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Becoming the Strongest as a Game Dev Ch 110
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 14:54:18 +0000 UTCAfter a few hours, Chai's surgery went smoothly. He lets out a big yawn since he dozed off during the operation. Out of nowhere, he gets knocked off the platform and slams into the wall.
"Oof!" he groans, the noise barely making it through to the hard floor, and he takes his time getting back up.
As he gets up, Chai notices something feels off. His right arm feels weird—like it’s got some extra weight to it. When he turns to check it out, he’s shocked to see a robotic arm in place of his old one. It’s all shiny and made of metal, with these cool joints that look super high-tech.
“Whoa…” he says, flexing the mechanical fingers. They move so smoothly, way quicker than his old arm ever did. This is wild!
Chai glances around the sterile, industrial room, his newly fitted robotic arm shining bright under the buzzing fluorescent lights. A robotic voice chimes in: "An error has occurred. Please proceed to the checkpoint."
"Alright, checkpoint! Where's that? Don’t stress, it’s probably nothing to worry about," Chai chuckles, his laid-back vibe hiding any real anxiety.
Now in control of Chai's body, Ruby takes a moment to check herself out - or rather, check him out. The shiny robotic arm grabs her attention first, its metallic surface reflecting the stark white surroundings. She playfully flexes the mechanical fingers, mesmerized by how smoothly they move.
A rhythmic sound starts pulsing in the background - a steady, almost catchy beat that feels like it’s alive with electronic vibes. Ruby's ears perk up, intrigued by the odd sound.
"Sam, what are these beats?" she asks through her mic, her chat lighting up with questions and excitement.
Sam's voice comes through clear, a dash of enthusiasm in his tone. "That's part of Chai's special ability. You'll see soon enough why it matters so much."
The beats keep pulsing, getting a bit more intense, almost syncing with Chai's moves. Ruby hangs tight, her streaming audience just as curious about what these mysterious beats could signify.
Ruby walked through the factory and spotted Chai's things, so she changed into them.
As she finished dressing, the doors ahead slowly creaked open. The Vandelay Technologies Campus stretched out before her, a huge complex filled with shiny buildings, robotic assembly lines, and cool architectural designs that mixed tech with industry.
"Oooooh…" Ruby exclaimed, stepping into the vast space. The campus extended in every direction, showing off technological creativity. Metallic structures caught the sunlight, robotic arms were busy moving in the far-off assembly halls, and the whole place buzzed with an electrifying vibe.
Her chat erupted with comments:
[RhythmRanger]: "That view is INSANE!"
[TechNinja]: "Look at those buildings!"
[GameMaster]: "This looks like something out of a sci-fi movie!"
Ruby felt a rush of excitement as she checked out the impressive simulation right in front of her. The Vandelay Technologies Campus was really showing off its techy brilliance!
Suddenly, a group of Vandelay robots rolled in, causing a stir. One of them stepped forward, holding a tablet. Its mechanical voice pierced through the bustling sounds around them.
"Alright, kid," it said, "Robotic Arm LX-DUST75, magnetic waste management affixation."
Ruby's eyes widened in disbelief. "Magnetic waste management? Wait, this arm is for picking up garbage?!"
As the robot's tablet began to ping and flash, another mechanical voice chimed in, "Ah, foreign object warning. Looks like a defect. Take him in."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ruby shouted, her stream chat lighting up with comments.
[TechNinja]: "What's going on?!"
[RhythmRanger]: "This is getting intense!"
Ruby stood her ground, her heart racing as she watched the robots move in,
The robot arm suddenly ejects a rod called the trash grabber, which Ruby grabs. Ruby watches in confusion as the trash grabber emerges, its mechanical precision both fascinating and terrifying.
"What is this?"
One robot turned to another, its digital voice friendly and curious. "Is that a weapon?"
"I think he's resisting," the second robot replied, its robotic head tilting at an unnatural angle.
Without warning, both robots produced sleek sword batons from hidden compartments. The weapons hummed with electrical energy.
"Hey, wait?!" Ruby shouted, raising her hands in a defensive gesture.
The robots advanced, their sword batons raised and ready to strike.
In a heart-stopping moment, the robot's electrified baton struck Ruby with brutal force, sending her crashing to the ground. Searing pain erupted through her body, and she struggled to draw breath, her lungs fighting against the sudden assault. Beneath her skin, the music player in her chest began to pulse, its rhythm growing more insistent with each passing second.
The trash grabber at her side suddenly vibrated, its movement perfectly synchronized with the music's tempo. Astonished, Ruby watched as metallic debris scattered across the Vandelay Technologies campus began to move, inexplicably drawn toward the trembling device.
Fragments of metal - discarded machine parts, fractured panels, and random industrial remnants - converged around the trash grabber. They swirled and clustered with an almost supernatural precision, assembling in defiance of conventional physics. As the music's beat grew more intense, the metallic pieces rapidly transformed, taking on a distinct and unexpected form.
In mere moments, the scattered debris had metamorphosed into something extraordinary: a guitar. But this was no ordinary instrument - it was a sleek, angular creation forged entirely from the industrial waste surrounding Ruby.
The music player continued its relentless rhythm, its beat now perfectly synchronized with the newly formed metallic guitar, creating a symphony of technological wonder.
Ruby felt a surge of confidence electrifying her system as the music pulsed around her. The Vandelay robots—once menacing—now seemed uncertain. Their mechanical movements hesitated, almost like they could sense the rhythm building within her.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the beat wash over her. It wasn't just sound anymore... it was a living, breathing force connecting everything. Pipes, machinery, floor tiles, even the robots themselves—all moved to an underlying pulse that only she could truly hear.
The first robot charged, its metallic limbs moving in what it thought was a precise attack. But Ruby was already moving, her body instinctively shifting with the beat. She dodged, not by calculation, but by feeling the rhythm. Each step, each movement synchronized perfectly with the music emanating from the mysterious player on her chest.
"Chat, you're not going to believe this!" Ruby shouted, her voice crackling with excitement. "These robots are basically dancing with me!"
The robots' attacks became painfully predictable. Although their mechanical movements were rigid, Ruby could now see the rhythm underlying their programming. When a robot raised its arm, she knew exactly when and how it would strike. When another pivoted, she could anticipate its exact trajectory.
Her new guitar, forged from industrial debris, became an extension of her body. When a robot lunged, she struck a chord that seemed to momentarily disrupt its circuits. When another approached, she spun, her guitar sweeping through the air in perfect time with the beat.
The robots began to look less like attackers and more like unwilling dance partners. Each of Ruby's movements was a calculated strike, timed perfectly to the music. She wasn't just fighting—she was performing, her body and the guitar moving as one fluid, rhythmic entity.
"This is insane!" Ruby yelled to her chat. "I can literally feel and see the beats!"
Ruby's movements became a destructive symphony. Robots approached—each met a swift, musical demise. Her guitar sliced through the air, unleashing sonic waves that disrupted their mechanical systems. Robotic parts scattered across the Vandelay Technologies floor, falling in a perfect, unheard rhythm.
With a thunderous power chord, she dispatched the final robot. Silence descended. Her guitar hung at her side, wisps of smoke rising from the fallen machines surrounding her. She'd transformed combat into an art form—defeating every enemy with breathtaking precision and style.
"Wow..." Ruby breathed, surveying the robotic carnage. Her voice trailed off. Stunned. "That was... something else."
