บท 9: 8th Move | Industrial Revolution
Over the next few weeks, my industrial base expanded rapidly as more and more charges were put into Specializations like [Mass Production], [Automation], and [Factory Design]. Essentially anything related to the process of industrialization and factory production, I've sunk at least three charges. Of course, industrialization required appropriate power, and fortunately, Rimuru was able to separate hydrogen atoms from water molecules.
This, predictably, opened up an avenue of power generation I never thought possible until later on; nuclear fusion.
Taking two full days to complete, I created a working fusion reactor the size of an intermodal container the lights you'd see on container ships to power Metropolis with. I unlocked the power of the atom.
(I'm tempted to say I've unlocked the power of god)
Add to that, I've only slept a handful of hours and this resulted in perhaps the biggest jump in technological capacity this world has ever seen.
From medieval times to industrialization, I've kick-started this world's process into the 20th century. Although it should've been to the 21st century, I haven't released the computers for public use.
As a result of the massive jump in time, the quality of life for many hobgoblins and tempest wolves within the old village jumped equally as much as well. This jump in quality of life meant people had some money left over, and thus started a growing internal economy with inflation to boot.
Since many of the jobs that Groups 1, 2, and 3 performed were obsolete, I reassigned them personally with factory jobs, with Group 4 overseeing everything. In accordance with the general theme of improvement, I've given the security guards each a taser that has a range of six meters.
With the advancement in quality of life also comes support, both in the political and social sense. With this support, I was able to successfully get all hobgoblins to leave their old home and instead move into a single centralized location.
Man, in my old world, no one in their right mind would've trusted politicians that much.
This centralized location for housing purposes was a 60-meter tall residential skyscraper with an ovoid design, allowing it to become a truly unique architecture even in my old world. Because of its shape, the Hobgoblins even started calling the building the 'Egg'. Physically, it's composed of primarily pre-fabricated materials and units created by Rimuru over the course of half an afternoon, making it much faster to build as it's just like building with Lego.
This singular building now contained every hobgoblin within the old village and with plenty of rooms to spare.
The rooms within the apartment were much superior to their old suburban homes. Improvements included a working plumbing system, electric lighting, and air conditioning. Even if they complain that it's a bit 'lifeless', the hobgoblins still prefer the pre-fab units.
With governmental subsidies offered through an Uplift Program I championed, the hobgoblins were able to live in a 90s equivalent of a luxury apartment and still earn a living despite normal apartments such as these would've made them broke within mere days of rent.
However, just as I was building the residential skyscraper, I ran into the problem of the Stellar Gold Coins being unusable since their denominations were so high. Apparently, this world already possesses a single collective currency; the Dwarven Coins.
Precious metal coins minted by the Armed Nation of Dwargon, Kaijin were really helpful in explaining how currencies were split into four denominations of increasing value: Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Stellar Gold. The dwarf then went on to explain each superior denomination is equal to 100 of the inferior ones, and how Stellar Gold Coins were used for large business transactions and payment between nation-states.
On one hand, I was glad that Dwargon, an apparent superpower on the world stage, sees us as a nation but on the other, it would be really suspicious if a stranger from nowhere just attempted to trade in 10 coins of the highest denomination.
Ironically, the Stellar Gold Coins became useless.
But, I'm nothing if not creative. The budding nation of Jura Tempest Republic needs its own currency. Not only can it be a rallying cry for patriotism, but it will also allow the nation a certain degree of economic freedom and leverage over other nations. Just look at America and its petrodollar, their President can also sanction people, making them unable to open a bank account.
That type of soft power is desirable. Especially for a nation that will dominate the global economy.
Seeing how we don't have a proper currency, I consulted Kaijin on the viability of a new currency and paid for his consultant services with a few tips. Kaijin remarked how it's been done before, but would always fail as magic makes counterfeiting the new currency extremely easy.
Right, it seems Dwarven Coin is enchanted to prevent counterfeits.
It wasn't a problem as I could substitute the magical solution of the dwarves with my own scientific solution. With [Inspired Inventor], I eventually managed to come up with an answer in the form of issuing paper currency that each possesses a special serial number (just like the dwarven coins), and treating them in a blend of chemical concoctions changes the paper's molecular structure completely.
So began the Tempest Dollar, simply referred to as the 'Dollar'. The Tempest Dollar is fixed to the Stellar Gold Coins at 100,000 Dollars to one Stellars.
