After Serlin had enthusiastically upgraded and iterated on the power supply device to the point where its own mother wouldn’t recognize it…
Stelle, controlling the battle-damaged version of the Star-Crosser (Bootleg), dragged the battle-damaged Svarog outside the gate.
Serlin was stunned.
This…
this isn’t right…
this is completely wrong!
When did Stelle become so violent?
Svarog is literally on the brink of death!
Stelle scratched her head awkwardly and changed the subject: “Uh, well…
I just mentioned Clara, and Svarog immediately overheated and went full firepower without a word.
I was only acting in self-defense.” Serlin had a bad feeling.
She took a deep breath and asked, “How…
how did you explain it just now?” “‘You’re Svarog, right?
If you don’t want anything to happen to Clara, come with us!'” Stelle blinked innocently, revealing her negotiation ‘trick’: “How can you blame me?” “Before we started the ‘Trailblaze’, I specifically consulted with Uncle Yang on how to negotiate!” Serlin was completely out of options.
“…If you had learned from Himeko, I wouldn’t say anything, but with Old Yang…” Although Old Yang’s negotiation failures were mostly a running gag…
there was no doubt that Old Yang’s negotiation skills were indeed not great.
“Forget it, forget it.
Let me give Svarog an upgrade!
I’ll use ‘Soulium’!” Since she had transformed into Vill-V, she naturally inherited all of her research results and materials.
Moreover, these materials inevitably carried some characteristics belonging to the game.
Back on the Astral Express, she had also talked with Old Yang…
Earth’s Stigmata could indeed be stripped and implanted, but they weren’t like hers at all—supporting hot-swapping and being even more convenient than Uchiha eyeballs.
What’s more, these materials refreshed every 48 hours?
There was no need to feel stingy.
“Hmm, not bad, not bad…
Although he looks the same, I’ve converted the power system into a Honkai Energy power furnace, and the energy circuits and body are modified with Soulium metal…
These stats…
are acceptable.” Although Serlin had better ways to modify it, this was enough…
giving a civilization technology that far surpassed its era wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Svarog silently performed a power-on self-test.
After a moment, he said, “Thank you.” “Detected increase in computing power index, increase in mimetic muscle strength…
increase…
increase…
increase…” “So, where is Clara now?
And who are you?
It’s completely impossible for such a technological level to exist in the current Belobog.” “And that…
power system whose principles I can no longer fathom.” Serlin glanced at the Stelle, signaling her to fix the mess she had caused.
Stelle patted the newly refurbished Svarog with emotion.
“Sigh, I tried to persuade you nicely just now, why didn’t you listen?” “?” “I hadn’t even finished when you started a zero-frame attack!
I just wanted to say…
Old Shi told me Clara went to look for parts, and that area is the Rift, it’s very dangerous.” Stelle rambled on, clearly curious about that white-haired, red-eyed, barefoot little girl.
“?!
Location.” Svarog’s red breathing light emitted a daunting glow.
Although Clara was guarded by small robots, he couldn’t sit still.
“I think…
it’s over by the workshop in the small town?” Serlin thought for a bit, having to admit that the Great Vill-V’s brain was indeed useful, remembering even these minor details clearly.
“Svarog, the Great Magician has prepared a surprise for you!
Your current Soulium body has more than just this one form!” Svarog performed another self-test.
“Detected ‘Mimicry Module’, initiating…
Motorcycle Mode.” Instantly, Svarog’s form shifted.
The nano-metal composing his new body automatically deformed, and a silver-gray motorcycle instantly appeared before them.
Stelle’s mouth dropped open: “Cool!” “And that’s not all!
For the Great Magician, this level doesn’t even count as a surprise.
Mimicry Mode isn’t limited to just this one form.” “Let’s not talk about that for now.
Let’s go find Clara in the Rift and test out Svarog’s current combat power while we’re at it!” Serlin straddled the motorcycle Svarog had transformed into, and Stelle hugged her tightly from behind.
“Corrupt binary codes infecting my mind” “Perform invocation with numbing freeze” “Querying for a variable and seizing the time…” “Whoa, it even has built-in speakers!?
Even better!” …
“Sigh, Rift corrosion; sigh, that hypocritical Cocolia; sigh…
what a shitty world.” Following the path, the three of them arrived at the small town eroded by the Rift.
Looking at the desolation, Serlin felt a bit emotional.
This damn world is truly rotten to the core.
Even if Cocolia hadn’t sided with the Stellaron, this world wouldn’t have lasted much longer.
The social system runs entirely on bugs, and all resources have reached their limit.
“Eh?
Mr.
Svarog?” Clara, holding a pile of parts, saw Svarog coming for her and excitedly threw herself into his arms.
Thank Serlin; with the Great Vill-V’s technology, she could completely upgrade Svarog while keeping his appearance exactly the same.
“Ah, you guys are here too…” Seele walked over casually with her arms crossed.
Behind her, of course, was Bronya, whose expression was severely unpleasant.
And…
the silly March 7th and the Cold-faced Dan Heng.
Stelle pointed at them in surprise: “Is this…
right?
Weren’t we supposed to split up?
How did we meet up again so soon?” “Tsk, never mind that.
Svarog, how could you let this child enter the Rift alone?
If she hadn’t run into us, she could have been in real danger!” “It’s okay, it’s okay…
Mr.
Svarog, please don’t worry.” Watching the gentle interaction between Clara and the others, Serlin sighed with emotion and then looked at Seele and Bronya: “Why did you guys come here too?” Bronya’s expression was incredibly complex.
During this time, she had recalled memories from her childhood and compared them to the present…
When her mother spoke of the tragedy caused by the isolation of the Overworld and Lower District, when she learned of the Geomarrow shortage, when she learned of the intensifying Rift corrosion…
she hadn’t expected it to be so miserable here.
Without the protection of the Silvermane Guards, relying solely on the self-defense organization ‘Wildfire’, the mines eroded by the Rift could not be protected.
There were even large numbers of homeless vagrants, insufficient medical resources, and vagrants fighting with ‘Wildfire’ for resources.
…
“Compared to the pampered life in the Overworld, the residents of the Lower District live far too difficult a life.
This is our responsibility, and I will not run away from reality.” Looking at the conflicted Bronya, Seele slapped her shoulder roughly: “Hey, don’t you still have us?
You’re completely different from the pampered young lady I imagined.
With us here, the future will definitely get better.” “Want to go to the tavern later?
Since you have ideas, you should give a speech there and tell the residents exactly what you’re thinking!” Serlin almost choked.
Which Seele are you supposed to be?
Is this right!?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!