episode_0077

The lab was as pure white as usual.

Deltan walked to the center, covering his face with his hands.

In front of the workbench.

The Deltan’s ears were turning red as he took a long breath.

It was a reaction that came from not being able to help the shame that had built up while dealing with Agnes.

‘… Calm.’

Make up your mind.

Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult.

What she said today was helpful.

-Now there’s a little less than three months left. I want to hear the answer before that.

On the other hand, maybe he wanted to pretend to be nostalgic.

I don’t know what the intention was, but Deltan decided she was shaking hands.

Those kinds of words only fueled his desire to win.

Deltan raised his eyes as his breathing returned to normal.

The gaze was directed to the workbench.

The blueprint made the day before, the polo baran sealed in the box, and the antique metal that will become the body.

‘I’ll finish it in four days.’

The design was completed today and production took three days.

And after taking a break, we could install this throughout the island.

Just-

Deltan snapped his fingers.

Blue mana flickered at the tip of Deltan’s index finger.

Every time he waved his hand, the mana at the tip of his index finger embroidered the air.

Various formulas are drawn and erased without stopping.

Information such as numbers, appearance, and size are becoming more and more specific.

When its structure was finally revealed, it was shaped like a long oval wedge.

There is a hole at the end.

’27 of these.’

The goal was clear.

Deltan had no intention of making this item just a weapon that could be obtained anywhere.

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The ninth masterpiece.

‘Is it possible.’

The path was visible.

*

This happened when the Deltans were still on Earth.

In terms of time, it was when I was entering college.

Until the day before yesterday, Deltan, who had lived stubbornly without any connections and had barely moved into a dormitory, met a roommate who was not very pleasant.

It wasn’t a matter of personality or lifestyle.

His hobbies were the problem.

“Hey, it’s noisy.”

“Oh, sorry.”

My roommate was a black man.

He was about 190cm tall and twice as big as Delta.

His hobby was none other than science fiction movies.

This is the type of science fiction movie where spaceships fly and shoot laser beams in outer space.

The walls of the dormitory were covered with posters of various spaceships.

The TV in one corner was playing a movie I didn’t know how many times I’d seen it over and over again, and my roommate was sitting at the desk making models of weapons from the movies.

It was a sight that made me feel neurotic.

The sound of the TV was one of the things Deltans hated the most.

One day, Deltan was so fed up that he asked his roommate who was making a model.

“Is that fun?”

“It’s fun. Especially look at these weapons.”

What he held out was a wedge-shaped satellite.

At the end, an LED light was blinking.

“It’s an orbital bombardment satellite. We launch dozens of these into planetary orbit and bombard the ground anytime, anywhere.”

“Why is that fun?”

“It’s romantic. romance. universe! Advanced technology! How can I tolerate this?”

“Fucking.”

You have great passion.

The Deltan at the time just thought about that and ignored his roommate’s words.

However, I couldn’t pass over things like models and designs.

Even though I wanted to ignore it, I couldn’t help but get used to it because it was something I saw all the time.

The roommate was so crazy about science fiction that he ended up getting a job at an aerospace base.

Of course, it wasn’t important right now.

What should be emphasized in this story is that the Deltans knew about the design of something called an ‘orbital bombardment satellite’.

Deltain began assembling according to the completed blueprint.

Antique metal.

Among the steels that exist on the continent, it ranks high in durability and has the property of restoring itself to its original shape when damaged, making it a metal optimized for being suspended in the air for long periods of time.

Unfold it with mana and crumple it to fix the shape.

Horse power plant Polovaran.

A magic candle of the circulation type that allows the piece to circulate along a certain trajectory and absorb mana on its own.

Grind it finely and make a pattern into the shape of a circuit.

After preparing the materials, Deltain began to carefully assemble the two objects.

In doing so, a very small engraving was engraved on the inside of the object.

If you look at the facts, it was like that.

Deltan dabbled in mathematics and mechanics as a minor in college, but did not have as much knowledge as majors.

The state of knowing only the bare minimum mechanism by which a machine moves.

As such, although it had the shape of a machine, the essence of this object was different.

‘You can’t make it with science in the first place.’

This was a fantasy weapon that only appeared in science fiction movies.

Even that design could only be completed with the ‘setting’ of unprecedented power.

And on this continent, an unprecedented power existed under the name of ‘magic’.

In other words, this is a tool created purely through a miracle called magic.

One is finished.

Deltan placed it in the corner of the lab and smiled.

‘Carving every engraving on each one is not efficient. Each wedge must be given a different role.’

The first wedge is the command center.

The leader’s role in coordinating the movement, output, and remaining power of each wedge.

As such, the engraving is the AI that entered the ‘4th Armed Auto Drone’.

‘It will always float in the same spot.’

Like the sun, it would become the starting point of the cycle at the center of all objects.