I do plan to have the Dollar later fixed to gold, but that would entail the creation of an entirely new branch of the government. The National Gold Reserve. It'll take some time but I've already drafted up the proposal which requires only Congress to pass the Act that would see the Reserve's creation.
After the currency issue was dealt with, I'm now met with the problem of a lack of manpower. Like a colony during its first few years, if I want to realize my vision of a proper, modern city then I would need immigrants to come here and work. But at the same time, I can't advertise the Jura Tempest Republic to the wider world just yet since our position isn't strong enough.
Oddly enough, the answer to our lack of manpower came in the form of Monster Attacks. Due to the disappearance of Veldora, many other goblin villages within the Jura Forest were attacked by other tribes of dire wolves and tempest bears. Since those villages don't have their version of me or Rimuru defending them, those goblins were forced to move.
While this is a tragedy by all measures, it also presents an opportunity. Namely, the solution to our manpower issue.
I had President Rimuru welcome those refugees with open arms while I personally got them all settled and assigned jobs.
500 new pairs of hands ensured the Factory could expand even more. With around two hundred of them being teens and young children, the future of the nation can be secured.
However, like clockwork, another unforeseen problem arises; the lack of highly skilled workers.
Skilled workers are basically those who have graduated from secondary education. They usually make up the backbone of the First-World economy and government.
Obviously, a village in the middle of nowhere has little to no education. This led to me delegating most of the administration and paperwork to Rimuru while I quickly taught a dozen hand-picked hobgoblins the basics of how to become a bureaucrat and Minister.
Thank god [Teaching] is a specialty. That combined with [Psychology] allowed me to create hyper-efficient teaching material which those hobgoblins soaked up like dry paper with water.
Those dozen hobgoblins became the core of Rimuru's cabinet. They massively decreased the slime's workload, allowing him some time to rest.
From the start of the Tempest Dollar to the teaching of the hobgoblins, that was a hectic week.
Considering how nations usually take a long time to get everything ready, I can't help but wonder how would future generations view the beginning of the Jura Tempest Republic.
Before I could rest for more than six hours after the hectic week, Congress came knocking on my doors asking for a larger place of governance.
Thanks to my new physiology, I could work nonstop for days on end without collapsing into exhaustion. Granted, the mental fatigue would be absolute hell right before I collapse, but I could still work.
Such is the stress of building a new nation from scratch. And what's more, I can't exactly refuse Congress' demands since if I do, the government I aim to build won't have any legitimacy in the eyes of the people.
However, since I was still mentally fatigued from a week of nearly non-stop work, I wanted to build the Congress their new center of governance as soon as possible, with as little input as possible. So started my delve into [Artificial Intelligence] and [Nanotechnology].
I distinctly remember rapidly self-replicating nanites from this one sci-fi show being extremely overpowered, what with it eating through metal doors and using the spaceship as material to produce more of itself. Using this idea, I programmed a Narrow Artificial Intelligence to put it in command of a few nanomachines and had it start self-replicating, only stopping until it hit 5 quintillion units.
Being extremely tired, I slept for a few hours for the first time ever since the completion of the residential skyscraper.
That was a mistake.
As it turns out, leaving autonomous self-replicating machines unsupervised is a terrible idea. No, not in the sense that it may get out of control, but in the sense that my table, where I had placed the group of self-replicating nanomachines, had a hole burnt through it. The table was made out of metal and could hold lava fresh out of the ground.
That was the day I learned how unlikely it is for a Grey Goo scenario. Unlike in the show, real nanomachines are extremely fragile. In hindsight, it should've been obvious, considering how fragile a human's cell was. Not only that but the nanomachines are also limited by the Laws of Thermodynamics.
See, the Second Law of Thermodynamics states that energy transfers and transformation tend to move towards a state of greater entropy or 'disorder' for those less academically inclined. This means in practice the heat generated in an instant when millions of nanomachines start moving far enough it can be measured physically with a ruler is enough to burn a hole through my table.
However, that didn't make sense since, just as with how energy can not be created or destroyed, the power I gave to charge those nanomachines wasn't enough to burn a hole through the table.
Something is afoot.
Further investigation revealed how apparently, the AI I programmed to oversee the self-replication came to the logical conclusion the energy I'm feeding the nanites isn't enough to complete within the specified time frame, thus, it opened the metaphorical floodgate.
