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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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Of course! The more survivors, the better. Stay ready—we leave tomorrow at dawn." Zhang Xiaowen's maternal instincts flared at the mention of an infant. Magic Cube swore it saw a halo glowing above her head.

"You're a saint," Feng Zhiwen mumbled, ruffling his bird's nest hair. Beside him, Feng Xiao'er grinned like a furry gremlin.

After securing the infant formula, they paused at an open apartment door. Magic Cube froze, sensors locking onto the room.

"What're you doing?" Zhang Xiaowen followed,奶粉 and water in tow.

The apartment was a shrine to flight—model planes hung from ceilings, fighter jet posters plastered walls, and a half-meter-long RC helicopter dominated the TV stand. Crimson paint gleamed under Magic Cube's scanning beams.

*Clank-clank-whirr!* Gears shifted as the robot's body folded, compressed, and reconfigured. Propeller blades snapped into place—six in total, polished steel glinting lethally. Tail rotors whirred to life. In 20 seconds, Magic Cube morphed into a sleek hybrid of toy and war machine: midnight-blue chassis streaked with crimson flames, landing gear sharp as talons.

"Whoa…!" Zhang Xiaowen's eyes sparkled like a kid at Christmas.

The hex-blade rotors spun, whipping air into a miniature cyclone. Magic Cube hovered unsteadily at first, then stabilized—a humming metallic dragonfly. After a test flight around the room, it landed with a *thunk*.

"Fuel efficiency: terrible. But aerial recon? Priceless."

Zhang Xiaowen fist-pumped. "Next stop: helicopter parenting!"

The husky, sniffing the rotor blades, sneezed confetti from its nostrils.

*Priorities,* Magic Cube mused. *First, save the baby. Then, teach this mutt to salute.*

**Chapter 54: Transformable RC Helicopter**

Chapter 54: Transformable RC Helicopter