I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"A combination of rune technology and soul crystal refining technology! I can give metal life force. I infuse my soul into it, and it will exist as my new arm. The power of the soul changes it!"

After Strade finished speaking, he looked at the two confused people with a smug look on his face. The Oasis figures on the other side of Sun Yang's screen were also confused.

"It seems to be useless...Metal itself can't think or heal itself. Maybe the puppets here can be used?" Rukatiye complained.

"We have a mind core, and if we want to use the physical body, we also have a similar reading chip." Crochet added.

"Any technological advancement requires time to accumulate. In short, I can make your prosthesis accept miracles like natural bones. What do you think of the First Princess?" As Strade spoke, he crossed his arms, not treating the person in front of him as a noble princess at all.

His strange manners seemed to last only a few minutes.

"Dear Mr. Strade..." Rukatiye cleared his throat and formulated his words.

"Stop, stop, stop. It's enough for me to know that you agree. At this stage, my tempering technology has matured. You just need to hand over the finished prosthesis to me so that I can enchant it." Strade really didn't want to talk too much with this rough guy. He should do something else with this time.

"I have a question. Does enchanting your body affect its strength?" Kroki asked quickly.

"Are you the puppet responsible for mechanical development? Let me explain briefly. Tempered objects require the soul power provided by the physical body to operate." Strade coughed.

"Isn't that still a rune prosthesis?! What have you done?! That thing is a soul-eater!" Crouch grumbled fiercely.

"Don't worry. I can optimize the vitality required to power the limbs. After gaining soul power, this prosthetic will be both protected and strengthened by the soul's power. As I said, the soul has transformed it, allowing it to repair itself... strengthen itself...! This is a powerful weapon!"

As Strider spoke, a kind of glittering fire appeared in his eyes, as if he was introducing his greatest masterpiece.

"Anyway, it's stronger and can self-repair. I don't want to learn this soul magic... Anyway, all problems solved. Ms. Rukatiye, please return to base and prepare. We'll ask Onefix to perform... enchantment." Crocchi sighed again as he mentioned enchantment.

"Do you need to adjust the equipment? Honey, please send me back to the base temporarily. We will meet again after the model is decided." Rukatiye hugged Sun Yang and kissed him, and then Sun Yang transported him back to the base with great effort.

Ugh, it feels heavier. After consuming a large amount of magic power and part of his soul, Sun Yang sent Rukatiye back to the base. As he took a breath, he saw Strider waving at him.

"Master Sun Yang, your expression tells me that you have something to talk to me about." Strade said with a slight smile.

"Really?" Sun Yang touched his face.

"My intuition and experience tell me this. Well, while the princess is doing the experiment, let's have a good chat between us two men. If you are worried, you can call a few more puppets to protect you." Strade said with his arms folded.

"No need. I trust you." Sun Yang took out some soda and cold beer and placed them on the floor in front of him. He pulled over a cushion and placed it under his buttocks, and also took one for Strade.

"Thank you," Strade said, sitting down cross-legged and drinking a bottle of beer. "Master Sun Yang, I believe you are worried about my departure?"

564 A little chat

"Why do you say that? What did I do to make you feel that way?" Sun Yang unscrewed open a bottle of herbal tea and took a few sips.

"No need to hide it, Master Sun Yang. You know what kind of energy I'm looking for. Your puppet always says you have special prophetic abilities, and I believe it." Strade looked at the empty beer bottle in his hand and couldn't help but admire it. "Beer brewed with malt is still the best. It's much better than the beer here."

"Have you found the energy left by Swallow? Did you leave anything else, such as news about Ciri?" Seeing this, Sun Yang asked directly.

"I found the note left behind, and there are still a few residents nearby who are not dead. Although the process is complicated and difficult, I managed to capture some remaining power." Strade stretched out his hand, and a glimmer of light flashed at his fingertips from time to time.

Once upon a time, in the "Witcher" series, there was a woman with ancient blood named Ciri who tore open the curtain of the world, arrived in Night City and lived here for a while.

The reverberations of the power that tore the world apart were captured by Strider and became the tiny power he possessed.

"You've gained the power to travel across worlds, the same power I have. It seems you'll soon no longer need my assistance. Freedom beckons." Sun Yang looked at Strider. The power seeping from his fingertips gave him a familiar feeling. It felt a bit like being thrown into a toilet... the same feeling as traveling to another world.

