In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

dong dong dong.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of Serlim's office.

"Come in." Serlim said without turning his head, holding the thigh bone in one hand and the report in the other.

"Master." A familiar voice came through the door.

"Ah, Khomero, what's the matter?" Serim was still looking at the report.

"Yes, that's right, Patriarch, I..." Homero's expression was somewhat strained, with two beads of cold sweat on his face.

"I...I want to withdraw from this experiment." In the end, he mustered up the courage to say those words.

Serlim finally put down the report and looked at Khomero with some surprise: "...Why?"

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Chapter 686 The Beginning of the Third Phase Experiment

Homer Zorgen's past diaries:

On July 30, 1794, it rained heavily.

I don't know how to describe it, but I've almost had enough...

This is the seventh one.

This is the seventh android to die since I started participating in the experiments!

I just watched as she transformed from a living, breathing person into that state right before my eyes...

But Boss Serim didn't seem to show any other emotion. I know he's been through a lot and... Anyway, I'm almost at my limit!

Ruslan seemed determined to stay in the lab, but Tver was also finding it hard to stand it.

No, I need to find a way to get out of here.

I simply can't bear to watch those android girls who were just chatting with me die at my hands!

.......

"I'm sorry, Master, but... I can't take it anymore." Homer's body trembled slightly. "I know those are androids, but..."

"In short, I want to withdraw from this experiment."

Serlim looked at Khomero's clenched fists and bloodshot eyes, and remained silent for a while.

"...Have you thought it through?" Finally, Serim spoke, sounding somewhat weary.

"Yes." Khomero nodded vigorously.

Seven identical faces flashed through his mind, and he began to lose control of his emotions.

"I really don't want to do this kind of thing again!"

He felt that if he continued to stay in this laboratory, he might go crazy.

"Write a report on what you are responsible for and give it to Ruslan. Then, go wherever you want to go."

Serlim waved his hand and turned around.

Khomero paused for a moment, then bowed deeply: "Thank you, patriarch."

Then he quickly turned and left.

......

After Khomero left, his work was distributed to Serlim's other two assistants.

Aside from being busier at work, nothing else has changed.

The research work is still progressing steadily.

However, what they encountered was undoubtedly failure.

Life was silently resisting Serlim's experiments.

谷胿

After the seventh, there is the eighth, and then the ninth.

On July 23, 1794, the first batch of artificial humans provided by the Einzbern family, totaling ten, all died on Selim Zolgen's experimental table, except for the first one who died due to the high precision of the dissection.

“Without a doubt, we have been failing for almost half a year since February, but fortunately, we were mentally prepared.” Serlim had heavy bags under his eyes. For the past six months, he had basically been in the laboratory, only going out once with Ruslan. “The birth of great magic always takes time.”

"The next batch of androids from the Einzbern family should be arriving soon, but their productivity... you probably understand. Moreover, these top-tier androids are not mass-produced junk, so this batch will still only consist of ten."

Tver looked somewhat agitated and tried to say something several times, but he was intimidated by Serlim's imposing presence on the lab table and kept his mouth shut each time. Ruslan, on the other hand, remained calm.

"Master, once the new batch of androids arrives, should we continue with the previous experimental methods?" Luslan asked.

"No, that was the second phase before. In the previous experiments, I noticed something."

“Subject number eight, the one who is closest to success so far, the one who survived for more than three seconds, has some special characteristics.” Serim pressed one hand to his forehead, looking very tired. “I speculate that there is a reason why she was able to survive for more than three seconds after being connected to other magic circuit imprinted limbs.”

"Those are the magic circuit imprints on her limbs, which are not hers, but foreign ones."

"However, even if it is an external entity, it is still a physical body and will still resist. Therefore, it will still collapse quickly after the docking is completed."

“But I think that’s enough for us to see something.” He paused, tapped the table, and drew the attention of his two assistants.

“Although it’s unclear whether this is a characteristic of androids, this unique ability to accept foreign objects is undoubtedly something we can utilize,” Serlim said with a serious expression. “Whether it’s limbs or organs, as long as there is no rejection reaction after transplantation, our next step in modification will be even bolder.”

