I can't afford to keep this Gold Swallowing Beast anymore

"Iron Plate?"

"Bro?"

"Old Iron?"

"Since you're on the job, why not come out and chat a bit?"

Silence—

Stillness—

Dead silence—

"Hehe…" Ji You gave an awkward smile, paused for a moment, and said: "—Golden Finger bro, since you don't like to chat, that's fine, but could you come out for a bit… Just so we can meet and greet, get to know each other a little, huh?"

The dark starlight sprinkled down from the rooftop, the room was vast and utterly quiet.

Ji You raised her hand to rub between her eyebrows.

As expected—

No chance.

Trying to get this Iron Plate bro to talk, seems like there's no chance.

At the same time, Ji You vaguely felt that the Iron Plate was just an object without consciousness, not the systems, artificial intelligences, or spirit devices... that she imagined from novels.

Maybe—

It's just an inanimate object.

But—

If it's an inanimate object, why did the Iron Plate actively save her?

That doesn't make sense!

Also—