บท 227: Getting stabbed by a sword

It felt good to be back at the academy.

Really good.

My short "field trip" might have started out as an incredible adventure, trying out new blueprints and designs, then fighting against giant, ugly worms, but it sure as hell didn't turn out as one.

Yes, the harvest for me was especially bountiful, all things considered. I was probably a pretty solid designer of mechas and weapons by then, thanks to the many designs gifted by the Ancestor and the Horse Gavarels, and the resulting sublimation of my mind.

I was also incredibly full after devouring so many biomechs, and even the physical bodies of two Horse Gavarels. Add to the fact that I had received a "Royal Blessing" or something that cleansed my body from every bit of impurity within it, I was the very embodiment of life and health at its peak.

And yes, I was also incredibly ecstatic that I had not one, but two new experimental mecha cores in my possession, and one was even being devoured at a rapid pace.