Martial God Reborn As A Robot

The dim light of the heavenly chamber flickered from candles, casting shadows over the marbled floor where Emma straddled Tuckdore’s hips.

Her thighs gripped his sides firmly as she rode him with a fierce rhythm.

Tuckdore’s hands roamed up her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as he bucked upward, meeting her descent with a deep groan.

Moaning, she leaned forward suddenly. Her breath was hot against his neck, but something in the shift of her weight felt off.

Tuckdore’s instincts flared; the heat of passion twisted into something colder than the depths.

'Who sent you?' he asked quietly, his voice low but edged with steel.

The candle flames trembled.

For a heartbeat, she froze.

“What are you talking about, darling?” Emma’s lips curled into a sly smile, but her hand moved like lightning.

A blade slipped between his ribs, angled with a sickening precision to pierce his heart.

Blood welled instantly, hot and sticky.

Tuckdore gasped, as his heart was corrupted by something unearthly.

“Immortal Blight. Just one drop can rot all the oceans in the world. The only poison in existence that can kill gods.” She twisted the knife slightly, ensuring the wound bit deep, her soft folds still clenching around his now-still shaft as life ebbed from him.

Tuckdore’s body jerked, but his hand shot out like lightning, grabbing her wrist mid-withdrawal, startling her.

But strength was robbed from his hand. Blood leaked out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

With everything he got, Tuckdore went for one final thrust with his hips.

“Mnngggh~!” Emma felt a burning sensation spread from her uterus, numbing her limbs, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“N-No!” The dagger slipped from her weakening fingers, clattering to the floor, as her vision darkened.

She never expected the poison to enter her body through Tuckdore’s manhood.

She collapsed forward onto his chest, her heart stuttering to a halt just as Tuckdore’s did, their bodies entwined in a final, fatal embrace, blood and venom mingling in the ruins of their passion.

Tuckdore coughed blood, which was now bubbling black.

“To think I, the martial god who rules over thousands of worlds, dies like this…”

Darkness swallowed Tuckdore.

Then there was silence.

Fragments of something strange crashed into his consciousness like waves made of light.

“A white light? That’s the lowest form of consciousness.”

“Where should I install this core then?”

“We can’t waste a high-grade unit for this level of consciousness. Just put it in an X-grade robot.”

“Okay, sir.”

Tuckdore could hear voices. He couldn’t see anything yet.

Moments passed, and then his eyes were able to finally flicker with light.

He could see two lab workers operating on him.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t.

All he could do was watch.

His hand moved, but it wasn’t because he wanted to.

His leg raised. Again, it wasn’t his intention.

His mouth opened and stayed open.

The workers were checking the insides of his mouth.

He couldn’t believe that he was in such a helpless situation.

“Installation complete,” one of the workers said. “Go to base X and await further orders.”

Tuckdore’s body moved on its own and walked out of the room.

Along the way, he saw humanoid robots walking around.

When he was walking past the mirror, he turned his head and saw himself in the mirror.

He looked completely different from what he expected.

He did have a human face, but it looked artificial. He did not have any flesh on his body. It just looked like flesh. There was no warmth that he could feel coming from himself or any of those robots around him.

“What have I become?”

He stopped by Base X. The doors opened on their own. He entered the base and stood at the end of the lines of many robots that looked just like him, with minor differences here and there.

“What is this nightmare? Did someone put a demonic spell on me? Is it the dark lord of destruction? I should have dealt the killing blow back then!”

A few minutes later.

Tuckdore’s eyes closed on their own. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he was automatically being shut down.

A few days later.

Tuckdore’s eyes opened once more.

“Is this really my robot, Dad?” a nineteen-year-old young lady clutched her cheeks in excitement. “He’s pretty handsome.”

“It’s an X grade robot, a base model,” her dad replied. “This was all I could afford.”

“No, this is great. I love it,” she hugged the robot. “He’s just my type. Ahem, I mean I can finally participate in the robot competitions with this one. I will earn money for our family, Dad!”

“It’s just a cheap robot, Sasha,” her dad sighed. “I just hope it will last a few games at least.”

“If I win a few games,” Sasha said, “we can buy a better one or get this one upgraded if it’s good enough.” She looked at the robot and said with a smile, “Your name will be Tucker.”

“My name is Tuckdore,” Tuckdore wanted to shout, but his mouth did not move.