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

His carving skills are superb, and with the aid of magic, he can "manipulate" these ores at will even without the magic of gemstones.

The inner shell is basically the same shape as a human, but the body has a mechanical and rocky texture. At the ends and joints of the limbs, you can see the light emanating from the magic inside.

"Whether it's aesthetics or strength, it has reached the level I've been pursuing!" He looked at his creation with a hint of madness, stepped forward and embraced the cold behemoth. "You will become my familiar, a milestone etched in my family's history!"

He turned and picked up the container from beside Ruslan, which contained the main nervous system that had been removed from Norra's body earlier.

The nervous system was installed in a pre-reserved "slot," and this "body," composed of high-precision mineral parts and a high-quality cursed body, possessed a "soul."

"Now for the final step of the experiment!" he shouted excitedly, "Put the inner shell inside the outer shell!"

The ore possesses the property of "plasticity," and it was based on this property that Serim used magic to shape the "inner shell" of the real flesh and then input it into the "outer shell" of the surface flesh.

The little boy was still lying there, as if he were still the same little boy.

Serlim looked at the little boy, feeling his vitality, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"I did it... I did it..."

"He didn't collapse, he didn't collapse..."

He stroked the delicate and beautiful little boy, caressing his face.

"I will name you, my familiar."

"Your name is anotype.1."

"I will be reborn in this world as my familiar."

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Chapter 695 Monster, Arnold I

As Luslan watched Serlim's obsessive and frenzied admiration of Arno One, his hand holding the pen trembled, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Serim, although you did not inherit the glorious and powerful gem-attribute magic of your family, you are still a genius.

Is he a genius?

Without a doubt, yes.

Even with ordinary water-attribute magic, Serim Zolgen was still among the most outstanding of Lawrence's descendants.

The Arno One, a familiar product of this caliber, is not something that ordinary people can research. Even the minor details of imprinting magic circuits in this experiment are relatively rare technologies.

All of these were proposed, researched, and ultimately developed by Serlim Zolgen alone.

He may not be a genius in the application of magic, but he is definitely a genius in the study of magic.

He inherited his ancestors' pioneering spirit, as well as their talent and pride, but he did not inherit Lawrence's reflective mind.

Serim, you will be a rootless duckweed, carried away by the surging waves in other directions; you will be a boulder rolling down a mountain, becoming more and more frantic as you fall; you will be an old lone wolf, so hungry that you only have eyes for what you want to see.

“You will reap what you sow… and so will I…” Luslan sat down on the ground, exhausted.

Serim, on the other hand, had already completed the final steps.

He made a contract with Arno One, then removed the isolation magic on Arno One's body and nervous system, stimulating Arno One's senses.

Within Arnold I, within Noella Broer's consciousness...

He hugged his own legs, like a piece of waste floating there.

That's reason.

"I'm so scared..."

"It hurts..."

"It hurts so much..."

"Why, why did you do this to me...?"

"I clearly... listened to everything you said..."

"Why... do you still treat me like this...?"

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Various sounds still lingered in his ears.

"That hateful Zorgen..."

"That hateful Serim..."

Their voices were filled with anger and hatred.

"But we were just guinea pigs."

"A failed experiment."

"They are wastes discarded by history and relegated to the margins."

"Even if it is recorded, it will be edited and thrown into the back of the world."

"...We're in so much pain too."

"I'm also in a lot of pain..."

Nora's mouth moved as she spoke along with the voice.

"We are all victims."

“We are all people who hate Zorgen.”

"We belong to the mysterious, and will ultimately be determined."

“I…I am Arnold One.”

“It’s the new name this soul received after Nora Broll died.” He opened his eyes and said sadly, “I know what happened to me.”

"I want to return my consciousness to my body."

"I need to block out my own consciousness."

"I can only...act on instinct."

"Because I... am no longer human."

"I bear the burden of the homunculi's resentment, the burden of their hatred for Zorgen—"

"Monster".

......

Arno-1 opened its eyes.

In those beautiful pupils, there was only chaos.

Serlim Zolgen, however, remained oblivious, looking at Arno's face: "You're awake, child. From this day forward, you will be reborn into this world—"

"As my familiar!"

Arno's presence gradually became apparent as he stood up from the experimental table.

Ruslan closed his eyes in anguish.

Arno looked up at the ceiling, remaining silent.

boom--

A massive amount of magic appeared around Arno, causing a magical explosion that blasted Serim, who was looking towards the future, away.

"Uh-"

Bang!

The blast sent Serim flying directly under a pile of experimental equipment, where he was buried and lost consciousness.

The magic emanating from Arno grew ever stronger, and the outer shell had penetrated into the interior, replacing it with a cold and menacing inner shell.

but......

Driven by the high-intensity magic furnace, various types of magic, including the residual magic power from the Albion dragon in the ore, the magic power belonging to magical beasts remaining from the tailbone of the Hydra and the hind leg bones of the wyvern, were all filled into the complex imprinting magic circuit.

The ore will be "shaped".

Magic shapes the form of the ore, and it shapes Arno's nerves.

Sight, hearing, all senses were regained through a chaotic array of magical attributes and circuits.

It is life, without a doubt.

But it was a flawed life.

The inner shell is reshaped by the expansion of magic, and life itself is searching for the form that best suits it.

boom--

boom--

It was as if the human face had disappeared, replaced by a strange, indescribable head.

Its arms and legs also lost their human form, becoming more like those of a wild beast.

A thick, large tail also grew out from behind it, slapping the ground with a heavy sound.

"Aaaaaaaaahh ...

However, an incredibly childlike voice, like that of a little boy, came from the monster before them, roaring and howling with desperate cries, filled with despair and pain.

The original human-like form, which was about two meters tall, is gone; what stands here now is just a monster.

The monster, nearly three meters tall and strangely shaped, had a rock-like body, but the blue light made of pure magic broke free of its restraints and bared its fangs and claws.

Boom boom boom—

The entire laboratory and the entire manor were shaking, and the servants were in a panic, not knowing what was happening.

The monster, which had completely lost control, had only one thought.

revenge.

To take revenge on Zorgen, to take revenge on the world that gave birth to it.