I expected this to be another easy success, but all I've done is just burn a hole through my table.
Unperturbed, a suggestion from [Biology] of all specialties helped solve my issue.
The solution came from nature.
Siphonophores are a fascinating order within the taxonomic class of Hydrozoa. Unlike jellyfish or really any other multicellular life, Siphonophores are colonial organisms that are made up of many smaller units called 'Zooids'. These zooids work together to hunt fish and operate as one cohesive individual. Imagine the Power Rangers coming together to become something greater than the sum of its parts.
[Biology] suggested the idea of using multiple different colonies of nanites that each does a hyper-specialized task, just like the zooids of Siphonophores. For example, one type of nanites would be extra electrically conductive while another could form super strong links with each other, in such a scenario, the former would become the wires while the latter would serve as the building's frames.
It's an ingenious solution, like cultivating bacteria for your gut... only, it would probably take me a while to fully program everything.
So instead of writing codes myself, I created a new Narrow Artificial Intelligence that would write the codes for me.
Not limited by mere thinking and typing speeds, there exists no barrier between thought and code writing for AIs, allowing them to write thousands upon thousands of lines of code in seconds.
However, I never make my tools more intelligent than they need to be. Thus, this AI is hyper-specialized in only writing codes for the nanite colonies.
With the AI in place, in the span of a single night, the codes for the nanite colonies have been completed.
Supplied with a constant stream of raw resources coming from the mines deep within the forest, transported quickly with tempest wolves, the entirety of the future Jura Tempest Republic's Capitol building is expected to finish within three months, quicker if I divert more resources towards it. Such as making a railway connecting the mines with the building site.
I've planned the final shape of the Congress' Capitol building to be a large pyramid-like structure that's about the size of the Pyramid of Giza, with each corner of the pyramid containing a tower decorated in Roman architecture. Since there are going to be many large free spaces on the faces of the pyramid, I've decided to leave that as something of a gift for the future. They can decide what they'll carve onto the surface of the pyramid.
As for the inside of the pyramid, it's probably going to be the most technologically advanced place in the entire world, at least, for now. For the main lobby, I imagined a grand entrance hall with a model of this world's solar system lighting up the room. Beyond the decorations, it's going to be the world's first smart building in the sense that every aspect of the place will have AI integration.
I firmly believe that if I'm going to build a nation of the future, the Capitol building, the very center where laws are made should reflect the nation.
It was the sound of my own sighing that brought me back into the present.
I was lying on a sunbathing chair, relaxing every bit of my muscles like I was an unthinking slab of meat hung out to dry.
I was wearing a very thin piece of fabric that barely constituted a 'T-shirt' with my lower half covered by a pair of thicker leggings. The 'clothing' didn't protect me at all from the hot sun bearing down on me, but due to my new physiology, it didn't matter to me.
I had imagined the sun's rays doing something serious to my ghostly pale skin but they didn't. What's more, there wasn't a single bit of sweat on me even when I felt rather warm. I think had I remained a human I'd be getting sunburns by now.
Another sigh escaped my lips once more as a phantom feeling of directionlessness echoed through my mind. The realization that I've reincarnated has never hit harder than right now. Knowing that I'll never see my family again... made me question my own purpose.
I got up from my lying position into a sitting down place, crossing my legs as I did. The sun-soaked skin felt like warm towels steamed as they touched areas of my body that hadn't seen the sun's rays.
Kathy...
[Silenced Emotion: 50%]
The thought of never seeing my sister again pains me so much that I felt wetness gather around the edge of my eyes. However, thanks to [Silenced Emotion], I was able to quickly take control of myself again.
I hugged my own legs. Thank god no one else is here to see me in my most vulnerable state. I did choose the topmost penthouse of the skyscraper as my own personal residence for a reason after all.
Eventually, this lasted for a minute longer before I stopped and got up. Looking around at the balcony, the view up this high was incredible, even better than those in the cities since there weren't any extra buildings to block my line of sight.
I content myself to just enjoy the view of the sea of green that was the Jura Forest, before feeling rather parched in my throat.
[Biology] noted how by being in the sun for so long, some of my own water has evaporated.
"Jarvis. Bring me water."
"Right away, Lady Scientia."
In the end, I've decided to embrace the Lady Scientia persona. Trying to change it would be a waste of time.
