Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 110 - Wave of HUSBANDOs

Chapter 110 - Wave of HUSBANDOs

The explosion erupted like a chain of firecrackers set off in rapid succession, igniting the entire south side of the complex in a brilliant cascade of light and sound. For a moment, the inside of the bar was bathed in an unnatural glow—as if the sun had briefly risen beneath our feet. When we looked up, we saw the ceiling had caved in, its steel supports twisted and mangled like melted bones. Dust drifted down like snow under the false daylight of the blaze.

"No... it can't be," Neil muttered, his voice trembling.

Then, as if reality itself had been torn open, the cityscape beyond the walls transformed. Towering above the buildings were giants—not ordinary mechs, but monstrous, corrupted machines. They dwarfed even the largest Frame Units we knew, standing nearly thirty meters tall. 

But these weren't war machines built for precision or elegance. They were grotesque mockeries of form. One dragged a stump where an arm should have been. Another had legs so short its massive arms scraped the ground as it walked. Some lacked half their skulls, wires and fluid leaking like blood.

Despite their deformities, a singular and terrifying design unified them—they were all skeletal in structure, like the stripped-down anatomy of steel titans. Crimson lights glowed in their eye sockets, like the gaze of ancient, forgotten gods. They resembled the Machine God, but broken, twisted—as if someone had tried to clone divinity and failed horribly.

"Those are..." Fei whispered, her breath caught in her throat.

"HUSBANDOs," Neil growled, clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "They've finally done it."

I stared in disbelief. "So those are their Frame Units?"

"No," Neil replied grimly. "In the past, they were called Defense Operators—the prototype class before Frame Units ever existed."

"That explains why they're all deformed," I muttered, then glanced at Neil with a teasing smirk. "Can you transform into a handicapped robot too?"

"That's not very nice, Zaft," Myrrh chided sharply, crossing her arms. Her blue LED eyes narrowed in disappointment.

"Sorry, sorry," I chuckled, raising my hands in surrender. "I just wanted to shift the mood."

Neil didn't respond right away. He silently slipped his hand into his coat pocket, his face unreadable. When he pulled it out, I saw a strange device—something that resembled a morpher, but unlike the sleek standard models, this one was worn and weathered. Rust clung to its edges, and exposed gears clicked faintly, grinding against each other like old bones. It looked ancient—almost forgotten. But its presence was enough. Neil was a HUSBANDO, and like all of them, he carried one of these relics.

"Neil," Fei's synthetic voice broke through the tension. Her words echoed with a metallic resonance, tinted by concern. From within her colossal Frame Unit form, she gazed down at him. A soft mechanical whirr accompanied the slow shake of her armored head.

Neil sighed, his fingers tightening slightly around the morpher.

"There's no need to join the fray, Neil," Myrrh said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "The KAWAII Agents will take it from here."

"R-right..." Neil murmured, reluctantly letting his hand fall to his side.

We turned our gaze back to the field, and our hearts sank. The operation area had become a hellish arena. Four KAWAII WAIFUs stood at the center, surrounded on all sides by towering mechanical abominations. At least twenty of the deformed skeletal giants loomed over them, forming a jagged circle of rust, metal, and glowing crimson eyes.