Chương 58: History of Metanaur and The AI Human

"I just wish I could have saved him... or at least his body," Drake said, his voice heavy with regret, as he wiped away his tears and settled, opening his beer. The sound of the can opening resonated in the quiet night as he took sips, seeking solace in the bitter brew.

"Why did they take his body away?" Aaron asked, his confusion evident in his furrowed brows.

"They wanted to extract the Metunar from him," Drake replied, his tone tinged with a mix of anger and resignation.

"What is that?" Aaron inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Drake reached for his swordcase, his movements deliberate. With slow precision, he revealed a shining purple blade, captivating in its ethereal glow.

"This sword is made of Metunar, also known as living metal. It possesses incredible properties—it can spread, change shape, and is so hard that nothing but another Metunar can break it, and even that is rare," Drake explained, his words carrying a sense of awe.