"Earth is terrifying. I suddenly want to go home."
Jazz touched the energy core in his chest. Warriors did not fear death, but when faced with Luke's overwhelming power, he was genuinely afraid.
That had been Megatron.
A dignified leader, an existence who had led the Decepticons to defeat the Autobots and drive them off Cybertron.
Such a terrifying powerhouse had been killed instantly, just like that.
In other words, if Luke wished, he could just as easily kill the Autobots in an instant.
"Optimus Prime, are you really sure you want to stay on Earth? Even someone as powerful as Luke says it's dangerous here. Can we… really survive?"
Ratchet spoke in confusion. Optimus Prime shook his head. "Aside from Earth, where else can we go?"
"At least here, we are not special…"
If they went to another planet, what if they were rejected or exiled by other civilizations because their race and identity were too unusual?
But on Earth, it was different.
If the Transformers were considered special, then what was Luke?
If an existence as extraordinary as Luke could live on Earth, why couldn't the Autobots?
Ratchet thought for a moment. "What about Venus or Mars? Those places are desolate, but they might be safer than Earth."
Optimus Prime's spark stirred. That actually sounded like a reasonable idea.
The only problem was that they were severely lacking in energy.
"Optimus Prime!" Luke suddenly called out.
"I'm here!" Optimus Prime immediately straightened and responded.
"I just remembered something. Now that Megatron is dead, will the other Decepticons still come to Earth?"
Luke was actually worried that he might have gone a little too far, scaring the Decepticons into treating Earth as forbidden territory and stopping their incursions altogether. If that happened, how was he supposed to accumulate Anomaly Points?
Optimus Prime was stunned. "Wouldn't it be a good thing if they didn't come?"
Luke shook his head without offering an explanation.
I remember that the Decepticons' true leader, The Fallen, is on Mars. Well, in a merged universe it's hard to say, but there is definitely such an existence.
As long as The Fallen is still around, we don't need to worry about the Decepticons not coming back.
After all, the AllSpark and the last Star Harvester are both right here.
Thinking this through, Luke relaxed.
Only Decepticons who came were good Decepticons.
It would be even better if Cybertron itself were teleported over.
He just wondered whether Cybertron could be designated as an anomalous target by the golden finger.
Luke snapped his fingers.
Mirror New York shattered like glass, revealing the real New York beneath it.
Optimus Prime hesitated, then called out to Luke. "Luke, do you think we could go live on Venus, or Mars?"
Luke stopped walking, recalled everything he had seen before, and shook his head. "You should give up on that idea."
"Why?"
Optimus Prime was confused. Had those planets already been claimed?
Earthlings couldn't possibly be that powerful.
Luke said seriously, "I can tell you very clearly that the eight major planets are very likely already occupied."
"If you think you can defeat something like Godzilla, then you're welcome to try."
Luke remembered clearly that the ultra-powerful Titan Beast, the legendary Ghidorah—which had consecutively defeated Rodan, Mothra, Godzilla, and Kong in the Monster universe—was an invasive species from Venus.
Although Ghidorah had come to Earth, who could say there wasn't a second Ghidorah still on Venus?
That was a King Titan who had utterly overwhelmed even a normal Godzilla.
If Mothra hadn't sacrificed herself to grant Godzilla the Burning form, Ghidorah would have become the final King of the Monsters.
It wasn't that Luke looked down on Optimus Prime and the others.
In front of Ghidorah, they truly stood no chance.
As for Titan, Saturn's moon, it was the homeworld of Thanos, a branch of the Eternals.
Although Titan had already been destroyed, Thanos frequently returned there to visit his homeworld.
If the Transformers dared to go there, their heads would be smashed flat.
Optimus Prime and the others exchanged glances.
Wait… was the Solar System really that terrifying?
Cybertron had once been a dominant force in the universe, so why was it that now, after arriving in this Solar System, anyone could step all over them?
Was this reasonable?
Luke ignored the stunned Optimus Prime and the others.
He turned around and went back home.
Later, when the night grew deep and quiet, a woman in a long red dress knocked on the door.
This time, Ada Wong was not wearing a red qipao, but a long red cotton dress.
Even so, it still perfectly accentuated her alluring figure.
