Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 125 Robocop
Max opened his eyes, turned over and sat up in bed swiftly, then tried some chest expansion exercises and found that the familiar pain in his back was no longer there. It seemed that the wound caused by the whip had basically healed.

Mother Jenna deliberately did not go out to the farm early this morning, but waited by the fireplace in the living room for Max to go out together.

"How is your back injury?" Jenna asked with concern. "Do you want to ask your superior for leave and rest for a few more days? After all, you just finished..."

Max put on the patrolman's uniform that he had ironed and hung on the wall the previous night and interrupted his mother's chatter. "Don't worry, Mom. Today is my first day at the police station. Look at me in this uniform. Do I look impressive enough?"

Jenna walked over and straightened his collar, then unbuttoned and straightened the misplaced buttons. "Of course my son is so impressive. You'll be a government employee in the future, too. God bless you! I never thought this day would come..."

Max gently put his arms around his mother and kissed her weathered and rough cheek.

"Okay, Mom, can you bring my boots over to the door? I want to wash my face first."

Jenna walked to the door and picked up the leather boots that she had washed repeatedly last night, with a complicated expression.

There is only one leather boot...

She tilted her head slightly and looked at her son, who was bending over a wooden basin and scrubbing his face vigorously. He had a tall and strong body, and... a mechanical prosthetic leg with a brassy metallic luster and strange patterns on its surface.

Jenna still remembers how she felt when Max was carried back on a stretcher by several black-clad soldiers late at night a few days ago and she lifted the sheet covering her son and saw the metal prosthetic leg.

Max's deformed calf was sawed off and replaced with a metal prosthetic leg. Jenna broke down and cried on the spot, unable to imagine how cruelly her son was treated.

"Mom, don't worry. I'm not suffering at all. Master Egno from the hospital gave me anesthesia to relieve the pain. The Lord... the Lord personally replaced my limb with a brand new mechanical prosthesis..."

Jenna still remembers the fanatical admiration on Max's face at the time, and the words he kept muttering to himself: "I'm not a loser anymore, and no one will call me Cripple Mike anymore..."

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Yurio got up early in the morning, picked up the luggage he had packed the night before, and hugged and said goodbye to the soldiers who had returned to the dormitory early after morning exercises, with their reluctant eyes.

Yes, he was transferred again.

After working in the Defense Force for less than two months, he received a transfer order personally issued by the lord, from the political commissar of the Defense Force to the trainee superintendent of the Police Department.

"Hey everyone, can you guys stop looking so gloomy? I've just moved from the barracks to the administrative area. I can come back to visit you often, and you can come see me on weekends."

"Captain Yurio, I heard that you were demoted to patrol captain? Why on earth? We all thought you were doing a great job in the defense force..." An old soldier who spoke without thinking couldn't help but complain loudly.

Yurio quickly put his arms around his shoulders and covered his mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a trainee superintendent promoted to the National Police Agency! Do you understand the significance of this? I'll be on the same level as the battalion commander!"

The old soldier whose mouth and nose he covered flushed red in the face, rolled his eyes and struggled hard, and Yurio finally let him go.

"Captain Yurio... Oh my god... Do you know that your mechanical iron arm is about to crush my shoulder and head!"

Yurio froze in place for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had just used two hands... two hands!

Why don't I feel anything at all? It's like... it's as if this is how it should be, as if... my arm has never been chopped off...

He subconsciously looked at his newly installed mechanical prosthesis, and with a thought, he raised his arm slightly, and the metal palm flexibly moved his fingers to make a fist.

The lord did not break his promise. He really fulfilled his promise and restored my severed limb to its original state... Although it was done in the form of a mechanical arm, it is no different from my original real arm.

Even…stronger and more powerful.

Even if the evil beastman who had chopped off his arm stood in front of him now, Yurio was fully confident that he could smash the other's head with one punch.

...Yurio quickly returned home, threw the luggage he brought from the barracks inside the house, and immediately turned around and rushed to the newly built police station.

As soon as he reached the gate of the police department, he saw from afar another lucky person who had undergone limb reconstruction surgery with him - Max Anton.

The other party also noticed Yurio's figure with his sharp eyes, waved excitedly, and greeted him loudly.

"Mr. Yurio! Hi! We arrived at the same time." Max pushed hard on his feet, trying to jog to meet Yurio and enter the police station together.

Who knew that he seemed to be not yet used to the shoeless mechanical prosthetic leg. With a slight push, he rushed forward like lightning. His body immediately became unable to keep balance. He staggered a few times with difficulty and finally fell miserably.

Yurio suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, went forward to help him up, and brushed the dust off his new uniform.

"After the surgery, didn't you listen carefully to Master Harvey's instructions? Before you're fully accustomed to this... uh, alchemical prosthesis, don't do anything too strenuous, or you might get hurt accidentally."

Max grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. He chuckled, "I was careless. The power and speed of that leg were too strong..." He looked around to see if there was anyone around, then leaned over to Yurio's ear and whispered, "Last night, when no one was around, I actually jumped from the first floor directly to the roof with one leg... Oh my god."

Yurio frowned slightly and was about to remind him not to be too ostentatious.

Suddenly, a cold and calm voice rang out from my ears. "Are you two performing acrobatics at the gate of the police station? Get in now!"

It was their temporary leader, Mr. Asdaron, the Lord's chief advisor.

The two men immediately shrugged their shoulders, shut their mouths, and followed him into the police station in dejection.

The lobby on the first floor was empty. Several trainee police officers who had arrived earlier than them were standing in a row against the wall, and no one dared to chat casually.

Mr. Asdalen is very different from General Reiner. He is known for his old-fashioned personality and bad temper. His whole body is wrapped in terrible mechanical armor. A pair of crystal eyes shining with deep red light are embedded in the metal head, making him look not to be messed with.

A disabled retired soldier who had undergone limb reconstruction surgery with them that night did not report for duty on time today because he was hit in the shoulder by an evil orc, and his entire arm and part of the shoulder blade were broken. Therefore, after undergoing a full prosthetic limb with shoulder blade transplant, he needs a longer time to recuperate.

Asdalen coughed lightly, causing the sound-generating parts inside the alchemical instrument to emit a rather funny creaking sound, but no one dared to laugh out loud on the spot.

"You thirty people will be the first batch of police officers trained by the Territorial Police Department."

"For the next month, you will all be required to report to work on time every day and receive specialized police officer training. During this process, unqualified individuals will be removed from the team. Only qualified individuals will have the opportunity to serve the Lord and the people of the territory!"

"Report!" someone stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Asdaren chuckled. "Huh? You understand this military reporting process? Are you a veteran?"

"Yes, sir. I was a member of the Sharpshooter Squad before the restructuring." He touched the back of his head sheepishly and raised his right hand, which was missing three fingers. "Excuse me, sir, in my current state... can I really join the Police Department and participate in the assessment and training? I..."

Asdalen waved his hand to interrupt him, pulled over Yurio and Max who were standing aside, and ordered them to roll up their trouser legs and sleeves.

"See for yourself! Or you can come up and touch it yourself, or let them show you."

The people standing against the wall immediately burst into exclamations.

A few people couldn't help but come forward, some holding Yurio's heavy and solid iron arm, or squatting down to observe Max's brass mechanical prosthetic leg.

"All those who are included in the appointment list of the Police Department, as long as they are unfortunately disabled, will have the opportunity to transplant some powerful metal prosthetic limbs like them." Asdalen raised his voice slightly and announced loudly to everyone.

"Moreover, your limb transplant surgery was performed personally by the Lord."

(End of this chapter)