The Continuous of Murder Drone but a Different Way (Fan Made)

The weld knows of the solver and Can Death be returned?

Chapter 6 – The encounter of her Power

The storm carried them high above the frozen wasteland.

Remee clung tightly to E back, her eyes wide with wonder. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t trapped inside steel walls—she was flying, weightless, the ground shrinking beneath her. The fear of what she’d just done with Solver began to fade under the thrill of freedom.

“Don’t drop me!” she shouted over the wind.

E chuckled softly. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

S flew beside them, cloak snapping like a shadow in the blizzard. He didn’t speak for a while, but his eyes never stopped scanning the horizon. Every flicker of movement in the storm had him on edge.

When they finally landed on the ruins of a snow-buried highway, Remee’s legs wobbled as she hopped off. She caught her breath, then looked up at the two drones.

“Why didn’t you tell J the truth back there?” she asked.

S folded his arms. “Because the company doesn’t need to know we’ve stopped being their loyal dogs.”

E shot him a warning glance. “What he means is… it’s complicated.”

Remee hugged herself, the cold biting harder now. “So… you really don’t want to kill me?”

S glared at her, but not as harshly as before. “You’re lucky E was here. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise you’d still be glaring and pretending you’re scary,” E teased, earning a sharp look from him.

Remee giggled despite herself. For the first time, she saw cracks in the commander’s mask.

As night fell, they sheltered inside a half-collapsed gas station. E patched S’s dented armor while he grumbled. Remee fiddled with one of her gadgets, sparks of curiosity buzzing in her head.

But when she glanced at her hands again, she froze. The Solver energy… it had felt alive. Hungry.

She whispered, “What if I hurt someone… like my mom did?”

E paused her work, her yellow eyes soft. “Then we’ll stop you before that happens. But you’re not alone anymore, Remee.”

For a moment, the bunker girl felt something she hadn’t in years. Safe.

Outside, unseen, J crouched in the snow with her rifle trained on the gas station. Her voice was a low hiss.

“Run while you can, traitors. The company won’t forgive you.”

Her scope lingered not on S or E—but on Remee.

The storm had eased, but the night was still cruel. The three of them moved carefully across the frozen wasteland, the snow crunching under their feet like broken glass.

Remee’s breath fogged the air as she trudged beside them. Her legs were already sore, but she didn’t complain. She wanted to prove she could keep up.

S walked in front, his clawed hand resting on his blade. His glowing eyes scanned every ridge, every ruined car half-buried in the snow. He never let his guard down.

E walked behind Remee, cloak wrapped around her shoulders to shield the girl from the wind. She smiled faintly when Remee glanced back.

“You’ll last longer if you pace yourself,” E said.

Remee nodded, pretending she wasn’t exhausted. “I can handle it. I’m tougher than I look.”

S snorted. “You fainted the first time you saw me.”

Her cheeks turned red. “I was pretending!”

“That’s what all fainted mice say.”

E rolled her eyes. “Ignore him. He enjoys sounding scary.”

The banter carried them a little further until they spotted the ruins of an old watchtower. The trio climbed inside, searching for shelter from the wind. S sat with his visor E, the light reflecting off to rusted walls.

Remee pulled out one of her gadgets,an improvised heater made from scraps. She flicked it on, and the scrap work and its gentle warmth filled the place.

S raised an eyebrow. “Hmph. Not useless after all.”

Remee grinned proudly. “Told you. My inventions work!”

E smirked. “Well, but most of the time. At least this one didn’t explode.”

They all shared a small laugh. For a moment, the world outside didn’t matter.

But when silence settled, Remee’s thoughts drifted. She stared into the heater’s glow.

“Do you think… my mom was like me? With Solver?”

Neither drone answered immediately. E gaze softened, but she said nothing. S finally spoke, his tone low and guarded.

“If she was… then the company will probably make her their puppet.”

Remee’s chest tightened. She didn’t want to believe it—but deep down, she already knew.

The wind outside howled louder, masking the faint crunch of boots in the snow.

Not far from the tower, a figure crouched low. J visor glowed faintly as she adjusted her rifle, eyes narrowing.

“They’re slowing down,” she whispered to herself. “Perfect.”

Her finger hovered over the trigger.

Inside the watchtower, Remee shivered. She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt like something out there was watching.

Can Death be Return?

The night was silent. Too silent.

S woke up just a second before the gunshot rang out.

BANG!

Remee gasped as the bullet tore through her chest. She staggered, her eyes wide in disbelief, before crumpling into the snow.

“Remee!” E screamed, rushing to her side.

S spun toward the muzzle flash, claws extended, but J was already gone into the storm.

He dropped to his knees beside Remee. Her hands trembled, blood staining the snow black under the moonlight. Her system is slowly shutdown. Then stopped.

For a moment, she gone

System pop out STARTING "ABSOLUTE SOLVER" PREPARING TO RESTORE THE BODY ACTIVATED SD-1 "Cyn"

But then—her body twitched. A dark glow rippled through her veins, crawling across her face like living shadows. Her eyes snapped open, burning with Solver energy.

Her voice came out broken, and with strange voice .

“I… will not… die…" The voice is familiar

The snow around her melted in a sudden burst of heat. She stood, movements jerky, unnatural, and her gaze locked on S and E.

“Enemy detected.”

Before either could react, Remee lunged. Her claws formed from blackened Solver matter, slicing through the air.

“Remee, stop!” E dodging barely in time.

S caught her strike with his own claw, sparks flying as the two locked together.

“She’s not in control!” he shouted.

The Solver version of Remee snarled, strength unnatural, pushing S back with ease. Her strikes were wild but devastating, forcing both to move back.

J, hidden in the shadows, watched with wide eyes.

“This this wasn’t supposed to happen,” she muttered, panic rising. “I made a mistake but i don't care.” she smile in evil

Meanwhile, E tried to reason with her. “Remee, it’s us! You’re not our enemy!”

But the undead girl only shrieked and lunged again.

S flicker with desperation. He knew what had to be done. He grabbed his own arm—then with one brutal motion, tore it off.

“E get her still!”

E dove in, wrapping her arms around Remee even as the girl thrashed. S shoved the severed limb forward, the machinery sparking, forcing it against Remee’s chest.

For a second nothing.

Then a surge of light coursed through her. The shadows cracked and broke apart. Remee collapsed into the snow, unconscious, Solver fading.

Silence.

Then her eyes fluttered open. Golden, warm again.

“…What happened?” she whispered, dazed.

E hugged her tightly, tears in her eyes. “You scared us half to death.”

S flexed his shoulder as the metal reformed, regenerating his arm. “Don’t worry about it. You’re fine now.”

Remee blinked in confusion, not noticing the missing arm of S or how it had saved her life.

From a distance, J lowered her weapon. Relief crossed her face.

“…I’ll deal with this another time.” With that, she turned and vanished again into the storm once more.

E aimed her rifle after her, but S held up his claw.

“Let her go. She’ll cause trouble, but we can handle it.”