Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The damage dealt by [Hyperdimensional Particles] relies on dimensional expansion within a very small area, and this expansion requires the use of energy from the endless void dimensions.

The moment the expansion ends, the borrowed energy must be returned to the endless void dimension.

Clearly, this energy can only be extracted from the vicinity of the point where the hyperdimensional particles erupt.

It can either retreat to negate a powerful enemy attack or advance to turn a weaker enemy into a dried-up corpse.

Hyperdimensional particles are dimensional weapons that can destroy a universe if there are enough of them.

Of course, this number is something An Ran could never imagine.

Besides, why would she bother blowing up the universe?

After entering the drawings into the drawing library, An Ran whispered, "This thing can't be used carelessly on our own turf."

That's not how you burn money.

A single hyperdimensional particle is enough to destroy more than a dozen psionic towers.

A single super-dimensional particle is enough to bankrupt Anran completely.

Wouldn't it be better to save this money and create more Guardians?

"To be honest, I'm still at a loss."

Anran traced his index finger across the star map of the region ruled by the Full Metal Cult; there was no escaping it.

In another ten days to half a month, the fusion of the Power Stone and the Ancient Essence will be complete. Then, hehe...

……

The turmoil at Dawn Camp quickly spread throughout the Star Tree Starfield via news media, and the neighboring Silent Land also received the news.

At that time, Tsukiya was idly swinging her legs in the basement of the tower, while Jill was condensing her elemental power opposite her.

"Is this fake news?"

Tsychia screamed and jumped off the high stool.

The scream startled Jill.

"What happened?"

Jill assumed a fighting stance and looked around in a panic.

"Come here." Tszkya beckoned to Jill.

She pushed the virtual screen displaying the news in front of Jill.

After a while, Tsykia asked, "I've finished reading it. What do you think?"

Jill asked in a daze, "A top-tier Star Killer, stronger than Willock and Cherny?"

Tsychia nodded: "Mm."

Jill asked tentatively, "I remember Willock and Cherny are several hundred years old, aren't they?"

Tsykya nodded again: "Mm."

Jill clenched her fists and shouted, "I knew I wasn't wrong!"

Meow?

Tszkya looked at Jill with a puzzled expression.

Jill chuckled to herself, "Ella increases her strength by eating metal. Anran was able to help Ella grow to this level in such a short time, which proves she really has the power of money. Haha, Anran and I signed a contract, so I'll be a rich woman in the future!"

"..."

Tsykya's body stiffened.

So all you care about is this trivial matter?

Oh.

correct.

Upon closer reflection, Jill's words make a lot of sense.

Where did Anran get so much metal?

Did they strike gold?

Should we ask her for some information?

After all, Silent City is short of money.

……

While the outside world was amazed by the achievements of the Mechanicus, Anran had already returned to the base with Ella.

She wasn't in a hurry to level up; the triple experience card effect hadn't run out yet, so why not take advantage of this time to gain more experience?

If you level up, you'll get much less experience doing the same thing.

An Ran went straight to the Machine Soul Tower as soon as she returned to the base.

Since she came through the Star Gate, it only took her four hours in total.

At this time, the believers in the square in front of the Machine Soul Tower had not yet dispersed. They consciously stepped aside to make way for An Ran.

The only sound in the vast square was the clatter of Anran's shoes on the floor.

The believers looked at their prophet with fanatical eyes.

A great prophet, a propagator of the divinity of the Omniscient God, a defender of the doctrines of the Cult of the Machine God, and a person who identifies with the consciousness of the Machine Soul!

This time, the prophet once again made the world aware of the greatness of the God of Hosts!

Ah, what a beautiful and captivating figure!

Amidst countless intersecting gazes, An Ran walked up to the wandering consciousness she had turned into a mechanical orange cat.

“I brought a friend with me,” An Ran said in a voice only she could hear.

The detached consciousness showed no reaction.

However, after An Ran retrieved the free consciousness she had brought back from the sea of ​​ethereal energy, the orange cat moved.

This is the first time it has spread its wings on its own initiative without Anran's permission.

The tranquil mechanical jungle has undergone astonishing changes.

The boundless starry sky above was shrouded in a layer of pale purple mist, which slowly danced around An Ran's right palm.

"God, a miracle!"

A fanatic shouted.

"It is the God of Hosts spreading the gospel!"

The square resounded with thunder.

Countless believers raised their heads.

They watched as An Ran raised her right hand, and her illusory, detached consciousness floated into the air, circled a few times, and then suddenly fell into the body of the mechanical orange cat.

hum~

The bells tolled long and deep!

All the believers shuddered simultaneously.

They felt as if they had been enhanced, and the mechanical equipment they wore had also been enhanced.

Praise be to the God of Machines!

I don't know who shouted it first, but soon, only that one sentence remained in the entire square.

Praise be to the God of Machines!

In an instant, the power of faith increased rapidly. This operation directly increased the total faith value displayed in the third branch of the quest "Mechanical Tomorrow" - "Wall of Believers" by 21 units.

We are one step closer to our goal of 1 cubic meters.

"It seems like this is a very wise choice," An Ran thought to herself.

The fusion of two separate consciousnesses produced an unexpected phenomenon.

Miracles, that must be something like this.

The newly merged, free-floating consciousness's level jumped directly to 194.

An Ran whispered, "Just stay here and relax."

Anyway, she doesn't need the detached consciousness to fight for her; it's enough for it to occasionally display a "miracle".

The merged consciousnesses were much more obedient than before, perhaps because one of them had been subdued by An Ran.

Although it remained silent, it tacitly accepted Anran's arrangement.

Meanwhile, outside the base, on a spaceship that was gradually approaching.

The pretty young girl suddenly said, "Hey! This is just a charade, there's no such miracle."

The young man next to her immediately glared at her: "Don't speak ill of other people's beliefs!"

The girl said aggrievedly, "But I think she's lying. The last time we met, the Cult of Machines hadn't even been established yet."

"When you think others are faking it, others will also think we are faking it. Are you going to deny the existence of the Primordial God?" the young man said seriously.

The girl chuckled and said, "How could that be?"

The young man shook his head: "Anyway, don't say anything during the negotiations later, understand?"

"Yes—" the girl drawled out.

……

After successfully merging the two separate consciousnesses, she returned safely to her residence, but as soon as she sat down, she received a message from the AI.

"The people from the Originium Worship Ceremony want to meet with me?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment.

She quickly realized that she had heard the name before.

That was during my first meeting with Nezel, when Nezel mentioned two impressive resumes of the Flanor Foundation.