The sound of an R/C car filled the room as the dumb personal AI assistant I'd built on a whim got to work. Seconds later, the sound of an R/C car grew louder as the autonomous server drone drove itself into the balcony.
A mere flight of fancy, that's all this was, I thought as I went down to pick up the glass of water on top of the drone.
After picking up the glass of water, the server drone turned around and went back into my residence. Staring at its disappearing form with the cool glass in my right hand, I noted how the server drone reminds me the most of a Roomba of all things.
"Hrm." I hummed out as cold water went down my throat, wetting it.
As I down the water given to me by a drone I've built, I'm reminded once again of the fact that I don't exactly know how my technologies work. I'm only given blueprints, not the principle or science behind how they worked.
I'm like a puppet, and that doesn't sit well with me.
I see free will as something integral to me, some might even call it a key part of my own identity.
Right there, I decided I'd learn about how my technologies worked. If I could teach those dozen hobgoblins how to become good bureaucrats within a single day, I could definitely teach myself how my super technologies worked.
Whether through observing the effect of technologies or through what's possible, I will decipher the laws of physics.
I couldn't help but smile.
A new, long-term goal, settled within my mind. A goal that will underpin everything I do. A goal that might not always be there on my mind, but I'll always be working towards it.
It was a rare moment of absolute clarity, one that rarely happens in a person's life. It only happens when they first realize their life's calling, when all temporary distractions no longer matter.
I will achieve the ultimate goal of science.
I will discover everything. To know everything there is to know, to know the truth of the world, the meaning of life, the facts of existence.
Embarrassingly, I did some dramatic but admittedly childish poses and hand gestures as I declared that about myself. I couldn't help it, but at least with [Acting] people would be applauding at my theatrics.
However, I was drawn out of my theatrics when I saw a veritable cloud of birds flying off in the distance.
At first, I was a bit confused, since I had thought that I was somehow the cause of that. Then, [Biology] came in and displaced that idea by suggesting how something must be happening to cause all those birds to fly away.
The only time I've ever seen birds fly away in such numbers was in movies. Disaster movies, like when birds are escaping a volcanic eruption.
Immediately, that memory brought an unprecedented feeling of dread. I've solved every issue that was thrown my way, is the world seriously going to throw me a hurdle in the form of a natural fucking disaster?
Walking indoors, I then turned around to face the balcony.
Numbers, calculations of all kinds like motion, air resistance, vectors, and complex material hardness charts ran through my mind as [Mathematic] got to work helping me calculate the exact steps I needed to take to receive the least amount of damage.
The process took no more than eight seconds as [Mathematic] created entirely new formulas and used existing ones to model my fall and find a way to ensure I could still walk after I landed 60 meters down on the ground.
I started running at a speed of exactly 45 km/h, crossing the distance between where I stood and the edge of the balcony in a single second.
I leaped off the edge.
Now, one may wonder why I don't use Dasher to slow my fall by stabbing into the wall of the pre-fabricated living units made by Rimuru. To that, I say, how much leverage do you think I can get in free fall?
I could lift mountains but that would be meaningless if I couldn't get any leverage. I'll be just fumbling through the air like a fish blabbering around on the deck of a boat.
So instead, I spread my arms out to catch the greatest amount of air resistance like a parachute unfurling itself.
Unfortunately, it only slowed my fall by a couple of percentages.
Yet it was enough.
*Thump*
I slammed into the ground at 116.4 km/h. At such speeds and with my mass, I hit the ground with a force equivalent to an automobile going full speed on a freeway.
Such a move would've undoubtedly been lethal had I been human, but with my new physiology, such a tall fall is just as if I had only fallen from half a meter.
That is to say, I pushed myself up while dusting the dirt off my body and the piece of fabric that can barely be called 'clothing'.
Wait, I'm standing in the middle of a street... that thought made me pause whatever I was doing and look around me. I saw many hobgoblins (even one or two security guards) staring at me with varying looks of shock, horror, or just general disbelief. [Psychology] remarked how they must be experiencing the Bystander Effect since the normal response to seeing a person falling off a skyscraper is to check on them.
Taking this opportunity, I took off running at full speed toward my personal lab. Seeing the many people in my path, I placed one of my charges for the day into [Gymnastics] and started expertly weaving around pedestrians with a bodily agility that felt foreign to my body.
Very quickly, I saw the building which housed my private laboratory.