"I will leave in due time, but not now, not here. Master Sun Yang, I, Shitride, am not a heartless or ungrateful person." Shitride put his hand down and refuted Sun Yang's statement. "Master Sun Yang, you have a goal, and everything you do is working towards this goal."

"Well, prepare everything, return to a fucked-up world, and clean up the fucked-up things there. That's my goal." Sun Yang drank the herbal tea and burped.

"I am your court mage, Master Sun Yang. Your goal is my goal. I will not leave until you have completely resolved your world." Strade uttered these words with some sincerity.

"Why are you talking so corny?" Sun Yang really got goosebumps.

"My magic, my wisdom, my strength are at your disposal until you no longer need me. Does this put you at ease?" Strade opened the second bottle of beer and slowly blew it.

"Even if you didn't say so much, I would still believe you. Even if you are a strange old man, at least we have lived together peacefully for a long time." Sun Yang sighed.

"Master Sun Yang, I see your deep anxiety and your distrust of others. This is not surprising. I once served as the chief mage of Oraphis, and that cowardly and mad king listened to the whispers of the priests and turned me into a stone statue."

"After being unpetrified, I thought about it for a long time. I think there are some things I must say. Master Sun Yang, I thank you for your trust so far, so I will respond to your trust. I swear to you that in your final battle, I, Strade, will accompany you to the end." After Strade finished speaking, he threw the empty bottle into the trash can beside him.

"Then I'll remember this. Uh, I don't like this kind of corny scene, especially hearing an old man say that. Even if it's a girl." Sun Yang complained.

"For mortals, exchanging for a young and strong body is a tempting choice. I haven't considered it yet. This old body is full of magic power, there is no need to give it up." Strade glanced at Sun Yang, "You should... not have any thoughts about me, right?"

"Have you been to too many weird clubs? Big Bird Turn Turn Honorary Member? I'm warning you, if you can't hold it in, go find a sex doll, don't think about my ass." Sun Yang looked at Strade suspiciously and felt his anus tighten.

Damn it, this old guy is not really going to fuck me, is he? Sun Yang quickly threw these horrible thoughts out of his head.

But don't be so meddling in other people's personal lives. Strider has been with me for so long, always doing research and fighting honestly. If he really needs to deal with personal matters, he goes out and handles them on his own. So what if he has an XP anomaly? He's not causing me any trouble.

"I must state that I'm only interested in young, healthy female humans with vibrant souls," Strade explained immediately after noticing Sun Yang's wild thoughts. "My sexual orientation is normal, and I know what I can and can't touch. Don't dwell on this."

"I once thought you would be interested in the humanoids under my command." Sun Yang couldn't help but say.

"Your soul puppets are filled with your soul. They are all part of you," Strade's expression changed constantly. "You have also imagined that I would touch those puppets filled with your soul? Master Sun Yang, how could you have such a disgusting idea? You usually like to play by yourself, so I just close my eyes and pretend not to see it. Don't think that I might get involved, okay?"

It seems like the undead in my family always thinks that the human forms are all my own clones...because they are filled with my soul.

From their perspective, I just talk to myself all day long and do my own thing when I have nothing to do...

The more Sun Yang thought about it, the more curious he became.

"I don't know how Ms. Rukatiye accepted to be your partner. Master Sun Yang, I really don't want to discuss this with you. I have decided to pretend that I know nothing..." Strade's face was full of discomfort.

"Okay, let's just pretend we never talked about this." It was a bit embarrassing for him that Strider was still willing to follow him despite having such a strange impression.

"Phew... That's all I have to report. I might have to go back to Dolan Gureg in a few weeks to deal with some unresolved matters." Strade looked visibly more relaxed. "I have to go to Twisting Street later."

"No problem. Speaking of Dolan Gureg... it seems, it seems like something happened..." Sun Yang scratched his head hesitantly, as if he had forgotten something.

I've been so busy dealing with all sorts of shit in Night City lately that I haven't had time to worry about other places. I've basically been relying on the T-dolls to run things on autopilot. It seems like I haven't forgotten anything.

Beep beep...A signal sound rang in Sun Yang's ears. He waved his hands in front of him, and the agent's face appeared in his sight. At this time, she was holding a brick in her hand.

