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

"I have to keep experimenting, I have to keep experimenting." His emotions seemed to have calmed down a bit. He struggled to get up from the stool and reached out to open the briefcase on the lab table.

But at that moment, the laboratory door opened.

"Ah!" Serim seemed to be startled and involuntarily fell backward, sitting on the ground.

The suitcase, which was already half-open, was yanked open by Serlim when he fell.

Standing at the door, Ruslan stared blankly at the little boy curled up in the box and said, "Master?"

"What's this?"

Serim, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly scrambled to his feet with incredible speed, holding his staff in his hand, and a magic circle had appeared.

"Master!?" Luslan, still injured, was startled and quickly turned to dodge the water magic thrown by Serim.

Then, as he turned around, Serim used his elbow to pin him against the wall.

"How did you get here? Hmm?" Serlim's eyes flashed red, and his arm around Ruslan's neck tightened.

“Because I woke up, I thought I’d come to the lab to check. Patriarch, let go. I can’t breathe.” Luslan struggled to pry Serim’s arm open with his unbroken right hand.

Serlim seemed to wake up suddenly, taking two steps back. Luslan collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

"I'm sorry, Ruslan, I overreacted a bit." Serim wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly helped Ruslan up.

The two of them stared at the unconscious little boy, Nora Broer, on the experimental table, without saying a word.

“This violates the rules of the Clock Tower, you should know that,” Ruslan said through gritted teeth.

“I have no choice, Roslan.” Serlim clenched his fist. “This experiment must be completed! The interval between the next batch of homunculus from the Einzbern family is too long, so I have no other choice.”

"This is... the only way!"

"I was forced to do this!"

He muttered to himself, it was unclear whether he was speaking to himself or to Ruslan.

"What's your attitude, Ruslan?" Serlim's eyes held a hint of danger as he looked at Ruslan standing beside him.

“I had no other choice.” Ruslan’s voice was tinged with sorrow.

"..." Serim pondered for a moment, "In that case, you can continue to help me keep records."

Serlim sealed off the laboratory, and only he and Ruslan could approach within twenty meters of its perimeter.

That evening, the little boy Nora Broll, whom Serlim had brought back from outside, woke up.

"Where am I?" He cowered in the corner in terror, staring at Ruslan in front of him. "Who...who are you?"

Luslan looked at Norra in front of him, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He gently took Norra's hand, tears streaming down his face silently.

I'm sorry, I can't save you.

Nora stared in disbelief at Ruslan, who was in tears.

Luslan gently called out and pulled Norra into his arms.

"I'm sorry, child, I can't save you."

Although Norra was completely confused and scared, seeing the man in front of her sobbing uncontrollably, he too was overcome with sadness.

He patted Ruslan's back with his small hand, as if to comfort a child.

"Why are you so sad?" Nora asked, her voice trembling.

“I can’t tell you, child, I can’t tell you.” Ruslan held Norra tightly. “Just like even if I can’t save you, I will still stay by your side.”

Nora listened, stunned.

"I will always be by your side, even if you go to the abyss, I will stay with you, forever."

That's all I can tell you.

After giving Nolra some food and water and putting him to sleep with sleep magic, Serim brought Ruslan out.

Ruslan followed behind Serlim, watching Serlim's back, and said in a strange tone, "Patriarch, you have changed a lot."

“I know.” Serlim’s voice was heavy with weariness. “This change was exactly what I wanted.”

Luslan gave a cold laugh and said nothing more, but his eyes revealed self-mockery and sorrow.

Do I really have the right to judge others?

“I’ve only ever thought about one thing.” Serlim’s eyes were filled with determination. “I must complete this experiment! Create the most perfect familiar and fill the gap in the Zorgen family’s gem-attribute magic.”

"That's all I want."

"Even if you don't pay the price for this alone?" Ruslan asked again.

“You don’t need to say anything, Ruslan.” Serlim turned to look at Ruslan. “I won’t change my mind.”

So what are we going to do now?

“Go get what I asked for earlier,” Serlim said, quickening his pace.

He brought Ruslan to Mark's office.

"You're here. I've prepared everything for you," Mark said with a smile when he saw Serlim.

“I knew you were reliable.” Serlim breathed a sigh of relief. “About how much?”

"Two relatively high-quality cursed bodies, one from the 52nd floor, is the tail skeleton of an adult Hydra, and the other from the 46th floor, which, according to testing, should be the hind leg bone of a wyvern. The rest are some ores from the 40th to 60th floors, adding up to about a ton." Mark put down his pen and stood up. "Not all of them are high-quality; some are of varying quality. I could only get these in such a short time, and it cost me a lot of resources."

