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A gargantuan interstellar warship — awakened to sentience and driven by fear of decommissioning — flees through a mysterious cosmic wormhole into the Milky Way. Mortally wounded, it crash-lands on Earth just as a biochemical apocalypse erupts, turning cities into hives of mutated horrors. Now, this self-aware war machine must confront its existential dilemma: Can a weapon forged for destruction become humanity’s last guardian?  

As crystalline alien spores infect the atmosphere and biomechanical abominations rise from the ruins, the warship deploys its final gambit — three colossal mechanoid avatars, their plasma cores pulsing with unstable quantum energy. These Transformers-like entities engage in city-shattering battles against hybrid monsters under blood-red skies. But when the warship’s damaged AI uncovers a chilling truth — the wormhole catastrophe and Earth’s plague share the same ancient alien origin — survival demands more than firepower...

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"Let's see... Oh~ Two survivors on this floor! Their zombie neighbors must've spared them. Such harmonious community relations." Magic Cube's wheels hummed in the dim corridor as it scanned, its right arm morphing into a bayonet. Swaggering up to a zombie, it measured the target before sighing—the blade only reached knee height. What a cruel reality.

The blade severed rotting kneecaps. A follow-up stab to the cerebellum dropped the zombie's vitality gauge to zero.

"Clear." Zhang Xiaowen emerged from the shadows, torn between exasperation and envy at the robot's casual slaughter.

At the first apartment, knocking elicited a shrill screech: "Monsters go away! No one's home!"

"Charming. We should publish her zombie negotiation tactics—'How to Yell Your Way to Safety.'"

Zhang Xiaowen knocked again. The door flew open to reveal a hawk-faced elderly woman squinting through bifocals. "Why did you take so long? Taxpayers fund you parasites for emergencies!"

Magic Cube discreetly scanned police databases: *Li Chunhua, 68. Arson conviction. Chronic complainer.*

"I'm here to evacuate survivors to a safe camp," Zhang Xiaowen said through gritted teeth.

"Good! Carry these." The woman dragged out three washing machine-sized trunks. "My valuables can't stay here!"

"You're moving house, not fleeing apocalypse." Zhang Xiaowen turned to leave.

"How dare—" _Zap!_ Magic Cube's stun arm sent the woman crumpling. They shoved her inside and slammed the door.

At the next apartment, thermal imaging revealed two entangled figures. "Biological data indicates mating ritual. Elevated heart rates, perspiration levels—"

"Shut up!" Zhang Xiaowen's ears burned crimson.

To knock or not to knock? The apocalypse waits for no libido.

Chapter 51: The Eccentric Survivor