When he left the special ability space, Garen was in a great mood.
In the world of Energy Machinists, he did indeed get different inspirations from all sorts of knowledge. In this high tech era, this Universal Age, this sort of information was the largest motivator. Every second of every day, there would be clashes between intelligence and flashes of thought.
In the stone basement, it was all quiet. He could hear almost nothing from outside, evidently the Predators had yet to begin their large-scale attack.
Garen glanced at the Biochemical Pool, he had used up more than half of the biochemical liquid inside, even the color was looking slightly pale. Still, it looked like it had some uses left in it.
"It's too bad, if the biochemical liquid was better, I could reduce the production time of the Big Wild Wolves. One an hour would be easy."
Translator’s note:
星诺, lit. Star Promise