Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 546 Silicon and Neural Bond Modification Surgery

The monk thought to himself with a hint of annoyance, but he was not flustered at all.

Others may not know, but how could he not know? Zhang Yuan, who single-handedly led the design of the entire power armor development project, has no less confidence in his masterpiece than anyone else.

"So, the first person selected for deployment will be..."

Amidst expectant gazes, the monk spoke slowly and deliberately, drawing out his words:
"Motty!"

Leaving aside the commotion and noise among the team members after the announcement, Zhang Yuan simply led the still somewhat bewildered half-ogre giant outside.

For the sake of redundancy, the first power armor, which served as a concept prototype, was designed to be extremely tall and robust. In comparison, even the Rosiman barbarian from Minsk seemed a bit short, let alone the two short brothers.

They were eliminated right at the start.

Besides the physique and resilience brought about by his half-ogre bloodline, Morty, as a shaman, possesses a more brilliant mind and a stronger sense of will compared to his barbarian warrior brother.

Then, it's you!
Ignoring the grumbling and howling of those idiots, the two stepped into the Shadow Gate one after the other and arrived at the Shadow Cliff Castle spell laboratory.

Are you sure he knows what he's about to accept?

As soon as he entered, Tyrantir's question reached his ears. The archmage was still flipping through a stack of power armor design and verification records, while the completed armor had been disassembled into its various parts and placed on a nearby workbench for inspection.

As mentioned before, Mr. Zhang was very frank with his teacher regarding any technology related to collaborative research and development projects.

"Of course! Don't you think so, Morty?"

Zhang Yuan nudged the big guy next to him with his elbow and gave him a look.

Morty scratched the back of his head and nodded quickly.

The Grand Master neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead frowned and stared at his cheap disciple until the latter had no choice but to speak up in defense.

"I've already done three rounds of live experiments, and besides, the most crucial implantation step is overseen by you, Professor."

"Is what you regard as the standard the truth you have discovered through your own exploration, or the guarantee of so-called authority?"

"When people stumble through caves and tunnels, the faint light of a candle in their hands or the light reflected from the outside world is precious."

...

"Come here."

Upon hearing his disciple's response, Tyrantir remained silent for a few breaths before turning around and giving instructions.

Under the Grand Mage's command and arrangement, the pre-operative equipment was set up in an orderly manner until the big guy Morty lay on the operating table, blinking his innocent eyes.

"Next, it's time to give him anesthesia."

Tyrantil shook a long-necked bottle, the pale green liquid inside creating ripples on the bottle's surface as it swayed, resembling blooming flower buds.

The anesthetic, freshly formulated by a master, would cost at least a hundred gold coins on the market, but it is just an ordinary step in the entire surgical procedure.

While power armor is certainly an expensive creation, the real core and key factor is the skill required for this modification surgery.

"Anesthesia? What is anesthesia?"

Morty, experiencing this for the first time, accepted the flask with many questions in mind.

"It's like getting drunk and passing out; you lose consciousness and can't feel the pain during surgery."

"Oh."

The burly man gave a vague, understanding reply, then asked somewhat hesitantly:
"Then, can you just give me some wine? I'll be fine even if I get drunk."

One sentence left both master and disciple somewhat amused and exasperated. Zhang Yuan suppressed his laughter and said:
"That doesn't seem to work. Just bear with it until the surgery is over and your condition stabilizes, then I'll treat you to your fill of drinks." Morty's previously somewhat disappointed expression suddenly brightened upon hearing this. He nodded his big head vigorously and then tilted his head back, chugging down the entire bottle of anesthetic.

"And, there are also... snacks to go with the drinks..."

With his eyelids heavy and about to drift off to sleep, the big guy mumbled this last sentence before his body relaxed.

zzz
"can we start?"

Zhang Yuan, who had completed the disinfection and skin preparation procedures using medical alcohol and a scraper, consulted his teacher.

"You should have finished studying the theoretical materials I sent you last month. How much of it have you understood?"

The high priest was in no hurry to perform the surgery, and turned to ask his disciple a question.

"All."

The latter's answer was full of confidence, even nine-tenths, but the following sentence, "However, I lack some clinical experience," weakened the tone and was a deduction.

"Clinical experience should be accumulated before practical operation. Given this situation, I'm afraid you might not be able to master it even after I've completed several surgeries."

As he spoke, the Grand Master gazed into his disciple's eyes and slowly asked:
What's the rush you're going through?

"I intend to do my part for the cause of slave emancipation in the Sword Coast."

Tyrantir was taken aback at first, an incredulous expression on his face, before his brows furrowed.

"You're not trying to snatch food from human traffickers, are you?"

The Grand Master knew his disciple's character perfectly well. He wasn't exactly wicked, but if he insisted on putting on a righteous and awe-inspiring act, he would be the first to disbelieve him.

"Well, granting them the status of subjects is better than being slaves, right?"

"Scalpel."

The teacher, too lazy to argue any further, gave the order rather irritably.

Zhang Yuan, acting as an assistant, quickly handed over the knife. The gold-plated, sharp, enchanted blade easily sliced ​​through the half-ogre's rough, tough skin, penetrating right into its flesh.

At this moment, the Grand Mage, like the most skilled surgeon in his previous life, used his superb skills and magic to separate the nerve fibers as fine as hairs.

"Fixed nerve bundles".

Zhang Yuan followed the instructions and used specially made tweezers to grasp the delicate nerve fibers.

A series of magical rituals, including living tissue enhancement, ganglion silicon bond transformation, activation techniques, false perception, electrical pulse weaving of barriers, and organ enhancement, unfolded in Tyrantir's hands.

The towel flew around unattended, wiping away the sweat from the archmage's forehead. The uninterrupted surgical procedure had been going on for nearly four hours.

As a healing spell was cast, the flesh surrounding the last external neural hub on Morty's right chest rapidly healed, coagulating into reddish-brown scabs that resembled flower petals encircling the interface.

The nerve fibers within the hub have been twisted and reshaped by arcane energy, and the silicon-crystallized terminal ports are neatly arranged in a ring-shaped external interface, which at first glance looks somewhat like an analog line connector.

There are six similar interfaces, symmetrically distributed on the shoulders, chest, and thighs. With this, the modification surgery is complete!
After sitting down for the surgery, even the Grand Master felt a little tired and his breathing became slightly rapid. Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, was fine because he was young and healthy. He remained silent and absorbed in the operation his teacher had just performed.

"Oh, when will Morty wake up? We'd like to test the actual effect."

After a long while, Zhang Yuan, who had finally recovered from his mental replay, hurriedly asked.

"Let him sleep first. We'll talk about testing after his vital signs stabilize and he's adapted to the external nerve conduction organ in a few days."

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