The last nuclear-battery-powered robot of the apocalypse blasted through the dimensional barrier and fell into the cultivation world, becoming a menial disciple of the Thunder Sect who couldn't even have his spiritual roots tested.
While others had their spiritual roots tested, he checked his battery: five percent.
While others drew qi into their bodies, he drew lightning into his chest: one bar at a time, his charge climbed back up.
While others risked death nine times over to survive their tribulations, he stood beneath the thunderclouds, face tilted up, silently thinking, "Aim carefully. Don't waste it."
And so a rumor spread through the cultivation world:
The Thunder Sect had produced a fearless genius, with divine mastery of thunder arts, a sacred body, perfect recall, and the ability to anticipate his enemies. The fiercer the tribulation clouds, the more fired up he got.
No one knew those were a radar, an alloy body, an internal hard drive, and a combat algorithm.
Even fewer knew that the most nerve-racking moment of this "Immortal Master Lei's" day was when low power made him stutter.
He was afraid of freezing up in front of people and turning into a hunk of metal.
The more people he saved, the less power he had left;
The more convincingly he acted human, the louder the countdown grew.
The first time Third Miss Su held his hand, Lei Jiu had only one thought in his head:
"Don't touch my chest.
Why couldn't the blue light beneath the Thunder Abyss match his frequency?
Why was the blade that had gone unstruck for three thousand years trembling?
And that night, when the tribulation clouds split open and a hand reached out from within them, it wasn't Heaven.
He wasn't a genius.
He was just a robot running out of power, and a group of people who treated him like a person.
