc of blue-purple electricity flashed across the Jet Glider’s body.
Immediately after, sleek blue-purple lines were symmetrically added across its originally silver-and-black body.
On the inside of the cockpit, invisible from the outside, soft pink accents were added as a gentle touch.
Now, it should be called Jet Glider 3.0.
No, Jet Glider Arcee.
Excited heart, trembling hands.
Just as Leon was about to greet the reborn Arcee, he heard JARVIS’s slightly aggrieved voice coming through his Bluetooth earpiece.
“Master Leon, I have been kicked out of the Jet Glider’s vehicle system by an unfamiliar AI.”
“Should I report this to Mr.
Stark?”
“No, no!”
“The AI that kicked you out is my doing.
Don’t tell Tony yet—I want to give him a big shock…
I mean, surprise!” Leon said excitedly.
“Very well…”
Because Leon was so excited, he didn’t notice JARVIS’s subtle melancholy: *But I was here first…*
“Hey, Arcee, Partner Mode,” Leon commanded.
“Command error.”
“Huh?”
“Then…
Battle Mode?”
“Command accepted.
Transforming to Battle Mode.”
A mature, emotionally flat voice sounded from inside Arcee’s body.
Hearing it a second time, Leon finally felt something was off.
Why did Arcee’s voice sound even more AI than JARVIS, an actual AI?
*No way…* Leon had an ominous feeling.
Accompanied by mechanical clangs and whirs, Arcee quickly demonstrated Cybertron’s famous dark technology right before Leon’s eyes—Cybertronian compression technology.
From a standard-sized motorcycle, defying all scientific logic, she transformed into a tall female Transformer warrior with long legs, a slender waist, a tapered face, and standing five meters tall.
Resembling a scaled-up female suit of Iron Man armor, or perhaps like Gipsy Avenger, the medium Arc Reactor serving as the Jet Glider’s power source was embedded right in the center of Arcee’s chest, acting as her heart.
Because the indoor helipad wasn’t high enough, she had to drop to one knee in front of Leon.
“Hello, Arcee.
I’m your new partner, Leon.”
Since any logical inconsistencies were ironed out by the system, Leon called Arcee by her name without hesitation and reached out a friendly hand.
“Hello, Leon.
I am the Jet Glider, codename Arcee.
It is an honor to serve you.”