Deus.Ex.Machina Chapter 5

The next morning, I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in days. The weight in my chest seed lighter, the fog in my mind clearing as I slowly sat up.

I stretched, feeling the stiffness leave my muscles, and then shuffled my way to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I walked down to the dining room. The house was quiet—eerily so. It felt like I was the only one here.

My parents had already gone to work, as they always did. I'd barely see them, save for the brief exchanges in the mornings when they were rushing out the door. Based on the mories, this was a normal thing.

Mishima Corporation, their empire, was their primary focus, and I was... well, I was just the heir. The piece they had to keep in good condition, polished and ready to step into their shoes one day. The whole situation felt distant, like I was just a cog in their machine.

I sat down at the breakfast table, the usual spread of pastries, eggs, and fresh fruit waiting for . My stomach grumbled as I reached for the food.

Still, as I ate, the feeling of isolation lingered. I was alone in this massive house most of the ti. My parents were too busy, and I had no idea what was really going on in the world around —especially with the supernatural ss I'd landed in.

Once breakfast was done, I left the empty table behind and wandered back to my room.

I needed to test my abilities more.

The Celestial Workshop was still a mystery.

I sank into the chair in front of my desk, trying to clear my mind. The Workshop. I closed my eyes and reached for it.

It flickered to life almost instantly—familiar now, like slipping into a mory.

This ti, I didn't go for sothing simple.

I wanted to test it. Push it.

A phone.

One I'd design from scratch. Sothing I'd never even thought about building before.

Normally, that'd be impossible. I had no clue how circuits worked, or how to arrange processors, antennas, batteries. But in the Workshop…

The mont I focused, the knowledge clicked into place. Like soone had dropped a blueprint into my head and whispered, "Here. Use this."

My hands moved before I even finished processing it. Components materialized on the workbench—glass, carbon fiber, microchips, even tools I couldn't na but sohow knew how to use. I built layer by layer: sleek casing, seamless interface, internal systems more advanced than anything on the market. Lightweight. Durable. Efficient.

I didn't just make a phone—I improved it. Designed it. Made it mine.

When I was done, I reached out. The air shifted.

Manifest.

I opened my eyes.

A phone rested in my hand. Cool. Polished. Alive. The screen lit up, responsive, already synced to .

I stared at it, stunned.

I grinned, feeling a little surge of excitent.

I couldn't help but smile at the possibilities.

What if I could create sothing beyond ordinary tech?

Sothing magical. Legendary.

Excalibur.

The na alone carried weight. Myth, legend, magic. A sword of kings.

I pictured it—the golden hilt, ornate and regal. The blade, glowing faintly, shimring with power. Not just a weapon, but a symbol. A force.

As I focused, sothing strange happened.

Knowledge began pouring into . Not in words or textbooks—just understanding.

How to forge a blade, not just physically, but spiritually. The perfect balance of weight and edge. The materials required to hold magic without shattering. The symbols to carve, the runes to etch, the flow of mana through the core of the steel.

Sword-making techniques from ancient tis blended with futuristic enchantnt theory. I understood the purpose behind every detail—why one angle mattered, why a specific alloy would bind better with energy.

And then ca the magic.

Not just vague ideas of "power" but structured knowledge. Circles, arrays, incantations—systems of logic behind the myth.

It was overwhelming… but it made sense. Like the Workshop was feeding exactly what I needed, exactly when I needed it.

I kept going, shaping the image in my mind with more precision, more clarity. I wasn't just imagining Excalibur anymore—

I was building it.

And then, I tried to manifest it.

The sword appeared in my mind, but nothing physically materialized. It was like I was on the verge of pulling it into existence, but I couldn't.

Frustration simred beneath my skin. I pushed harder, willing the sword to appear, but once again—nothing.

I stood up, pacing around my room. Why can't I just bring it out?

A small ssage popped up in my vision: Manifestation ti remaining: 300 days.

Then, like a flicker of understanding,

My ability to manifest wasn't instantaneous for complex items. The simpler items—the mundane tools, the basic everyday objects—those were quick and easy. But things like Excalibur? Sacred Gears? High-tech inventions? They weren't going to pop into existence that easily.

These things needed ti.

I stopped the queue. I decided to opt for the short term items for now.

I turned to my desk, my mind swirling with new possibilities. I need to test this.

I focused again, this ti on sothing a bit more magical but still simple. A basic amulet—a protective charm, sothing that would keep safe from harm.

A small ssage popped up in my vision: Manifestation ti remaining: 3 days.

It was like a tir, telling how long it would take to complete the process..

I looked around the room, my heart racing with excitent.

On one hand, I had a virtually unlimited design space for creating whatever I could imagine.

But on the other hand, I would have to wait for anything too complicated to actually appear.

It was a ga changer, but also a frustrating one. Still, I knew one thing for sure: the Celestial Workshop was my best shot at surviving in this world.