Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 380: Omnic Crisis

The starry sky, the silver moon, the rolling snow-capped mountains... Harvey seemed to have returned to the real world.

But both his vision and perception made him feel clearly that his consciousness was constantly flashing through one "body" after another at an unprecedented speed.

He seemed to have transformed into a "torrent of information" with high-level wisdom and thinking ability.

The previous moment, he was in a brightly lit production workshop, his body fixed on a huge metal base, and his four slender and flexible arms kept grabbing some semi-finished mechanical parts from the conveyor belt, assembling them quickly and transferring them to another adjacent conveyor belt.

"Workers still need to stay on duty tonight to keep an eye on these lovely creatures working tirelessly." A voice suddenly came from my ear. "Every three hours, they need to be shut down for maintenance. Pay attention to their operating temperature. Prolonged overheating...it will shorten their service life."

The cute guy who works tirelessly...are you talking about me?

Lifespan? Maintenance required… Can a metal “tool” like me also be given a lifespan?
Before Harvey had a chance to think deeply, all his senses were immediately lost, and he found himself in the depths of a dark mine again. The narrow mine tunnel was illuminated only by a magic stone mining lamp every ten meters or so.

A heavy gasp came from behind, "Big guy! Stop it!"

Then someone seemed to pat Harvey on the back, causing him to subconsciously straighten himself and slowly squat down.

"Hey! What obedient creatures!" The man laughed with satisfaction. "If you ask me, these alchemical beasts are countless times more useful than cattle and horses. They can easily pull up hundreds of kilograms of ore in one trip, and they're so docile and obedient."

"Of course not. Cows and horses can't descend such a deep mine. Besides, they're nowhere near as strong as this guy. They also need to be fed with fine grass and wheat cakes. It's a lot more troublesome than that."

The man pulled out a small, long-spouted oil bottle from his waist bag and said with a smile, "This thing needs to be taken care of, too. I just noticed some unusual noises in its leg joints while it was moving. It looks like it needs some lubrication..."

More docile and obedient than cattle and horses...but they also need to be well taken care of.

Harvey thought for a moment and felt as if some oily substance was applied to the joints of his body, which instantly eliminated the pain and discomfort in those parts that were originally suffering from severe friction due to the weight.

Wait! Harvey was suddenly shocked!
This body is just an alchemical creation with a transferred soul. How could it feel pain and discomfort?

Before he could fully react, his sight was immediately withdrawn from the dark mine, and after recovering again, he came to a spacious indoor space.

The ceiling above was densely inlaid with a large number of lighting magic stones, providing the entire building with an extremely abundant amount of incandescent light. Several fabric screens divided the interior of the building into independent areas. Occasionally, faint groans and intermittent coughs could be heard from behind the screens, and people in white robes were constantly shuttling back and forth in the compartments.

This is the Territory Medical Center.

Harvey quickly gathered his thoughts and looked down, only to find himself standing in front of a metal recliner. Three slender, segmented arms, each holding a needle and thread, were quickly stitching up the torn wound on the palm of a man with a painful expression.

Next to him stood a man, also in a white lab coat, who was soothing the injured man in a gentle voice. "Don't worry, you were brought here just in time, and the fingers that were severed by the machine have also been found. The medical alchemy beast will sew them back together properly. If nothing unexpected happens, your hand will be fully healed."

Harvey deeply agreed with the opinion of the man in the white coat beside him, and immersed himself in suturing the wound more carefully. While carefully stitching the delicate tendons together, he also continued to inject a special medicine into the broken nerve. This was personally prepared by Dean Egno, and it has an excellent effect on helping the broken nerves to regenerate.

The injured man, pale with pain and covered in cold sweat, trembled his lips and tried to utter, "Thank you, doctor! I almost thought I was going to be disabled. Thank you, doctor!"

The doctor in the white coat chuckled twice, patted Harvey on the hard work, and said jokingly, "Don't just thank me, you should thank this thing the most—it may look like a cold machine, but it's the doctor who truly saved your hand." I... am a doctor too? Harvey suddenly felt a warm sensation in his heart, and a sense of inexplicable joy and satisfaction welled up.

The momentary emotional fluctuation affected the operation of its arm. The man cried out in pain as the needle and thread trembled. The man in the white coat hurried forward to hold him down to prevent his violent struggle from affecting Harvey's suturing effect.

Is it really that painful? Harvey was a little confused. The hospital clearly provided anesthetics.

"Why don't you use anesthetic? Why do you have to endure it yourself?" he asked naturally.

The man gritted his teeth and answered instinctively, "When the foreman asked me what level of medical insurance I wanted to buy, I thought it was useless and a waste of money, so I asked them to buy me the lowest level... Who knew anesthetics wouldn't be covered! Ouch! Be gentle, doctor!"

Before he could finish his words, the man in the white coat beside him suddenly released his arm, stepped back, and said with chattering teeth, "The... the medical alchemy beast actually spoke! How... how is this possible?"

"I, I..." Harvey was also confused as to why he started talking.

The man in the white coat stumbled out of the operating room, shouting in panic as he ran, "Dean! Where's the Dean?! This is terrible! The medical alchemy beast is alive!"

Alive? I...wasn't I already alive?

Consciousness quickly withdrew again.

Factories, farmlands, barns, forests, mining areas...

Botanical garden greenhouse, castle basement, alchemy laboratory, magic academy...

Alchemical creations are everywhere...

Also omnipresent... Harvey's sense of subjectivity.

He was not sure how many alchemical creatures he had entered, but he was always extremely aware that his soul was closely connected to the souls of each alchemical creature and could deeply merge with their thoughts and consciousness.

Harvey felt as if he was at the center of a huge, infinitely extending spider web, and the thoughts and perceptions of all the alchemical life around him turned into tiny streams of information that continuously flowed towards him.

He also felt that the world was like an enormous beehive, and every alchemical life created through soul transfer was like a worker bee controlled by pheromones by this "queen bee", tirelessly surrounding him and working hard without stopping.

They are Harvey.

And Harvey is also them...

I don’t know how much time passed before the idea in my mind emerged again.

[Now, you should understand what the origin is, right?]

(End of this chapter)