At so unknown mont, high above in the distance, where space twisted like a kaleidoscope, Sir Aiwen, leaning on his cane, appeared outside the base, intently watching the blinding silver glow.
Clearly,
with a single glance he could tell Lynn was forging an extraordinarily intricate and massive apparatus.
But that kind of ability, even for soone like him, had never been seen anywhere before.
[Ding! Stellar Furnace manufacturing progress 51%, your chanical Modification ability 1]
[Ding! Stellar Furnace forging progress 58%, your chanical Manufacturing ability 1]
[Ding! Stellar Furnace forging progress 65%, your chanical Manufacturing ability 1]
As the System notifications kept chiming in his ear, more and more chanical parts were assembled and produced, but the ntal energy cost was enormous. His mind was tightly strained, and red veins slowly crawled over his eyes.
His fingers began to tremble slightly, and his efficiency fell.
But he knew he had to keep going.
Only in such a highly concentrated state could he rember the shape of every component and where it needed to fit. If he relaxed, it would take far longer to fully understand those blueprints and reference materials.
He didn't have that much ti, and Miss Puppet didn't have that much ti either!
Besides!
So many people were watching right now!
Heads could be broken, blood could be spilled, but dignity must not be lost! Even if he bit through his teeth, he had to finish this show!!
(〝▼皿▼)!
Just as Lynn gritted his teeth and fought to maintain his focus, he suddenly felt the tightness in his mind and the drain on his spirit ease dramatically.
He spun around in surprise.
At so unknown mont, the void-like figure emitting green light had appeared by his side, a hand gently resting on his shoulder.
And that very hand flooded him with spiritual energy, instantly replenishing what he'd expended.
"Don't worry, keep going."
Sir Aiwen said softly.
Lynn looked at him solemnly, then nodded abruptly, eyes fixed ahead as his concentration spiked once more.
Sure enough, having family nearby really helps!
They can always provide the material and spiritual support you need to keep up appearances at critical monts.
Aiwen big brother, your little brother sends you a heart gesture!
Boom—
One by one the large components were assembled and clanged into place.
Under Lynn's terrifying Mimicry ability, a massive forging furnace took shape bit by bit under everyone's watchful eyes.
Then, at the next mont, when the final part shed, the enormous furnace finally revealed its true form.
[Ding! Stellar Furnace forging progress has reached 100%]
[Ding! Congratulations on forging your first Legendary chanical construct: Stellar Furnace. System rewards granted: Base EXP 2000, Black Skull Coins x2, Special Skill: chanical Improvent]
[chanical Improvent]
[Type]: Passive Skill
[Description]: During chanical manufacturing, there is a chance to increase the produced chanical construct's quality by one rank.
Boom—
The enormous furnace settled into place, as large as a two-story building. At a glance it looked like a massive chanical beast standing before them.
"Finished!"
A tired but satisfied smile spread across Lynn's face as he panted heavily.
A description of the furnace floated before his eyes.
[Intelligence Machine: Stellar Furnace (Miniature)]
[Quality]: Legendary
[Description]: A special furnace crafted by Lynn, capable of forging and slting high-strength special tals. It integrates advanced slting technologies from Intelligent Machinery Technology and is one of the essential devices for producing Supre Units. Because it is a miniature device, its efficiency in slting Dead Star Crystal remains extrely limited.
Sir Aiwen gazed at the massive machine, his eyes flickering, reminding him of his civilization's brilliant technological era before its collapse.
"An Intelligence Machine civilization's Stellar Furnace."
He turned and smiled at Lynn in the wheelchair, saying,
"This truly isn't sothing just anyone could build, Lynn."
His eyes betrayed undisguised praise and affirmation.
At the sa ti he felt a fluctuation emanating from Lynn's chest that ordinary people could not perceive, and he understood this feat was likely not Lynn's alone—there was also the aid of that heart from his Bio-armant.
The Colossus Civilization.
That heart had accompanied him day and night. Even if they still didn't know how to fully utilize its power, it had probably already influenced him subtly, granting significant benefits.
After all, the Colossus Civilization had once been another technological giant on par with the Intelligence Machine civilization.
"Just so-so, but really, thank you for your help. Otherwise my ntal energy wouldn't have lasted this long."
Lynn flipped his hand to give a thumbs-up, smiling and cocking an eyebrow as he looked at Sir Aiwen beside him.
Sir Aiwen chuckled, shook his head wryly, and said with interest,
"You made this furnace to repair that Miss Puppet's wounds?"
Lynn was taken aback. "You noticed?"
Sir Aiwen floated up, holding his Staff, pressing the brim of his hat, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course. Young people's feelings always make one envious. Since you want to repair your Miss's injuries, if I, as the older brother, didn't help even a little, it would be hard to justify."
At the very mont Lynn felt a highlight in his chest and his heart pounding,
Sir Aiwen suddenly floated up and reached his void hand toward the huge furnace.
In an instant,
accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy,
the massive machine ignited and completed activation. Its internal turbine roared like a dragon, rumbling into motion. As tal gears shed, the furnace's inner tongues of molten fire slowly revealed themselves, roaring with intense heat.
Boom—
The trendous roar even made the ground tremble.
Sir Aiwen kept his Top Hat pressed in place, maintaining the furnace's activation, a gentle smile on his face, his voice like a spring breeze.
"Begin slting. A furnace like this requires at least Monarch-level energy to run continuously, so don't waste ti."
Full of indulgent affection.
Indeed, this is the perk of having a brother?!
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