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

Serlim didn't notice that he wasn't in the mood to stop and admire the group of children: "Let's hurry into town, I'm getting hungry."

谷畮

"it is good."

This attempt to clear one's head clearly failed; the atmosphere of dramatic change taking place in London was equally oppressive.

"Speaking of which, did Young Master Ivo send you a letter before?" Luslan asked as he walked, eating a hard, salty piece of toast.

“Ah, that.” Serlim was also munching on a piece of bread. “It seems to be about the changes inside the Clock Tower, and whether modern magic should be included in the twelfth department, which is currently the eleventh department.”

"Because of the recent rise of industry, the magic world has also been greatly affected, and this emerging discipline has gradually become impossible to ignore. So these voices have been around for the past two years, but I didn't expect them to intensify at this point in time." Serim seemed uninterested.

"And what was your response?" Luslan couldn't help but ask.

"Give it some support, I suppose. I'm not particularly interested in that school of thought itself, but I have a feeling—those who lead the pioneering efforts usually succeed; it's an inevitable trend." He chuckled, as if mocking something. "So, if a school is destined to become one of the twelve disciplines, shouldn't we support it instead of offending it?"

"I see..." Luslan's expression was enigmatic; indeed, this was the thought process of a patriarch from a powerful family...

The atmosphere along the way was somewhat oppressive, and the road remained hot even at night, making people restless.

Amid this somewhat oppressive atmosphere, the laboratory's experiments entered their third phase.

"Tver, cut off the left arm." Serlim positioned the android in front of him in a starfish position and said to his assistant, "I'll take care of the right arm. Ruslan, take notes and don't miss any details."

"Understood." The two nodded together.

Serium severed the magic circuits in the androids, using special methods to keep them active.

The android woman's two arms were removed, and the bleeding was quickly stopped.

“I’ll demonstrate once, and you watch carefully, Tver.”

Thermim took out a glittering gem arm from the container behind him and placed it next to the android arm.

He first skillfully imprinted the magic circuits inside his real arm into a living body, but this time, he wanted to go even deeper.

Then, the fully imprinted, but still active, material is removed from the body.

“This is a theory that has been verified before, it won’t fail. Note that you need to be fast,” Serim said without looking up. “Make good use of the advantage of our water-attribute magic.”

It absorbs life force and then quickly extracts the magic circuit that has been completely imprinted on the living body.

“This is… a materialized magic circuit…” Tver murmured, looking at the strip-shaped object emitting a faint blue light in Serim’s palm.

Serlim ignored him and instead placed the object on the gem arm.

"...Success! This is the prototype." When the light from the imprinting magic circuit could no longer be seen, Serim finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This proves one thing: his direction was correct, and continuing research in this direction was the right thing to do.

Subsequently, under Serlim's supervision, similar procedures were performed on the other three limbs and the torso below the thoracic vertebrae.

"Prioritize upper limb docking, then lower torso, and finally legs."

The laboratory, staffed by only three people, was making slow but steady progress.

But at the very end, when the last crystal lower limb was attached to the crystal torso, the android's eyes suddenly opened.

Then, her remaining body collapsed in a way that was both familiar and painful to the three of them.

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Chapter 688 The Era of Unstoppable Progress

Serlim Zolgen's Research Notes:

I didn't check the weather forecast for August 30, 1794, but it was probably sunny.

The new cyborg experiment has failed again, without a doubt.

Even with an artificially created gemstone body, collapse is still inevitable. Not only does the body collapse, but the magic circuits within the gemstone, which had been fully activated and imprinted, also disappear. All that remains is a gemstone body devoid of magic, which cannot even be reused.

Analysis of the gem body that had lost its magical adaptability revealed that it was a chain reaction. The source of the magic circuits was the same person, and the activity was lost in the same person. When the activity was lost, it was equivalent to "killing" the body. Because of the magic circuits, the gem body was considered a body, so it was also "killed", which manifested as the loss of magical adaptability.

This news was absolutely terrible for me. In terms of size, it's not so bad, but even my father couldn't make multiple of these high-precision gem bodies in a short period of time. The fact that they can't be reused is a heavy blow to us.

