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

Serlim stared at Ruslan in astonishment.

Ruslan's eyes were filled with sorrow: "You don't need to say anything for now."

He looked at Serlim Zolgen and said slowly, "It's getting late, you... should rest."

Serlim stood there stunned for a while before turning around, and he gave an awkward laugh.

"Yeah, it's getting late, time to sleep." He scratched the back of his head. "Even if I'm excited, I can't let it affect my rest. There's so much more to do tomorrow..."

"Ruslan, you take care of settling Zero in. I... I'm going to rest." Serim blinked, shook his head, and walked towards his office.

Ruslan and Zero watched Serim stagger away, then heard the door close, and neither of them said a word.

The two, one human and one familiar, stood in the corridor in silence for a long time.

“It’s pathetic, don’t you think?” Ruslan glanced at Zero.

Zero didn't look up; he just stared blankly at the ground.

谷湝

She was thinking about something.

He's not satisfied with my performance...?

So, we're going to continue using us androids, my sisters, to conduct this horrific experiment...?

......

No.

I hate this experiment.

I hate Serim Zolgen.

I don't want me and the other androids who died in this place to go through what I went through. I don't want to.

I don't want this devilish man to modify my body, even though he is my master now.

Ruslan naturally knew what Zero was thinking.

He stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and interrupted Zero's thoughts.

Zero turned her head to look at the man who had been standing next to her with a board, recording the details, while Selim was modifying her, her eyes filled with disgust.

“Let me take you to rest. I hope you can at least cherish the time you have now, Zero. Please allow me to call you that.” Ruslan chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Or should I call you Josephine von Einzbern?”

Josephine von Einzbern is Zero's real name, his name during his time as a homunculus.

"..." Upon hearing his previous name, Zero's eyes dimmed for a moment. "Why do you know my name?... Never mind, you can just keep calling me Zero."

“I feel disgusted to have my name called out by you and people like Serlim.”

Luslan gave a wry smile but did not refute anything.

"Let's go then, Zero. You should rest first." He walked in front of Zero and led the way.

Zero followed silently behind, his eyes returning to their dull and lifeless state.

After taking her to a room that had been prepared a year in advance and was ready for test subjects to rest in, Ruslan left, leaving Zero alone there.

Zero looked at the closed door, reinforced with a magical barrier, which she knew she absolutely couldn't open with her own power, and pursed her lips.

She didn't even bother to look at the room's furnishings; she simply sat down against the doorframe.

She tried to hug her own legs, but found that the sensation from the gemstone's flesh was only hardness.

When her eyesight returned, she looked at her legs and discovered they were exquisite gemstones.

but......

Such beauty appeared on her, yet she could never be happy.

"Ugh—!"

She slammed her fist on the ground, as if trying to shake off her jeweled arm, but only managed to create a crater.

She raised her hand, looking at the hard flesh, tears streaming down her face, yet she gritted her teeth.

“Zorgen…”

A surge of magical power, fueled by extreme hatred, appeared within Zero's gem-like body.

Her jeweled body shone with light.

“Is that so? Well, that’s fine… fine…” Luslan sighed, leaning against the wall outside the house.

boom--

An explosion occurred in one corner of the manor.

Outside the blast site, Luslan Zorgen, one of the researchers involved in the study, was injured, while Arno Zero, whose magical reaction had been triggered, experienced an unprecedented massive collapse.

This explosion was the energy released when she collapsed.

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Chapter 691 The Spirit Tomb: Albion's Ore and Cursed Body

Serlim Zolgen's Research Notes:

February 12, 1795, cloudy.

It failed...

I was so tired last night that I finished writing my research notes and went to sleep. I have no idea what happened...

But when I woke up this morning, I found out what had happened last night.

Zero collapsed...

Moreover, it was an unprecedented massive collapse. The released magic not only caused Zero's physical body to crumble but also triggered a magical explosion, injuring my only remaining assistant researcher, Luslan...

The servants at the manor told me that they came to inform me last night after discovering that Luslan was injured, but I was sleeping too soundly to wake up. By the time I heard the news this morning, Luslan was already in bed, but still unconscious.

But there is some good news as well.

I performed an autopsy on the remaining body of Zero and was surprised to find that his remaining crystalline body still contained magical power.

