Chapter Thirty-Six: The Councilor of the Royal Realm

Wang Jing returned once more to the Transformers world, traveling to Egypt aboard a supersonic stealth jet. Guided by memories from his previous life, he arrived at 29.5 degrees north latitude and 34.88 degrees east longitude. Following the alignment of the three stars in Orion’s Belt, he located the tomb of a Cybertronian elder.

He then transported Optimus Prime to the site. “The Matrix of Leadership is inside. Only you are worthy to claim it,” he said, pointing to the elder’s corpse behind the mural.

Gazing solemnly at the ancient tomb, Optimus Prime spoke with reverence. “Thank you for all you have done for the peace of the universe. I will inherit your legacy.”

With that, Optimus’s right hand transformed into a cannon, blasting a hole in the tomb. Carefully, he retrieved the Matrix of Leadership from within.

As Wang Jing watched the Matrix hovering above Optimus’s palm, his heart settled. His “son” truly was exceptional—without any trial, he had been recognized by the elder’s soul. Yet, Optimus had earned such acknowledgment.

Optimus opened his chest and placed the Matrix inside.

No sooner had he done so than his eyes rolled back and his body began to convulse violently.

Alarmed, Wang Jing prepared to send Optimus back to the primary world, but then a strange, ancient, and solemn voice emerged from Optimus’s mouth.

“Child, we have always watched over you. You possess extraordinary abilities. Optimus’s choice to follow you is the right one.” As the voice spoke, the Matrix that had just been placed in Optimus’s chest floated before Wang Jing.

“We believe you are the one destined to save our Cybertronian civilization.”

Wang Jing accepted the Matrix, and at once a surge of immense energy flooded his body, filling him with power just as he had felt when touching the AllSpark.

“Thank you for your trust. I will not fail your expectations,” Wang Jing replied sincerely.

The elder controlling Optimus’s body nodded in satisfaction, then returned control to Optimus.

As Optimus regained consciousness, he gasped for breath, then bent down to look at Wang Jing with a complicated expression. “The elders have chosen you. You will lead the Autobots back to Cybertron’s glory.”

Wang Jing smiled, handing the Matrix back to Optimus. “Young people today don’t believe much in ancestral blessings. The team still needs your leadership.”

Optimus took the Matrix, pressing it once more into his chest. With sadness in his voice, he said, “All they have known since birth is civil war on Cybertron. The endless deaths of their kin have made them lose respect for their ancestors.”

Wang Jing comforted him, “Everything will get better. Now that we have the AllSpark and the Matrix, as long as we retrieve what’s inside the pyramid, the path to Cybertron’s revival will truly begin.”

“That depends on whether the leaders of this planet agree,” Optimus replied.

“They will. And even if they don’t, the Decepticons’ actions will ensure they change their minds,” Wang Jing said with a smile.

After sending Optimus back, Wang Jing took the supersonic stealth jet to China in this world. This time, instead of landing roughly on uneven ground as before, he landed properly on an airport runway.

As soon as he disembarked, he was greeted by the negotiation team, their faces beaming. “Did the talks go well?” Wang Jing asked with a smile.

“Very well. The purchase contracts are signed, and they’ve agreed to help us transport the machine inside the Egyptian pyramid,” the team leader replied, handing Wang Jing a black lockbox.

“Thank you. But for the time being, I’ll still need you to remain here,” Wang Jing said.

“No problem. It’s our duty.” After bidding farewell to the negotiation team, Wang Jing was about to send the documents to the primary world when a middle-aged man in military uniform approached.

“Hello, I’m Zhang Liang, the liaison in charge of coordinating with you.”

Wang Jing shook his hand. “Hello, Zhang Liang.”

“We’ve received friendship from two other Earths. We’re very interested in your proposal for a shared front,” Zhang Liang said with a smile.

Wang Jing nodded. “I’ll pass along the message. I’m sure there will be a response soon.”

“Then I’ll wait for good news. If you need any help, feel free to contact me.” Zhang Liang handed him a business card.

Wang Jing took the card and suddenly said, “Actually, there’s something I need your help with.”

“Oh? What is it?” Zhang Liang asked curiously.

“Would you be willing to accept cars from another world?”

A day later, the Autobots arrived in the Transformers world, establishing a temporary base in Chengdu.

“From now on, this will be our base here. Autobots on Earth and those wandering the cosmos can come here and seek refuge in the primary world,” Wang Jing said to Optimus Prime.

“I will send word to the Autobots scattered across the universe,” Optimus replied.

In the days that followed, Wang Jing began transporting food supplies shipped by the Chinese government. Each day, as required, he returned to the primary world to report and undergo a health check. One day, Song Guohua handed him a document.

“Congratulations, you’ve been promoted. The United Government has officially appointed you as the representative councilor for the Autobot race. From now on, all Autobot-related policies and affairs will go through you,” Song Guohua said with a smile.

The sudden promotion caught Wang Jing off guard. “Why me?”

Song Guohua chuckled. “Because you’re recognized as the savior by the Cybertronian elders. Besides, you know the Autobots best and hold the highest prestige. Who else could it be?”

“But I have to transport supplies across different worlds! How will I have time to act as their representative?” Wang Jing protested.

“We’ve already thought of a solution. You can select a suitable candidate from among the humans or Autobots to handle these matters for you,” Song Guohua explained.

Hearing this, Wang Jing looked at Song Guohua with a pained expression. But in the next moment, he suddenly smiled slyly.

Noticing his change in demeanor, Song Guohua sensed trouble. Sure enough, Wang Jing declared, “I think you’re perfect for the job.”

Before Song Guohua could refuse, Wang Jing pressed on, “It’s settled then. Your counterpart will be Optimus Prime, and I’m sure he’ll agree.” With that, Wang Jing returned to the Transformers world.

After explaining things to Optimus, just as expected, he readily accepted the position.

Thus, Wang Jing became a messenger once more.

Negotiation teams from various countries all reported good news—except for the American team, which had yet to yield any progress. The proud American government believed that, with the world’s most powerful military, they could withstand any attack from the Decepticons or other extraterrestrials.

Setting down the report, Wang Jing sighed and reflected, “The obstacle to survival is not weakness or ignorance, but arrogance. They will pay the price for their pride.”