A B-Grade Spy Camera, Yet I Became a Legend in Another World

Coming Soon Outwardly warm but inwardly cold, a fake-cute, tireless undercover camera robot gong × an AI-hating, abyssal heir with the strongest combat power, who never second-guesses himself and has the ultimate confidence, shou Narrated in third person In the year 3080 of the Star Era, I, a defective robot, was forced to pose as an alien undercover camera and infiltrate the sinful abyss to document the aliens' lives. The aliens are vicious and cruel. Their true forms are mud, tentacles, or plants. The powerful ones usually take human form, revealing their true shapes to their partners only when they're weak or in heat. Among the aliens, who worship strength above all else, my steel body gives me an absurdly large health bar. Miasma can't affect me, and no one can kill me. My built-in next-generation engine gives me incredible stamina. By using miasma as an energy source, I bring hope to the abyss. In the abyssal culture, the red-eyed god descends, devours miasma, and cannot be defeated. Who would know I eat miasma because I'm “hungry”? As for why my eyes glow red... Of course it's because I'm out of power. * I'm just an ordinary defective robot disguised as a low-ranking alien, but almost all the aliens have unexpectedly become my followers, except for one person---- The heir Aslan, nicknamed the God of Slaughter. His true form is unknown. His blond hair stands out against the darkness of the abyss, and his dark red eyes are bloodthirsty and terrifying. He feels inexplicably hostile toward me. Until one day, he accidentally ate a fruit that enables a person to reproduce asexually. In this cruel place, being heavily pregnant clearly isn't suitable for a king. A robot's excellent stamina can crush the seed... He has no choice but to come to me. * In a narrow, pitch-dark space, a laser knife presses against my neck. “You've got an engine in there, don't you...” His voice is as icy as frost. His dark red eyes are unfathomable. He hooks an arm around my neck, takes my hand, and places it on his abs, breathing hotly. “Crush it...” Of course, I... Refuse. In a businesslike tone, I say, “Mr. Aslan, as an undercover camera, my first principle is never to interfere with alien reproduction. You...” He pulls out a chip and shoves it in my face. “March, the count of District A; April, the leader of District B. You killed them, didn't you... And...” “Crunch.” The chip is bitten to pieces. The heir, the God of Slaughter, is gagged and pinned to the wall. Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, and his uniform is scraped against the rock. The alien's outer form falls away, revealing live electrical wires. The current touches the skin and spreads. “My lord, as you wish...” The merciless mechanical voice says, “Accepting the command: I will crush you.” The engine is set to a frequency even an alien can't withstand... The seed buried deep within him is crushed, and the lofty heir actually begs for mercy... * He orders a raid. #But he doesn't know that after I crushed the original seed, I secretly planted a new one. Their interactions, basically: Aslan: “Faster.” Saint: “But, Your Highness Aslan, you'll die if we go that fast.” “Quit talking nonsense. Fuck me to death if you have what it takes.” Aslan sneers. “You worthless little thing.” Inspired by an undercover camera in a documentary, 2024.2.3 Theme: To be decided