Magic dissipates very quickly without the restraint of magic circuits. Imprinted magic circuits that have lost their activity have undoubtedly lost their restraining power as well. The same applies to crystal bodies. Since they are already "dead," they no longer have the function of restraining magic power.

However, the fact that the magic that dissipated so rapidly still existed in the dead magic body and was still leaking away proves one thing.

During the explosion, for some reason, the magic did not completely evaporate, but a small amount remained and dissipated until now.

This surprised me greatly. How much magical power must have been involved to have survived until now without completely dissipating? And how much magical power was released at the moment of the explosion?

Half of my manor is gone, and that was under the protection of a heavily fortified magic array. If it collapsed in a place without a magic array, what kind of damage would it cause?

Without a doubt, this proves that my method can indeed create powerful familiars! And extremely powerful familiars at that!

Zero is at best a semi-finished product. I need better materials, so I'll contact Einzbern and get more androids.

I have a direction for the next experiment!

......

Serlim instructed his servants to take good care of Ruslan, and then, after six months, he finally left the manor.

His goal was very clear.

Two things.

The first thing to do is to find your acquaintance, the monarch of one of the twelve departments of the Clock Tower, the monarch of the Mineral Department, Lord El-Melloi.

This generation's El-Melloi is named Maximilian El-Melloi Cuzzarak, but those who know him well usually refer to him as Max.

"Hey Mark." As he walked into Maximilian's office, Serlim casually pulled over a chair.

"Why are you here? Is the experiment finished?" Mark looked at Serlim, who looked drastically different from a year ago, and sighed slightly. "I thought you were going to stay in your lab forever."

They had a very good relationship. Both were from prestigious families and were magic geniuses (compared to ordinary magicians). In addition, they had business dealings and exchanges on magic. Furthermore, the Zorgen family's gems were important props used in the Mineral Department's regular classes. Therefore, Serlim and Mark were as close as brothers.

“Not at all.” Serlim waved his hand. “The experiment reached a certain point and some unexpected things happened, so I came out.”

谷誛

"You must have come to see me about something, since you don't seem to like visiting people much these days." Mark smiled, putting aside what he was working on, and looked at his old friend.

“Yes.” Serlim nodded. There was no need to play games with Mark. “These are all things needed for the next experiment. You should be able to get them easily.”

“Tell me, and I’ll try my best to help.” Mark stroked his beard.

“I need the ores and cursed bodies mined from the depths of the Albian Ridge in the Spirit Tomb, below the thirtieth floor. If it were around the sixtieth floor, that would be even better,” Serim said casually.

"...Let me make sure you're not kidding me?" Mark's expression became quite interesting.

Albion, the tomb of the dead, is a truly magical place.

It is the broken corpse left behind by a dragon that was not moved to the inner side of the world after the end of the Fantasy Age. It died here because it wanted to return to the Inner Sea of ​​the Star. Its broken and scattered remains turned into a huge "labyrinth mine" that extends from the ground to the ground. Although the "tomb owner" Albion's body length may have been only about two thousand meters when he was alive, the depth of the mine has reached more than 80 kilometers. It is the Clock Hole, which is opposite the Clock Tower.

The depth of 80 kilometers is the lowest depth that humans can currently dive to. According to the Clock Tower's estimates, the deepest point could even reach 400 kilometers.

“No, it’s something that’s necessary for the experiment.” Serim shook his head innocently.

"...The Vein Corridor has sixty floors. Why don't you say you want what was extracted from the ancient heart?" Mark's eyelids twitched violently.

"Is that okay? Of course! Then I'll leave it to you." Serim said, "overjoyed."

mark:?

“Sure, no problem. You can apply to convene the Crown Conference yourself, and then I’ll invite all eleven other monarchs, and we’ll go mining below 90 kilometers together.” Mark laughed.

Both of them burst out laughing.

After laughing for a while, I finally stopped.

Mark smiled and shook his head: "I give up. I can only say I'll try my best to help you, but in the end you might only get about fifty floors, and the amount might not be very large."

"Yes, I'll leave it to you." Serlim picked up his teacup and took a sip. "From now on, just ask my butler for the gems."

“Alright, don’t expect me to be polite with you.” Mark’s face twitched slightly. “Also, put my cup down.”

The two chatted for a while longer before Serlim took his leave.

After processing a few important documents, Mark also left his office.