From the outside, anyone from my old world would mistake it for a bunker. With smooth and slanted walls, the general shape of my laboratory is that of a trapezoidal prism. On one side of the building was a closed door the likes that you'd find as the entrance to a prefabricated living unit and another larger garage door.
Sensing my approach, a section of the building's walls opened up to reveal a single electronic touchscreen-based display. It's a security measure put in place so that no one other than I could get into my labs.
Tapping 15 times on the display in a specific pattern, a personnel door slid open to allow me in.
The door closed as I entered, temporarily showering me in darkness before the indoor lighting turned itself on.
Officially, the lab is a gift given to me by the newly formed Senate. But as it is with politics the truth is far more complicated. In reality, the lab gifting is a political courtesy I gave them, just like me giving them a new Capitol building, to gain legitimacy in the eyes of the people.
My lab is fairly disorganized, with tools, paper, and other lab equipment scattered and strung all over the long tables that are situated next to the walls like toys belonging to a toddler. Its size is around that of the first floor of a typically American suburban house.
Looking through the windowless room lit by artificial lighting, it took me a couple of seconds to find what I needed.
Grabbing it, the object in my hand is a metallic orb with wires poking out of it.
It's a CPU, designed to calculate ballistic trajectories and optimal solutions for close-range combat.
The world's first combat computer and all it needs is a power source to operate it.
Well, it is part of an Aerial Combat System I've designed in my spare time and had the auto-fabricators make.
It's a temporary solution to any unforeseen incidents that require force rather than words.
Physically, the combat system is built around a jetpack that uses rotor blades to generate lift and a large belt-fed electromagnetic coilgun for long and medium ranges while an arm-sword serves as an emergency close-range weapon. The ammo for the coilgun is situated behind me underneath the helicopter jetpack, making it look as if I was sitting on an oil drum. The combat system also contains a helmet that wouldn't look out of place in the cockpit of an advanced jet fighter.
While the aerial combat system doesn't cover a lot, looking more like a basic exoskeleton frame with thick gauntlets where some of the control panels rest, it is that way since I need it to be light enough to fly.
Thankfully, with [Inspired Inventor] I've mostly solved the energy storage issue that plagues modern robotics, so I won't need to haul around a cable or a hulking battery as I go into combat.
It took a further minute to fully strap in and place the CPU deep into the large helicopter jetpack. With my hands holding the coilgun as though it was a minigun, I let out a verbal command of "open the skylight door," and rays of sunlight bathed where I stood.
I should also tell Rimuru what I'm doing...
"Tell Rimuru that I'm examining a disturbance in the forest."
With three helicopter-like rotor blades roaring to life loudly generating lift and another smaller one creating thrust, I lifted myself out of the lab and into the air. The heads-up display showed I was rising at a speed of 12 km/h, and that I could cruise at speeds of 60 km/h for two hours.
I couldn't help but smile as I rose out of my lab. Awe filled every inch of my body like water filling up a container as I started moving.
"I'm flying..." Every human, at least at one point in their life, dreamed of flying. They dreamed of soaring through the skies, free and completely detached from the problems of the world below.
I was no different. There was a period of time in my old life when I dreamed of becoming a pilot. I dreamed of flying above the clouds, flying alongside birds, flying alongside jets, simply being above mere mortals like a god.
Those childish delusions were shattered as I grew up.
But... a sense of child-like naive delight careened through my mind. I could finally accomplish many of my dreams that had been shattered by the hammer of reality. Chief among them...
Space.
The Aerial Combat System stopped itself once it rose to a height of 50 meters, dragging me out of my mind.
Shifting my head to look around me, the Combat System turned alongside my head when it had rotated as far as it could.
Not only was the helmet meant to help me aim, but it was also sensitive enough to detect when I was turning my head and tell the rest of the Aerial Combat System to turn along with my head. At least, when it's in hovering mode.
Now, I flicked a tiny switch on the coilgun, and the Aerial Combat System switched from hovering to moving. As I started moving towards the area where the birds flew off in droves, a realization struck me of how similar the role of the Aerial Combat System is to an attack helicopter.
Very soon, I reached an area of the Great Jura Forest devoid of any trees.
Correction, after a clearer examination, the trees appeared to have experienced some extreme physical trauma and had been severed around the trunks.