"Master, the bricks in your office are suddenly vibrating violently. I think you need to understand this situation." The agent said, lifting the bricks.

Brick? Magic brick?

Farmer! It's an order from that great wizard, the Farmer! It's over, it's over, I forgot all about it! I was so busy messing with the people of Night City that I completely forgot about the Farmer.

In an instant, Kongtong, worries about the future, and questions of loyalty were all forgotten. Cold sweat gushed out of Sun Yang's pores.

It’s over, I’m going to be beaten by the farmer magician.

"You go ahead and do your thing." When Strade saw Sun Yang's expression that looked like something was wrong, he immediately turned over and slipped away from the balcony. What happened next was not something he could find out.

Sun Yang swallowed his saliva, sent the magic brick over, and nervously pressed the call button.

"Finally got through. Hello? When will my order arrive? I've been waiting for a while." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone. It was the farmer.

"It's almost done. We're already in the final testing phase. Has it taken a long time for you? I just got there a few days ago."

Even though there was not even a hair left, Sun Yang had to first explain that it was almost done to calm the customer down.

"Time and space turbulence? Then hurry up and send me a message when you're done." Fortunately, the farmer mage on the opposite side was not in a hurry to use it. He hung up the phone after giving a few instructions.

It seems I need to go back to Dolan's Creed, preferably soon. Night City seems to be fine now, thankfully I'm almost done with it...

Sun Yang quickly found the order and urgently asked Oasis's scientific research department to get the order first.

565 Some Preparation

To be honest, Sun Yang is not so worried about the farmer's strength now. From his previous observations, the opponent's physical performance can only be regarded as the peak of human beings.

Of course, after so much time, the farmer's fighting ability might have been further improved. But the farmer was not immortal after all. He needed to constantly train his body and hone his fighting skills in the face of life and death in order to grow.

While his physical potential and growth rate were far inferior to those of the undead, who could devour souls and whose death was a minimal cost, Sun Yang was still confident in his own combat prowess. He wouldn't be ripped off in the next transaction.

But after all, the other party can really make a magic ring. Just for this reason, Sun Yang has to be respectful to him. He is a magician who can make magic equipment!

In the next few days, the Oasis's scientific research department produced some relatively low-end weapons to be delivered to the farmers. At the same time, with the assistance of the birdman, Rukatiye underwent surgery to determine the level that Rukatiye could bear.

That morning, while Sun Yang was handling some trivial matters, he received a communication request from the base.

Good morning, Professor. Ms. Rukatiye's testing has concluded.

Krocchi's face appeared on the screen, looking very tired. Since Sun Yang arrived in Night City, she had been responsible for analyzing various technological products and trying to integrate these technologies into the next generation of weapon systems.

This is a heavy job, and there is no end in sight to the technological integration. However, for Crocchi, having something to do is better than doing nothing, and she is also happy to integrate these technologies. This is her job.

It's just that Sun Yang gave her too much work, which she couldn't handle, and she would often squeeze in other tasks...

"Thank you for your hard work, Croce. Specifically, to what extent can Rukatiye use his prosthetics?"

Sun Yang pulled the virtual screen over. Behind Crouch, Rukatiye was sprawled on the operating table, staring at the floor with a look of despair. Although she had a high tolerance for pain, the repeated spinal replacements still hurt.

"We had Rukatiye use Sianvistan for as long as possible, but her prosthesis always gave out and needed to cool down. Even when Rukatiye pushed it to its limit, her body was only slightly tired; her brain function remained stable." Crouch scratched his head as he read the report.

According to our data, implanting and using this prosthetic body places a significant strain on the body, particularly the brain and nervous system. Some less gifted individuals would become overwhelmed by using it three or four times a day. Forced use can cause shock or induce cyberpsychosis.

[But Rukatiye had already tested the overheating stage dozens of times in one day. Yet, she still had no symptoms.] Crouch sighed. This was outrageous.

"Wow, this is even better than V in the game." Sun Yang remembered that the best Sian Westin in the game had a bullet time that lasted for a few seconds, and then a cooldown of more than ten seconds before it could be used again. This was already outrageous in the real world, as more than ten seconds was not enough time to catch your breath.

But Rukatiye had to stop because she overused her prosthesis. As long as the cooling device was improved, she could accelerate for more than ten seconds, then rest for a few seconds before accelerating again.