I need to change my research approach a bit; this laboratory can't keep going with low-productivity and relatively precious gemstone bodies.

......

1794 10 Month 9 Day.

The second batch of the third androids collapsed on the experimental platform.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

The assistant named Tver Zorgen involuntarily knelt on the ground the instant the android's body collapsed, kneeling amidst the pus flowing on the ground after the collapse, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

"Why—why did I fail again!" His hands gripped his pants and the flesh beneath them so tightly that the veins bulged. "How many more times do I have to go through this—this damn thing?!"

"I really, really..."

"I don't want to do this experiment anymore..."

He scooped up the pus and cried out in utter helplessness.

Serlim and Ruslan stood to the side, looking at Tver with complicated expressions, but... neither of them said a word.

In this laboratory, lives are taken away one by one by hand. Even the artificial humans have the appearance and structure of humans. Apart from being a little whiter, they are almost no different from humans.

And yet, here they were, taking the lives of these androids one by one. And each of the androids, except for the first one who died during dissection, died in a very tragic manner.

That's a collapse!

The collapse at the cellular level is a form of resistance from life itself!

All the cell walls ruptured simultaneously due to the magic. Except for the hard bone cells, the other cells collapsed in a matter of seconds to minutes, turning into thick, bloody pus.

They went through these twelve times in total.

They are not wicked people, nor do they have any special quirks. One can imagine the pressure they must have endured during the six months they spent here.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Tver finally stopped.

Tears still clung to the tip of his nose as he looked up at Serlim, his eyes slightly red and swollen: "Master, I want to leave, is that alright?"

"...Write a report on what you're responsible for before you leave." Serim closed his eyes, leaned on the lab bench, and coughed twice.

"......Thank you."

Tver looked as if he were carrying a heavy burden as he stood up, bowed deeply to the front, it was unclear whether he was bowing to Serim or to the human bones lying on the experimental table, and then silently turned and left.

After a long silence, Serlim stood up and looked at Roslan, who was slumped in a chair, lost in thought: "So, you're leaving too?"

Luslan paused for a moment, then fell silent before shaking his head.

“So, this lab is just the two of us left.” Serlim pulled over a chair and slumped down on it. “It’s a little better than I expected; at least I’m not all alone.”

"...So the experiment continues?" Luslan asked sullenly.

“Continue,” Serlim answered decisively. “Even if I’m the only one left, I will continue this experiment.”

谷鄓

“…I’m going out for a walk.” Luslan stood up. “Patriarch, both you and I should rest for a few days first.”

“Okay.” Serim nodded as well.

......

Luslan arrived in London alone by carriage, while Serlim, though also resting, did not choose to leave the laboratory.

After arranging for the carriage to be parked at the city gate, Luslan walked into the city of London.

He came to London without any particular purpose, or rather, he was just looking for something.

He walked to an intersection, looked inside, heard children playing, went in, and found it was indeed the same group of children from before, but...

But a few people were missing.

Among the missing children was one he cared about, a child named "Norla Broer".

He couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Hello, where is your friend Nora?"

One of the older-looking children looked at Luslan warily: "They're here again to take people to the factory! Everyone, run!"

Luslan: ?

Before he could ask any more questions, the group of children scattered like birds.

“This…” He remembered what the leader of the children had said.

So that's how it is...

At the end of the 18th century, the rise of industry in Britain led to extreme social chaos, resulting in a huge number of new and vacant jobs.

In this era, almost the entire population is working.

One crucial point is that... child labor was not prohibited in this era.

Moreover, child laborers were treated very poorly, and some of them could even be considered slaves.

Luslan clenched his fist slightly, then relaxed it.

This is the norm here, in this society.

With a sigh, Ruslan turned and left.

The next day, he found Serim: "Master, let's continue the experiment."

Serlim looked somewhat surprised: "What, aren't you going to rest?"

"No need, let's continue." Luslan's expression looked somewhat strange, as if he were in pain, yet also as if he were sad.

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

......

The experiment continues.

However, their positive attitude did not bring them good luck, and the experiment became more difficult to proceed due to the decrease in the number of participants.

Fortunately, Ruslan and Serlim have gradually become familiar with the experimental process.

After the third android died, came the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...