Holy shit, what kind of creature (or creatures) could clear out such a large area within such a short time? I couldn't help but think as I held the coilgun closer. With a single click of a button, the machine I held in my hand whirred to life, electricity ran through the magnetic spring that coiled around the barrel of the minigun-like coilgun.
The safety's off now. With a single pull of the trigger, hundreds of metallic shells would get shot out of the coilgun.
I really hope whoever caused this isn't immune to bullets like Dark Lord Sauron, I deliberated as I sped off toward the direction of newer devastation.
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How did it come to this? Kaval wondered, wearing his new stylish armor and bashing another Giant Ant's head in with his sword.
How did his life come from a low-ranking adventurer to trying to find the one who made the crystal knife that somehow ignites if it's slashed too fast?
Dodging the bite of another ant, Kaval continued his thought. Like two months ago, they were only tasked with investigating the disappearance of Veldora from the cave—
"Hup!"
Kaval leaped out of the way as their mage, Eren, a blond girl with a black cloak over her shoulder blasted a spear of ice through the oversized insect, killing it instantly.
After his party had reached the Storm Dragon's Cave, they were knocked out by an unknown monster that took only some of their stuff and left them an ultra-fine knife as a... gift. Offering? Tribute?
Whatever it was, the knife was a fine piece of art. While none of Kaval's teammates had any appraisal Skill or magic, even then they could tell with their naked eyes that the knife was miles ahead of any equipment they could possibly buy.
When they presented the crystal knife to Guild Master Fuze in the hope that he'd allow them to keep the knife as spoils, the man freaked out at the fact that it was made with Magic Ore but NO MAGIC was used in the process of its creation.
Confusing.
Fuze at first thought the grooves on the side of the knife were runes, and when the Guide Master played around by swinging the knife, it suddenly ignited the air.
As in, the knife had a coat of fire.
It was sheathed in a coat of fire, and the most important thing was that there wasn't any MAGIC.
The knife wasn't an enchanted thing.
Fuze then spent the next three days having the crystal knife checked by every magician and blacksmith in the city and they all confirmed that the knife doesn't have any magic, not even Engraving Magic.
Fuze had estimated it to easily be a Rare-grade item, which was a ridiculous notion considering it wasn't a magical item. At best, magic-less items were Normal grade, Rare grade implies the equipment is powerful enough to artificially raise the level of adventurers who wielded them.
So Fuze personally assigned the trio a new task.
Go to the Jura Forest, find whoever made this crystal knife, come back alive with the information, and he'll give them enough money that his three-member team can retire comfortably right after the mission is completed. What's more, he promised the political protection of the Adventurer Guild of Blumund, not subtly implying that he knew exactly who Eren was.
The trio had to take it.
Looks like that wasn't gonna happen, Kaval thought bitterly as after the ice spear ran through the insect, more took its place. It's like fighting the mythical Hydra dragon...
"'Kill one and another two appears'. God damn." He said grimly, not liking their odds he proposed another idea.
"We need to move," Kaval said as he cut off the left mandible of the closest ant before grabbing it. An adventurer can claim a baker's dozen of silver coins if they turn the monster part in at the guild.
His team nodded and was just about to leave before a continuous roar was heard. It was a scary sound that Kaval had never heard before, and if he was forced to describe it, he would say it sounded like a constant cracking of thunder in a rainstorm.
Then, that thunder was punctuated with another, far louder sound of explosions.
*CRACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—ACK—!*
Instantly, all the ants that were shredded by something which caused holes larger than Kaval's head to appear many times on each of the ant's bodies. Insect blood splattered like water from pools underneath a raining thundercloud as even the ground themselves were displaced with numerous small explosions that all combined to form a massive explosion of dirt that filled the air and clogged all sight.
The sound was so scary that his entire team, aside from the newcomer Shizu they had met on the forested path, had basically fallen onto the ground in fright before the roar suddenly stopped as a humanoid covered in armor and carrying a large piece of metal flew out of the treeline and into view.
Winds blew from the flying humanoid, dispersing the clouds of upturned dirt like a gigantic fan.
The humanoid then slowly drifted to the ground like a sycamore seed, its feet hitting the ground and those rotating blades around its back slowing down.
"Hello there."
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[Berserk Mode]- An emergency mode that the Perfect Homunculus would enter into once its mind has fully broken. It can be considered a defense mechanism where Perfection temporarily degrades its own perfection to save itself.
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