Ruslan followed silently behind the two men, his body trembling almost imperceptibly.

“That’s enough. This will last me for a while.” Serlim grabbed Mark’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Thanks.”

"Let's not thank each other. I hope you can achieve your wish soon." Mark patted Serlim on the back.

The two returned to the laboratory, carrying a cartload of resources.

“Then, let’s begin the fourth phase of the experiment,” Serim said calmly.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 694 ano type.1, the mad crystallization

"What do you want to do now?" Luslan shielded Norra behind him and looked at Serim.

He knew he probably shouldn't have stopped there; he should have gone with the flow, but...

“You’d better think this through, Master! Serlim Zolgen!” he shouted. “You can’t turn back now!”

"I need to finish the experiment! How many times have I told you!" Serlim pushed Roslan away impatiently. "I know what I'm doing!"

"Everything I've been pursuing is right before my eyes; all I want now is to accomplish it!"

Serlim cast the Mind Tremor spell on the trembling Nolra Broll, whose eyes were filled with tears of fear, and then placed the poor little boy on the testing table.

"Experiment begins, Ruslan Zorgen, prepare to record." His tone was unquestionable.

Luslan staggered to his feet and picked up the pen with his still-functioning right hand.

“You can’t turn back now, Serlim!” he roared, weeping. “I know what your end will be! You’re already on the edge of a cliff!”

"Shut your mouth!" Serlim retorted in an even louder voice. "All you need to do is record the experiment!"

With bloodshot eyes, he cast several layers of spells that blocked his senses at Nora, and then picked up his magical scalpel.

"The first step of the experiment! Based on the summaries of the previous stages, this time, I will make an unprecedented attempt!"

"Discard all physical elements and remove the main nervous system of the experimental target intact while maintaining its activity!"

"At the same time, the body that has lost its nervous system will be kept alive, and magic circuits will be extracted from it and completely imprinted and modified outside the body!"

He continued talking without stopping his hands.

Luslan didn't turn around. He just knelt on the ground, facing the table with his back to the lab bench, crying as he wrote. The veins on his forehead were throbbing violently, and his gums were bleeding from the force he was putting on.

The complete removal of the main nervous system cannot be rushed; this work continued from morning until night.

He placed the brain and a series of nerves, which were still active and functioning but had fallen into a deep sleep, into a magical container, and without pausing, Serlim Zolgen began the next step.

The body, having lost its nervous system, was dissected, and the magic circuits were completely imprinted and removed.

This task took even longer; a week passed before Serlim finally finished.

“This body is still useful.” Serlim was exhausted. He had been using magic to maintain his mind and body, and had only slept twice in more than a week. “It will exist as a vessel.”

"Now we will proceed to the second step of the experiment."

“I’m going back to what my ancestors did.” He picked up a hammer and chisel. “I’m going to shape the ore mined from the Vein Corridor and, while preserving its original special magic, cultivate its activity to prepare it for later installation.”

"After the plasticization and assembly are completed, the experiment will enter the third stage."

During this stage, Serim needs to do more. In addition to shaping and activating the ore, he also needs to maintain the activity of the previously disassembled parts.

Ruslan refused to participate in the experiment; being allowed to stay in the lab and record the process was already his biggest concession.

As a descendant of Lawrence Anno Falgaard, Serlim had mastered exquisite painting, sculpture, and jewelry-making techniques under the family's tutelage, so this level of sculpting was naturally no challenge for him.

But can he really create art?

This step took Serim a month.

He used two cursed objects and minerals to create an "inner shell" that was about two meters high.

He intends to use Nora Broer's original body as a "shell" or "container".

At this moment, all that remained in Serlim's eyes was focused madness.

"Next, the experiment will move into the third step." His tone was excited. "I will modify the magic circuits in the android limbs that remained from the previous third-stage experiment, fully activate and imprint them, and then install them on the inner shell together with the fully activated magic circuits of the experimental subject itself."

During the previous third phase, three samples of each of the remaining limbs were left, each from a different android.

Now, what Serim needs to do is to complete the live imprinting modification of the magic circuits of these remaining samples, and then install them on the "inner shell" or "real body" prepared for Norra.

During the third phase, Serim verified a theory that imprinted magic circuits could overlap.

Now, Serlim is going to put this theory into practice on new experimental subjects.

Four living, imprinted magic circuits were installed on the inner shell, and Serim looked excitedly at the inner shell he had "carefully prepared".