Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 567 - 520 Genesis Ray

The last sentence was so soft that it seemed almost non-existent, and Lyle could only passively accept the goodwill bestowed upon him by the Mechanical God, for he had little other choice.

"I can see through the disguise you wear, and I have also found the planner of this infiltration, SS, right? He is the first mechanical life created by William in this world. It is regrettable, but I must say, his existence is incomplete, a kind of rebellious and adventurous spirit, unlike that of other mechanical lives, is spreading through his circuits like a virus. That’s why he’s orchestrated this nefarious operation, inviting William’s guests here on this risky venture."

"You’re right, Lyle," SS whispered in agreement as if he wasn’t the flawed product the Mechanical God was talking about. Mechanical life is very pragmatic, "In fact, I also feel like there must be something wrong with me; my CPU always generates some inexplicable feelings, like restlessness or loneliness. That must be due to poor compatibility between this magic world and my metal body. I’ve always dreamed of being upgraded to an Executor model, becoming Executor 10002."

"For you, being an SS model No. 1 is inferior to being Executor 10002?" Lyle expressed his confusion.

"Every human is unique, but machines are not. Machines of the same model are a collective. They share the same data network, their consciousnesses linked together, and even if their programmed personalities have slight differences, their unreserved collective consciousness always allows them to feel everything about each other."

"As for me, I’m more like a social misfit, a pathetic clown lingering on the fringe of the collective. I long to blend in, to become a part of the collective."

"Even if it means losing your uniqueness?"

"Even if it means losing my uniqueness."

Lyle could not understand this idea, a sense of discomfort growing in his heart. A small rift began to form between him and SS, the distinct mechanical life. But this little imperfection in his mood was easily smoothed over by the virtual smile of the Mechanical God.

"Lyle, next, I will proudly show you the power of the Mechanical God, a splendor that does not belong to this era."

His body was drawn close to the wall of tubing, then broke through. The transparent, nearly non-existent thin wall, like a stretched layer of bubble, slowly passed through Lyle’s exterior, and behind him, turned back into that seemingly fragile curved surface. It was like a fetus leaving the amniotic fluid; the magic energy in the laboratory gave Lyle an intoxicating feeling, the numbing effect of high-concentration magic affecting spellcasters, different from oppression, very gentle. Though the odd sensory perception inherent in mechanized magic was still present.

Lyle floated about twenty centimeters above the metal floor, a sensation of weightlessness relaxing his senses, the space environment shaped by high-concentration magic. In this comfortable atmosphere, they drifted toward the first laboratory.

The basic setup of the laboratory was similar to the upper levels, the only difference being that what lay on the experiment tables were no longer crude lumps of metallic compounds, but blurred masses of flesh and limbs. These were remnants of the Demon Race, on one malformed arm, those charcoal-like sharp nails shimmered coldly, and at the shoulder joint, a few tubes extended still feeding black-red liquid into the limb.

The scene looked quite appalling, but the Mechanical God promptly provided an explanation.

"These limbs all come from the generous donations of the Black Abyssal Demons. They have the custom of disposing of and destroying defective products, and these limbs are the rejects discarded by the Black Abyss Princess. Survival of the fittest, that is the rule of demons. But the Mechanical Devine Sect has a different view on this."

"Evolution is a right that all life should enjoy. I was able to receive the vain title of Mechanical God because I acted as a merciful creator, granting them evolution."

"The flesh of the Demon Race is one of the most resilient bodies in this world, but the twisted mutations left behind by the evil gods continue to affect them. Look at these unhealthy bodies; they are the sad poison of legacy. Lyle, you must have seen those tall and handsome members of the Demon Race, right? Can you imagine these misshapen limbs belonging to what are also called members of the Demon Race?"

Asymmetrical limbs, a twisted and hunchbacked posture, Lyle imagined human forms composed of such twisted limbs, a sense of sorrow was arising. The Mechanical God was right; creatures whose appearance could rival the work of failed apprentices of the Spirit Summoning Series would only be called monsters.

"This is the correction I offer, to assist everyone, to help this world become more perfect."

Light, a brilliant light, emerged from the equipment, shooting from the conical emitter onto the misshapen flesh.

"Analyzing the universal remedy of this world, magical power, I have found a way to correct them, my information programming will reorganize their flesh, nerves, cells, genes, improving all carriers of biological information with negative traits."

"This ray, invented by us of the Mechanical Devine Sect, is called..."

"Genesis Ray."

The white light precisely enveloped that arm. The originally direct beam seemed twisted by something, covering the uneven surface of the arm just right, as if needles pierced into the flesh, and the bad, polluted black was stained silver-white. Then, that deformed arm began to grow. The twisted bones gradually straightened out, the wrinkled flesh filled out like it was watered, smooth and supple. The entire limb grew to normal standards, each joint, each piece of scale armor became full and robust, as beautiful as a sculpture. A perfectly sturdy arm of the Demon Race was laid out on the experimental table, and looking at the arm that seemed like a work of art, it was hard to imagine its previous frail appearance.

This correction seemed perfect, even when the ray had stopped, the perfect arm was still shining. It transformed from a misshapen, ugly arm of flesh into a strong and perfect mechanical limb.

The Genesis Ray had turned the arm into a mechanical one.

The voice of the Mechanical God echoed in his ears, carrying the aloof natural melancholy of a creator, "I am not omnipotent, Lyle; this is the only drawback of the experiment. The new life we bestow is a mechanical new life. But this small flaw is actually negligible because it functions as conveniently as a naturally born limb, even better, because mechanical calculations have fewer errors than biological nerves."

"You’ve seen the Mechanically Modified Demons, right? They are more powerful and superior than before."

Lyle looked at the rejuvenated mechanical arm; under the action of the electric current, its tip rose, spreading its fingers to wave at Lyle. Lyle watched blankly and also raised his arm to follow the etiquette and waved back.

As mechanically as a machine itself.