Chapter 92 — Nicole·Egg
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Honestly, this metal egg that had hatched out of a stone egg really was quite bright. It looked a size smaller than before, though it was still about a meter thirty across, its surface a pure silvery white, so smooth it was like a mirror—the polished sphere even gave off the impression of having been precision-ground by industrial machinery. It simply floated there less than half a meter above the ground, and from within the sphere came a voice tinged with a metallic tremor: "I absolutely refuse to accept this name! 'Eggie'—is that even a name? Open your eyes and look carefully, in what way do I resemble an egg? And when exactly did I ever say I was an egg?!"
"We always assumed you were a dragon egg..." Rebecca circled the metal ball like a curious cat, and every so often boldly poked at it with her staff (miraculously, the ball had no reaction to this whatsoever), "but to think that when you hatched out of an egg you were still an egg... and the egg of an egg, isn't that just Eggie?"
The metal sphere vibrated with a buzz, its voice sounding thoroughly exasperated: "You're the one who hatched out an egg! Your whole family's named Eggie! I've always been like this—our entire race is like this once we've grown up!"
Gao Yang strained hard to keep his facial muscles from twitching, forcibly suppressing his collapsing worldview with the cultivation of countless years as a satellite spirit. Struggling to maintain his reason and composure, he attempted to communicate with this metal egg before him: "You just said your whole race? There are many other... creatures like you? What exactly are you... what? Why have I never seen a strange lifeform like you before?"
Whatever this ball was, it was unlikely to be a dragon anymore, but Gao Yang could be certain he had never heard of such a peculiar lifeform existing in this world—if it truly was a lifeform. The form of this metal sphere was utterly different from every living thing in this world. If it truly had evolved naturally upon this land, then it and its kind could not possibly have escaped the notice of these eyes that had hung in the sky for countless years.
Unless it had appeared during one of those periods when Gao Yang had "lost the feed."
The sphere heard Gao Yang's question but was not particularly cooperative: "Now that's getting into my secrets, isn't it? I haven't even decided whether I can trust you barbarians yet—and besides, we absolutely have to settle the matter of my name first. Over my dead body am I going to be called Eggie..."
"Do you have a name of your own?" Hedie asked curiously from the side just then—and that hit the nail on the head.
"A name... hey, right, I should have a name," the metal egg hovered motionless in the air, thinking hard. "Oh geez... forgot it."
Everyone: "..."
Gao Yang: "You can't even remember your own name, so what's the harm in someone else giving you one?!"
The metal ball's tone suddenly turned insufferably smug: "Well, anyway, I'm not called Eggie."
The veins at Gao Yang's temple bulged out again despite himself: "So I suppose I have to call you Saint Nicole·Egg the Boss?"
The metal ball froze for an instant, then actually swayed left and right in great satisfaction: "Oh-ho? Now that's a fine name..."
Gao Yang felt that conversing with this ball was simply burning through his lifespan at triple speed, and he also recalled that there was a mountain of troublesome affairs outside that required his attention. So he shook his head: "All right, in any case, you stay put obediently for one more day. We've just been through a monster attack, and I have a whole pile of follow-up messes to deal with. During that time, I don't want you adding any more trouble to my plate."
The metal egg descended slowly and settled into the pit where it had previously rested: "Yeah, yeah, go do your business. I can't be bothered running around anyway—all that ruckus today nearly wore a ball to death..."