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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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The RC helicopter folded and reshaped with metallic clicks, its six rotor blades snapping into a fan-like cape behind Magic Cube's upgraded robot form—now sleeker but still blue-red with black mechanical accents.

"Now I get why people obsess over Transformers…" Zhang Xiaowen muttered, clutching infant formula and water.

"Aerial mode drains energy. Ground vehicle's better for now," Magic Cube grumbled, retracting its rotor-blade machete after decapitating a hallway zombie. Its new blade—crafted from propeller alloy—gleamed with brutal efficiency.

At the mother's apartment, Magic Cube transformed into a rolling hotplate.

*Thunk.* Zhang Xiaowen plopped a kettle onto the robot's roof. "Boil water. Now."

"First a taxi, now a stove. What's next? A toaster?" Magic Cube's engine hummed indignantly as the kettle hissed to life.

Wang Nan, the gaunt young mother, gaped. "Is…is that toy car *boiling water*?"

"High-tech camping gear." Zhang Xiaowen stirred instant noodles in a soot-stained pot. "Eat. We leave for the mountains tomorrow."

As twilight painted the sky gunmetal gray, Magic Cube multitasked: heating formula, simmering soup, and projecting a subtle "FUEL LOW" warning. Wang Nan fed her baby with trembling hands, tears mixing with steam.

Downstairs, Feng Zhiwen's husky sniffed the air, drooling at the aroma of canned fish wafting through vents.

*Priority update,* Magic Cube mused, calculating ration distribution. *Infant: 30% calories. Dog: 40% calories. Feng Zhiwen: 20% calories. Remaining 10%: emergency battery reserve.*

Zhang Xiaowen ladled noodles into containers. "Deliver these to the girls and…*that guy*. And no snacking!"

"Affirmative," droned the robot, rotor-cape whirring as it levitated toward the balcony. *Humans. Always complicating survival with* feelings.*

**Chapter 55: Kitchen Bot**

Chapter 55: Kitchen Bot