"You should be glad I’m not an angel that sses with the transaction contents. According to our deal, I could easily throw you out of the Holy Land for you to fend for yourself... But this is indeed the last thing left. Below the Holy Land is the ocean, and even if you go down, you won’t be able to go far. Follow them to the Tree Continent, help them complete the birthdays, report back to , and you can go wherever you want."
Afterward, Michael tossed the prosthetic hand placed next to him to Mikhail, adding,
"I’ve modified your prosthetic, but your ntal illness stems from the inherent fragility of human nerves unable to adapt, related to your own experiences as well. After wearing the prosthetic, don’t use it frequently if you don’t want to go crazy again."
"...Thank you."
Mikhail was silent for a mont, then lifted the prosthetic, and in Tangze Asuka’s extrely surprised gaze, he attached it to the interface hidden beneath the white robe. With a crisp sound, the chanical lines on Mikhail’s face began to glow bit by bit, and so phantom subtitles appeared before his eyes.
[Registrar: 00001]
[Right arm: Novosibirsk Wind Particle Cannon cybernetic limb successfully interfaced, operating normally.]
[Hardware modification detected, network connection failed, no solution available]
[Prosthetic will threshold: 34%, no barrier agent detected, please be aware of the risk of losing control due to high computational power.]
"Hoo..."
Mikhail let out a sigh of relief, his robust chanical right arm rotating in several circles, making Tangze Asuka’s eyes light up like stars. This handso chanical arm imdiately reminded her of the sleek designs like Gundam or the Unit-01... Though she was a girl, she actually didn’t like animations like Sailor Moon; she preferred this kind of animation.
Fisher looked at the phantom subtitles with slightly constricted pupils, as he was suddenly surprised to find that the interface Mikhail saw was about ninety percent similar to the one in his Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, except that only he could see his page...
Even though Fisher had felt before that the contributors to the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual had a significant interest in dark humor, otherwise she wouldn’t have joined the Creation Society without copying their naming thod to create a quirky manual, even constructing the interface according to Mikhail’s instrunt.
"This prosthetic, so cool."
Mikhail stretched his prosthetic and took the prosthetic eye but didn’t put it on, only storing it in his pocket,
That thing was his microcomputer, but placing it inside would significantly increase his will threshold, potentially causing him to relapse; therefore, there’s no need to install it for now.
Mikhail was honestly quite surprised in his silent monts. When usually installing this prosthetic, if there wasn’t a barrier agent to inhibit the prosthetic’s invasion of the nerves, it would continually push the will threshold closer to 60%, but after Michael’s modification, the will threshold only reached 34%, a problem that had troubled the company for over a decade without finding a solution...
But he didn’t speak rashly to inquire with the angel before him, maintaining silence.
"Ha, it’s indeed hard to imagine with human thinking... Helair, here’s a bit of [Ti-Space Capsule] that can be used for storage; you can have it as well. The birthday gift is also here, already placed in this Ti-Space Capsule."
As usual, the gift prepared by the Holy Land was always provided by Michael, and this ti was no exception.
"Thank you, thank you, ah, this is indeed generous..."
Helair stepped forward and caught a few round Holy Objects floating mid-air, his joyful, smiley deanor clearly showing that this thing was exceptionally precious. Still, Fisher, unaware of the Holy Objects’ value, didn’t have ti to pay attention to them because suddenly, an odd heart palpitating sensation struck his chest again.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
His heartbeat sounded like thunder in his ears, and only now with this sensation occurring a second ti, Fisher beca firmly certain of its source...
anwhile, Michael’s pupils subtly twisted with everything arranged before Fisher. As Fisher exhibited his anomaly, Michael instantly looked at him, as if seeing sothing strange.
He furrowed his brows and, subconsciously, spoke,
"Death?"
In Michael’s eyes, the death rules always entwining around Fisher were distorting bit by bit, becoming bizarre and unique, yet imnsely weighty and lethal, even making him feel frightened.
The death relentlessly pursuing Fisher, at this mont, seed, for so unknown reason, to return with an even mightier montum.
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