"What’s... what’s wrong with my head?"
After a brief silence, Mikhail no longer struggled to sit up. Instead, he glanced at the various tubes connected to him and then focused on his own vision. At this mont, he only had his left eye remaining, which looked like an unstable cara signal, continuously streaming incomprehensible currents and flickers.
He struggled to lift his right hand, touched the eye socket hit by Master Tao, where a microcomputer originally inserted had been removed by Michael. The surrounding skin that had burst open was entirely stitched up, and even the grown peach blossom branches were ticulously cleaned. However, he still felt the touch of his facial skin was quite different from before.
"...I’ve replaced the damaged parts in your head, including circuits and regenerated bones. But I couldn’t restore the damaged skin, so I used so cultivated flesh to patch it up. I was too lazy to cultivate human life factors, so I used those from other demi-human species."
From a distance, Michael’s voice ca like still water. It was only then that Mikhail realized he seed to be lying in Michael’s forge, surrounded by the Holy Objects he had previously crafted.
Mikhail had witnessed him experinting with various Holy Objects before, finding the weapons designed by the New Siberian Wind more like toys in the Angel Leader’s eyes. The technology he brought was fully understood by Michael in no ti. Even Mikhail’s most complex brain implant circuits could be easily repaired by him this ti.
"Thank you."
Lying where he was, Mikhail expressed his gratitude, but Michael did not respond, causing the atmosphere in the workshop to silence once more.
Perhaps recalling the awkward things he did last ti and in his recent daze, Mikhail felt even more uneasy. His left eye shifted as he silently looked at the mass of tubes connected to him and then asked,
"By the way, what are these tubes for?"
"Noisy."
Michael’s calm voice sounded again, upon which Mikhail imdiately fell silent, lying rigidly without further speech.
At that mont, he suddenly wished he hadn’t awakened, sparing him from such tornt.
But one or two seconds later, Michael’s voice ca again,
"During the check just now, I found many unreasonable parts in your implants, much redundancy. It’s this redundancy that’s eroding your fragile human nerves and sanity. I took the liberty to modify them a bit. Those tubes are suppressants. You ntioned their effect before, so I tried to replicate so just to test out the result on you..."
From a distance, Michael, who was sitting cross-legged on his throne, finally opened his eyes slightly as if he was resting. He glanced at Mikhail’s state and then snorted lightly, saying,
"It seems the experint was quite successful; you haven’t broken."
Mikhail stretched his arm, linked to the tubes, and found that the areas where the prosthetic corroded his nerves had returned to sensitivity. He never imagined that by rely ntioning the effect of the suppressant, Michael could successfully recreate it.
He gaped in astonishnt, deeply admiring the expressionless Angel Leader,
"Truly remarkable... If that Japanese girl were here, she’d surely call you Doraemon."
Upon hearing Mikhail’s complint, Michael closed his eyes, seemingly unresponsive. But upon hearing his latter remark, Michael suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him with a tilted head, and asked,
"Doraemon? What is that?"
"Hmm... it’s a round chanical cat, probably an ani character from that era. We had its image back then; very cute."
"...Are you looking for trouble?"
"..."
Mikhail fell silent again, hurriedly closing his eyes as if feigning death, wishing he could swallow back his words, hoping they had never escaped his lips.
Michael propped his face with one hand, watching him pretend to be dead, his facial expression dropping a few degrees lower. Seeing no room for Mikhail’s pretense in his eyes, Michael tapped his own cheek and continued to pursue,
"After you went to Tree Continent, tell everything about how you got injured and what you gained."
Feigning death, Mikhail sighed. Seeing the insistent Michael, he eventually revealed everything, including how he got injured.
As Michael listened, he sneered, looking outwards with a mocking tone,
"Sariel, I know why she wants the World Tree Tear... As a Divine Envoy, she needs to convey oracles. eting God also ans she will see the Divine with God. Anyone other than a Demigod who sees the Divine or knows its secrets will at best suffer a curse, or at worst, be obliterated. She’s been cursed, stripped of her ability to see, unable to regain her sight with any Holy Object made from Gospels...
"Unless the Holy Object has its own consciousness and is regarded by the world as a unique entity, it can bypass the curse, helping her to see everything. For this, she’s willing to use the desires she saw in you as bait to seek the World Tree Tear behind my back..."
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