Deltan then created a second piece.

It was made in the same shape as before, but the engraving was different.

The second role we are creating now is maintenance.

It was the first limb that received reports of abnormalities discovered by the first wedge and took care of them instead.

Unlike the first wedge, the wedge has four thin, long arms attached to its waist.

It was a form of drastically reducing the attack ability and giving more strength to the support ability.

After setting it up next to the first wedge, Deltan began making the next wedge.

An angled wedge specialized for target tracking.

A fat wedge specialized for wide-range bombardment.

A thin wedge focused on one point of bombardment.

So up to the twenty-seventh time in total.

After completing all the wedges, Deltan exhaled.

At that moment, Deltan felt a headache.

I checked my watch.

‘It’s been three days.’

There is still one more day left until the deadline.

The work remains to be finished.

‘Just connect and you’re done.’

Deltan looked at the wedges standing next to the workbench, each one about the size of an adult male.

There was no time to rest.

Now that things were on track, I planned to keep the momentum going and go all the way to the end.

Just-

Deltan snapped his fingers and mana filled the lab.

Mana took the form of a huge chain.

It began to pass through each wedge.

The process of completing different objects into one object that moves organically.

At the end, Deltan could see the interface emerging with a fanfare sound.

There was no surprise.

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A transcendent level weapon.

The moment that was confirmed, Deltan raised the corners of his mouth.

The sense of accomplishment that sent a thrill down my spine still remained.

Even though I was so tired, I felt like my mind was clear.

Deltan laughed at them and looked at the last alarm that appeared on the interface.

I watch.

Isn’t it pure voyeurism to just watch because it’s good to talk about it?

Anyway, they were people I didn’t like.

Deltan raised his middle finger toward the interface.

“What are you looking at? Baby.”

There is still a long way to go.

However, the Deltans were clearly planning a gift to give to the ‘hall’ that was watching from high above.

A gift they will never know, a gift they could never imagine.

“Hmm… .”

Deltan straightened his back and swept his face.

And then I left the lab.

Dalkak-

Gerhart was waiting in front of the open door.

“… What, since when have you been here?”

“It’s been about four hours. Because I felt Mana moving.”

I felt like I could feel the mana moving through the connection.

‘He’s not dead.’

Gerhart, the first hunting dog.

Deltan chuckled as he recalled the name used to refer to him in the past.

“Give me some food. Eat and sleep.”

“Is there anything else you would like me to do?”

“Contact Hwangseong. They said they made it all.”

“What… .”

“Just say that and they will understand. And I’ll have to stand on the podium soon, so prepare for that too.”

The wedge will be launched across the islands.

Clearly, the Hwangseong would want to carry out the process of launching the wedge in a public setting.

‘Because we have to capture public sentiment.’

With the advent of Lopalgar, access to the system has been restricted.

Considering that the last access control was three years ago during the fight against the Demon King, the anxiety the people felt was not small.

For the emperor, launching the wedge was a good tool to calm the wavering public sentiment.

‘… ‘It’s not something to think about now.’

They will do everything from preparation to execution, so all you have to do is go with the wedge and body.

Nutrition and sleep were urgently needed.

What was brought to the table was a light sandwich.

Deltan asked as he took a bite of it.

“Who is that woman?”

“You are sleeping. It’s early morning.”

“There was no accident?”

“Yes.”

After finishing speaking, Gerhart quickly added another word.

“… You’re not the kind of person who would cause an accident just by looking away for a moment.”

Deltan let out a laugh.

“Hey, whose butler are you?”

“Excuse me. Let’s go get ready for a bath.”

Gerhart quickly disappeared.

Deltan’s expression became sour.

*

After soaking in the hot water, I arrived at the bedroom.

Deltan found Agnes asleep in the middle of the bed.

It seems like he was sleeping in this bed even when he wasn’t there.

Although it was really funny, it didn’t feel bad.

Deltan rubbed the back of his neck for no reason and then climbed onto the bed.

The moment I gently moved Agnes aside to make space and closed my eyes.

“… I’m here.”

Agnes opened her mouth.

The Deltan’s head turned.

She was looking at Deltan with half-hearted eyes.

“Didn’t you sleep?”

“I can’t sleep well. I kept lying down and woke up right away.”

“Ah… .”

Deltan remembered why she lay in this bed.

It’s not comfortable to sleep alone.

Considering that not long ago, I fell asleep alone and groaned because I couldn’t sleep properly, it seemed like I wasn’t completely healed yet.

Deltan sighed and gave his right arm to Agnes.

Agnes moved slowly, laid her head on him, and hugged Deltan’s waist.

“Good night.”

As if saying that she couldn’t sleep wasn’t a lie, Agnes fell into a deep sleep.

‘… what.’

Is this the end?

Deltan felt strangely sad.