NovelOLX Chapter 212
Chapter 212
“...Are you insane?”
Loreal asked me, her expression one of utter disbelief.
“What are you going to do with something that’s just a skeleton of bones and circuits? Planning to turn into a skeleton knight or something?”
She seemed somewhat annoyed.
For someone like her—an artist in her own right—it was only natural that completing a piece would mean covering it with perfect skin as a finishing touch.
But I am different.
I don’t need the skin.
Instead of explaining in words, I took my arm and pressed it against a nearby knife.
— Slash!
A deep line of blood appeared across my skin.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
Before Loreal could say anything more, my wound began to heal, slowly closing up.
“...Huh?”
Clearly startled, she asked.
“Are you some kind of troll?”
“No, I’m not.”
In truth, my Super Regeneration ability isn’t much different from that of monsters known for their healing, like trolls.
I could even regenerate a hand if it were completely severed.
However, since the form of my hand was currently mangled beyond recognition, Super Regeneration alone wouldn’t suffice.
By combining it with various healing methods, such as divine power, I could recover quickly.
“I want to buy this.”
It was a proposal to purchase the incomplete product she had been working on.
It was only natural for Loreal to fall into deep thought.
As a top-tier professional, she surely had a perfectionist streak.
And that’s exactly why I was the perfect candidate.
“You mentioned having trouble finding the right biological material for this item, didn’t you?”
“...Yes.”
“I’m probably your best option.”
Loreal’s gaze fell to my now-healed arm.
She sighed deeply before speaking.
“You’re right. My work would reach its highest level of perfection with you.”
“Indeed.”
“But to use my creation as a framework, covering it with your own flesh through your regenerative ability? That’s something I’ve never considered.”
“I imagine so. Are you afraid? That your work might cause rejection when integrated with my body?”
Her eyes deepened as she looked at me.
“...Yes, that thought did cross my mind. But your question made things clear.”
“Clear in what way?”
“I’m confident now. My creation won’t cause any rejection in you. It’ll fool even your body into believing it’s part of you.”
She nodded.
“Fine. I’ll sell it to you.”
I planned to acquire the core component of Loreal’s masterpiece.
And at an incredibly reasonable price.
If I had fists right now, I’d have clenched them in triumph and pumped them into the air.
Too bad I didn’t.
She returned with a notebook and a pair of round, short glasses, scribbling something down.
“The material cost is 750 million Krone. That’s the base price.”
“Understood.”
“The processing fee... I’ll set it at 100 million Krone.”
This was Loreal, the best alchemist. At that price, it was practically a giveaway.
“To prevent any potential rejection, I’ll add some coatings and blessings. That’s another 100 million.”
“Sounds good.”
“And finally, a warranty. I’ll cover repairs for as long as this workshop stands. That’s an additional 100 million.”
“...”
“That makes the total 1.05 billion Krone.”
I glanced at Loreal.
Her expression wasn’t one of someone trying to rip me off. She was genuinely giving me a fair deal.
And indeed, she was.
At the time, his overwhelming talent had made it seem impossible for me to replicate.
‘I’ve got the feel for it now.’
With the hand I’d purchased from Loreal—my “second magic eye”—my magical sensitivity had reached a whole new level.
Now, I felt confident I could recreate that sensation.
Of course, Evan’s magic had been fueled by “blood magic,” which absorbed the life force and blood of others.
I, on the other hand, used my own mana.
Specifically, the pure essence of Earth elemental energy, which now rested within me, having grown to the size of a heart.
The mana was endlessly pristine, flowing through me as I used my body as a circuit to circulate it slowly.
After thousands of repetitions and training since my possession, my senses had become finely honed.
I layered a new interpretation on top of this familiar foundation.
It wasn’t my magic, but someone else’s—a wholly alien spell.
I mapped the flow of Evan’s reverse-engineered circuits onto my body, tracing the unfamiliar paths.
The first attempts were like carving a new route.
— Rumble!
Mana surged forward, forcefully breaking through occasional blockages.
The flow was rough, but everything was still under my control, happening within my body.
I carefully manipulated the circuits, gradually completing the shape and concept of the spell.
Flash!
The instant the spell took its final form, I swiftly adjusted the circuits within my highly sensitive hand.
Shadows are born from the earth; thus, the earth is their higher concept.
My hand acted as a command tool.
I oscillated and rotated the mana, creating countless vibrations and waves.
The result was a streaming flow of mana.
And that was magic.
From my fingertips, bright earthen-colored mana unraveled like threads, coiling and gathering.
— Caw!
The mass of mana coalesced and took flight—a bird.
An earthen-colored raven.
No, not quite.
Unlike Evan’s raven, this creature resembled a hawk.
A hawk of earthen hue.
It soared high, circling above our heads in wide arcs.
“...!!!”
Danya and Elena, watching intently, stared with wide, astonished eyes.
— Caw!
The hawk’s cry echoed, spreading gentle ripples through the air. Danya, captivated, murmured softly.
“...It’s the same, nyah.”
“Really?”
“Yes, except while his raven was dark and ominous, this hawk feels warm and strong, nyah.”
The bird, after all, was a medium Evan had used for his dark magic.
“Well, that’s good.”
It meant I now had the foundation to use Evan’s dark arts.
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Evan’s death had become a catalyst for shifts in the continent’s political landscape.
The balance of power between the continent’s two dominant forces—the Empire and the Holy See—had been increasingly strained.
The death of a high-ranking Bloodstone Cult officer, universally regarded as an “absolute evil,” was a politically significant event.
And it wasn’t just any officer—it was their fifth-ranking leader.
While news of this event was carefully controlled to prevent widespread public awareness, a flurry of political maneuvering had already begun beneath the surface. ʀä????o͍ВĘȿ
The Empire acted swiftly, seizing the opportunity to craft a narrative of heroism.
If academy cadets were responsible for the death of a Bloodstone Cult officer, it would serve as an excellent propaganda tool.
Thus, the Empire began preparations for their so-called “hero-making” project.
Meanwhile...
Holy Constantine.
The Vatican moved to counter the Empire’s plans.
“Ian Blackangers. This man has defied the will of Deus. Ahaha!”
They sent none other than their inquisitors to intervene.