Shadow Dragon: The Fallen Angel Is My Teacher-Chapter 193: New Class Perk

I looked at the screen floating before my eyes.

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Class: Mechanic

Rank: 0

Perk: Basic Mechanic Force

Perk Effect: Mechanic Force can be used to generate electromagnetism, and it can also be used as a fuel.

Perk Mastery: 0%

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Unlike most classes, the Mechanic Class did not have Grades.

It had mastery.

That meant progress depended on understanding and control.

As long as my mastery of Mechanic Force reached one hundred percent, I would fully master the class and gain the chance to evolve it.

That made things both easier and harder.

Easier, because I did not need rare materials or complicated rituals to advance.

Harder, because mastery could not be rushed through short-cut methods.

It had to be earned through practice.

I raised my hand slowly, focusing on the faint current I could feel running through my body.

A small spark of blue lightning appeared between my index finger and thumb.

It flickered weakly at first, like a struggling flame, but it was stable.

This was Mechanic Force.

I increased the output carefully.

The spark grew into a thin arc of electricity that crackled softly.

Then I pushed a little more power into it.

The blue lightning spread outward, branching into multiple lines that illuminated the lab with a cold glow.

Soon the entire room was filled with faint electromagnetic vibrations.

Metal tools on the tables began to tremble. Screws rolled across surfaces. A few small gears lifted into the air.

Then larger pieces followed.

Within seconds, dozens of metal objects were floating around me in uneven orbits.

I could feel them.

Each piece responded to my will like an extension of my fingers.

If I wanted, I could push them away or pull them closer.

"As expected..." I muttered quietly.

Electromagnetism.

The foundation of Mechanic Force.

As my mastery increased, this ability would eventually resemble telekinesis, though the mechanism behind it would be very different.

Right now, however, control was rough.

Too rough.

I frowned slightly as a heavy wrench drifted too close to a glass container.

"Hmm. I wanted to lift only a few objects, not all of them. Guess I need to train my mastery before I can start doing finer work."

I exhaled slowly and stopped releasing Mechanic Force in all directions.

The floating objects dropped back onto tables with soft clinks.

I redirected the energy with more focus.

Instead of flooding the room, I pushed Mechanic Force toward the objects lying neatly on the central worktable.

Creating these objects was what granted me the Mechanic Class.

The hundred mechanical hands.

A few weeks ago, I had been thinking about something important.

What weapon should I use while acting as Caelum Nocthera?

Caelum was supposed to be a genius Mechanic and Runist.

He was a researcher. Someone who controlled situations from behind the stage rather than charging into battle directly.

But reality was unpredictable.

There would definitely be moments when Caelum would need to fight.

And when that happened, the fighting style needed to be unique to that identity.

Swordsmanship already belonged to my original self at Daelthorn Estate.

Magic belonged to Alan Veritus, the disciple of Monkey King.

Assassination belonged to another identity entirely.

Poisons and potions would belong to one I planned to create later.

So what remained?

What kind of weapon would suit a mechanic researcher?

An army of machines was the obvious answer.

But that did not feel right.

Caelum was not meant to be a battlefield commander.

He was a creator.

So the weapon had to be something that helped him work, not just fight.

That was how this idea was born.

Mechanic Force flowed from my palm into the hundred mechanical hands arranged on the table.

They were identical pieces, each one extending from tip of fingers to the wrist.

One by one, they powered on.

Soft mechanical clicks filled the lab.

"Combat Mode," I said.

The voice recognition system responded immediately.

The hands began moving across the table.

They slid toward each other, rotating and aligning with precise mechanical timing.

Electromagnetic locking activated between connection points, pulling them together with invisible force.

There were no gaps between the combined parts.

Soon, the hundred hands combined into four large structures.

Two giant mechanical hands.

And a sword, and a shield.

The hands were massive. Each finger alone was nearly as tall as me. The sword and shield were proportionally sized for them.

All four constructs floated in the air, supported by electromagnetic force.

The sight was strangely satisfying.

One hand reached forward and grabbed the sword. The other lifted the shield.

They moved to my sides, hovering protectively.

I watched them for a moment before speaking.

"Let’s try it. Dante, come out."

The cursed item in my pocket stirred.

A moment later, Dante appeared in front of me, still wrapped in his usual clothes. He looked better than before. The damage from earlier had finally healed.

He stood quietly.

"Attack me," I said.

Dante hesitated.

"Just a few punches would do," I clarified.

A second passed.

Then he moved.

The air exploded as his fist shot toward me.

The response was immediate.

The AI program installed in the mechanical hands activated.

The shield hand moved first, intercepting Dante’s punch with perfect timing. The impact produced a deep metallic sound that echoed through the lab.

At the same time, the sword hand swung downward.

Dante stepped back, avoiding the blade by a narrow margin.

The fight continued.

At first, I let the AI handle everything. The hands reacted smoothly, coordinating offense and defense without hesitation.

The movements they made were programmed by me, and were extremely efficient.

I began assisting the AI.

Mechanic Force connected me to the constructs, allowing manual control when needed. I adjusted angles, increased speed, and experimented with attack patterns.

Sometimes the AI fought alone.

Other times, I guided the hands directly.

The rhythm shifted constantly.

Dante adapted quickly. His movements became sharper, forcing the system to respond faster. The sword clashed against his defensive strikes several times, sending sparks across the room.