"Do you know why I asked you to come?"
Luke sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.
Ada Wong bit her lip. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come here to test you."
"It's good that you know you were wrong."
Luke nodded, then frowned slightly. "Since you know you were wrong, why are you still standing there like a statue?"
"Don't you know you're supposed to show your cleavage when apologizing, to prove your sincerity?"
"Huh?"
Ada Wong truly didn't know. She had never heard of such a thing.
"You must have seen that in a movie, right?"
But Ada Wong knew she was in the wrong.
Thinking of Luke's terrifying power, she closed her eyes and slowly began to move.
Her fingers found the thin straps of her red dress, sliding them down her shoulders with deliberate grace.
The fabric whispered over her skin as it slipped lower, pooling at her waist before she gave a small shimmy and let it fall to the floor in a soft crimson heap.
She stood there in nothing but black lace lingerie that looked painted on.
The bra was sheer, barely containing the full, high swell of her breasts—red nipples already stiff and visible through the delicate mesh.
Her waist was narrow, carved in like an hourglass, flaring out to hips that curved dangerously. The matching black thong cut high on her thighs, framing the firm, rounded perfection of her ass—tight and toned from years of running rooftops and kicking down doors.
"Go on.." Luke quirked an eyebrow.
When she turned slightly, uncertain, the dim light traced the sleek lines of her back: smooth skin over lean muscle, shoulders strong yet elegant, tapering down to that impossibly narrow waist. Every inch of her screamed lethal sensuality.
Luke's gaze dragged over her slowly, possessively, like he was memorizing every curve. He didn't smile—just watched with that quiet, predatory intensity that made her pulse stutter.
"Better," he said, voice low and amused, but edged with something darker. "Now turn around. Slowly."
Ada swallowed, cheeks warming despite herself. She was Ada Wong—a spy, an assassin—but under those eyes she felt suddenly small. Timid. Exposed in a way no mission had ever managed.
She turned, letting him see the full view: the way the thong disappeared between the firm globes of her ass, the subtle flex of her back muscles as she shifted her weight, the long legs in sheer black stockings that made her look even taller, more untouchable.
Yet she didn't feel untouchable now.
Luke leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head tilted. "You came here to play games with me, Ada. Thought you could slip in, take what you wanted, disappear like smoke." His tone was almost playful, but the quiet menace beneath it made her breath catch. "Big mistake."
He crooked a finger. "Come here."
Ada stepped forward until she stood between his spread legs. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. Close enough to see the faint, dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Luke reached out, slow enough that she could have moved away—but she didn't. His fingers brushed the edge of her bra, tracing the lace, then slipped beneath to cup one full breast. His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, teasing it harder.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat.
"Sensitive," he murmured, voice velvet and steel. "Good."
He pinched—light at first, then sharper—and her hips jerked forward without permission. Luke chuckled, dark and low.
"On your knees, Ada."
The command was quiet, but it landed like a physical push. She sank down slowly, knees parting on the carpet, hands resting on her thighs. Looking up at him, she saw the shift: playful dominance laced with that terrifying calm that reminded her exactly who she was dealing with.
Luke leaned back, spreading his thighs wider, eyes never leaving hers.
"Show me how sorry you really are."
Ada's fingers trembled—just slightly—as she reached for his belt. The sound of the buckle was loud in the silent room. She freed him slowly, breath catching at the sight of how hard he already was, thick and heavy in her hand.
She leaned in, lips parting, and took him in.
"Sss.. yes.." Luke's hand slid into her short black hair—not guiding yet, just resting there, a reminder of control.
His other hand traced her jaw, thumb brushing her stretched lips as she worked him deeper.
"That's it," he said softly, voice roughening. "Take every inch like you mean it."
Ada moaned around him, the vibration drawing a low hiss from Luke. She moved faster, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, letting him hit the back of her throat until tears pricked her eyes.
Only then did his grip tighten in her hair—controlling the pace, using her mouth exactly how he wanted. Not cruel, but relentless. Possessive.
When he finally pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips were swollen, eyes glassy, chest heaving.
Luke looked down at her—flushed, kneeling, utterly undone—and smiled for the first time. Slow. Dangerous.
"Heh~ We're just getting started, beautiful."
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