"Increase the utilization rate of external objects, completely imprint the magic circuits in the limbs, then transfer them to external objects through installation, and then connect them to the torso through external objects and magic. Is this how we try to circumvent the resistance of that ethereal flesh? This is what we need to do next."

"Understood." The two assistants nodded in unison.

"Tver, is there anything you want to say?" Serim looked at his trembling assistant, Tver.

Tver was the youngest of the three assistants and the only one under twenty years old. The other two were the oldest, 26-year-old Luslan, and 23-year-old Jomero, who had already left.

“…No.” A fine layer of sweat covered Tver’s forehead. After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to remain silent.

“…” After staring at Tver for a few seconds, Serim sighed. “Alright, I’ll give you a task. There are still a few days before the next batch of androids are sent over, so just take this opportunity to relax.”

"What... what mission?" Tver still looked somewhat anxious as he looked up at Serim.

“I have a few blueprints here.” Serlim picked up a thick stack of papers from his desk and handed them to Tver. “Take the carriage back to the large manor and bring them to my father, Valentian Zorgen, and my son, Ivo Zorgen. Have them manufacture a batch of gem-encrusted equipment based on these blueprints and then send them back. Is that alright?”

“No problem.” Tver visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Take a good rest these next couple of days, don't delay the third phase of the experiment." Serlim patted Tver on the shoulder and walked out of the office. "Ruslan, come out here for a moment."

Once Serlim and Ruslan had both left the office, Tver was finally able to wipe the sweat from his head and face.

He looked at the stack of blueprints in his hands, his lips pursed, his eyebrows trembling, forcing himself to calm down with a deep breath.

When he first came to participate in this experiment, he felt that his future might be secured again.

But now it seems...

If this method is needed to acquire...

His hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

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Chapter 687 Collapse Again

Ivo Zorgen's Diary:

On July 24, 1794, it rained heavily.

Today, one of the assistants who participated in my father's experiment returned and handed my grandfather a stack of papers, which were said to be some of my father's research materials and needs.

After the assistant left, Grandpa found me and showed me the blueprints.

The contents of the blueprints looked rather strange, with arms, legs, and even what appeared to be internal organs. I was quite interested; was my father creating a crystal puppet?

Well, I hope my father comes back soon. Even with the help of my grandfather and mother, running the household is still a bit tiring. I hope life will be a little easier.

......

"Patriarch, I think you should calm down," Luslan involuntarily reminded him.

“I’m calm, Roslan.” Serlim walked ahead of Roslan, who could only see his slightly hunched back. “And what are you referring to?”

“I think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately,” Luslan sighed.

Serlim stopped, turned his head to look at Ruslan, his face expressionless, but his eyes were slightly dim.

“I always see hope only to be disappointed, you know that, Ruslan.”

He walked a little closer to the wall, leaned against it, and took a breath: "Do you know why Khomero left?"

“…I know.” Luslan nodded.

“Actually, it’s not just Khomero, you, and Tver, you all have doubts or wavering to some extent, don’t you?” Serlim looked up at the ceiling. “I know, I know all of this.”

“But some things, even if you know them, you still have to do them. Besides, now that my hands are stained with blood, I must make sure this experiment is completed.” Serlim lowered his head, looking at his hands, his voice trembling slightly. “It must be completed!”

Luslan stood to the side, silent, but inwardly he let out a long sigh.

If Jomelo and Tver felt guilt and resistance, didn't Serlim also feel guilt and resistance?

He could sense it, but he had to do it.

At least in Serlim's own world, he had to do it.

“You’re right, maybe I should take a short rest.” Serlim patted Luslan on the shoulder. “Come with me for a walk around London later, just like last time.”

"......it is good."

......

The sun was beginning to set, and this time, Serlim and Luslan did not take a carriage but walked from the outskirts to the city of London.

"Ah, fresh air. It feels like it's been a while since I've felt this," Serim said with a touch of wistfulness, looking at the grass and trees along the roadside.

Suddenly, the noise ahead caught their attention.

"A group of children?" Serim asked, somewhat puzzled.

“We’re quite close to London now, so it’s possible there are children playing here.” Luslan’s gaze returned to one of the children.