[V? Professor, you think highly of this person called V. Is he really that powerful?] Croc tilted his head.

"It used to be very important to me, but now... it's enough for V to just play his role well." Sun Yang didn't plan to tell the humanoids about V's deeds in detail, for fear that they would accidentally tell others after he finished telling them.

Seeing this, Crochet stopped asking questions and quickly designed a customized Swan Westin according to Rukatiye's needs.

Just pick one of the existing experimental designs and figure out the heat dissipation. Rukatiye can just use prosthetics, so the burden on the human body isn't a consideration.

When the prosthetic body was almost finished, Sun Yang called Strider, who was still having fun on Twister Street, back home. "Damn it, how long have you been hanging out out there? Why haven't you come back yet?"

After Strider returned, Sun Yang handed the spine to Strider, asking him to enchant the artificial spine. After the spine was tempered, it was handed over to the Oasis Research Department to perform surgery on Rukatiye.

The spinal replacement surgery takes about ten hours, and Rukatiye cannot move for most of the day.

There's no need to go out and cause trouble while Rukatiye is leveling up, just do something else.

Sun Yang looked around and saw that he had nothing to do. He then looked at Strider, who was yawning and had just finished tempering his prosthetic body. He took out his magic brick and sent a message to the farmer.

[Hello, respected Mage Farmer, I have prepared your goods. Can you trade with Rumi now?]

Although using a brick to send messages seems absurd, but this thing can communicate across the world... No, no matter how you think about it, it feels absurd! Have you ever considered upgrading the appearance?

Just as Sun Yang was complaining madly in his heart, the magic brick began to flash.

[No problem, I'll be waiting for you at Rumi.]

"Strider, didn't you say you wanted to go back to the Dark Soul world? Let's go now." Sun Yang put away the brick. Since Rukatiye couldn't go out to fight, he might as well go and deal with other things.

"You're really anxious. Um... I just need to do a test." Strider stretched out his hands and made some complicated gestures in front of him. He was enveloped in a mysterious blue light. He then produced a large package from somewhere and put it on his back. "I've attached the reverberation to my body. Take me with you."

"You'd better think about it carefully. If you are thrown into another world, I may not be able to find you." Sun Yang frowned.

"Then I will do my best to find you. I have also sorted out the tempering techniques. If I really disappear, you can still use this technique." Strade nonchalantly stuffed a book to Sun Yang. "I, Strade, have spent my entire life studying mysteries. I don't want to miss the secret of traveling through the world, and I am confident in this power."

"Okay, let's go." Sun Yang grabbed Strade's shoulders, activated the teleporter and left this world.

***

“Ugh, vomit, vomit—!”

When Sun Yang regained his balance, he heard the sound of Strider vomiting. He lay on the ground, threw the metal mask aside, and vomited a lot of strange-colored liquid.

It can be seen that he has been drinking a lot of strange drinks these days, but not eating much.

"Are you okay, Strade?" Sun Yang helped Strade up. Undead people always recover quickly, and Strade recovered in a few seconds.

"Huh, huh... So this is what it feels like. Experiencing it myself is truly mysterious..." Strider stretched out his hand, a pale blue light flickering. "I roughly know how to use this power. It just takes some time."

"Don't get yourself into trouble. I'm counting on you to help me deal with the trouble later. So where are you going?" Sun Yang patted his shoulder and made a joke.

"Master Sun Yang, I want to return to the declining Lordran to search for the lost secrets there. There is the power you and I need." Strade said, straightening his clothes.

A world of the first generation? Sun Yang looked at Strade. He wasn't worried about Strade's safety. After all, he had fought with him for a long time and had grown a lot. But if he disappeared, it would be difficult to find him.

"Don't worry, my anchor is still on the spiral sword in your hand. I will appear from your side after I die." Strade pointed to the spiral sword catalyst in Sun Yang's hand.

It's been so long since I've used teleportation that I almost forgot about it. Sun Yang nodded, told Strider to have a safe trip, and then walked towards the Rumi he remembered.

566 Another transaction with the farmer

When Sun Yang returned to Rumi through the spiral sword, the place seemed to be not much different from when he left.

If I had to say, it was perhaps a little more desolate than before. While the old residents were still there, the active undead were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had chosen to pass on the flame, or perhaps they had died somewhere else.