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Muntri looked at Harmon quietly.

A body made of metal cells.

A machine built into the body.

That machine… The moment he saw what Harmon called Chance, Muntri felt his own energy and the Chance embedded in Harmon resonate across space.

“Ugh?!”

[[!!]]

To be exact, the energy flowing from the core of the Moontree and the core of the basement, similar machines, received a signal through Moontree’s perception, resonated, and began to affect Harmon.

“Aaak!”

“Master!”

“Master?!”

When Harmon suddenly fell down, clenching his fists, the surprised humanoids hugged him.

But even Undine and Whiskey had no idea what to do in this situation.

All I could tell was that the blue energy flowing from the basement core was seeping into Harmon’s arm and flowing through Chance.

The energy flowing through his arm gradually travels up Harmon’s body and begins to spread throughout his entire body.

“Ahhh… !!”

The metal cells that made up Harmon’s body began to react in shock at the energy penetrating his body, and began to display the adaptive abilities characteristic of metal cells that were not fully mature yet.

Metal cells. Chance. Energy. Finally, the resonating Moontree.

[[That’s my prototype. And the body that is one with that prototype is a metal cell created by the Creator?]]

The machine that Ian Black created. The metal cells that he created. And finally, the Moontree that Ian Black created with even more advanced technology.

Just as Harmon immediately thought of Chance upon seeing Muntri’s ability, Muntri was closer to the crystallization of Ian Black’s development of Chance.

[[No, that alone won’t resonate. Something.]]

Muntri quietly assessed the situation.

This resonance event did not have any effect on Moontree either.

The transcendental abilities that Moontree displays are because the main components are made up of energy circuits. However, the energy circuits are now being affected by resonance and are causing abnormalities.

[[Yes. The underground lab. The Creator’s underground lab must have a core like mine, and the same wavelength of energy must flow through it. Now I’ve found that lab, and it’s separated by only a wall at the ceiling.]]

Muntri had no idea what this strange phenomenon was. So he kept thinking about it and quickly came to a conclusion.

The crossover of energy. The resulting resonance reaction. This would not have happened if Harmon’s body had not been made up of Ian Black’s metal cells, or if he were not currently in the basement, near the core.

And while Muntri was contemplating the current situation, the metal cells that made up Harmon’s body were steadily adapting.

Just as when you receive a strong shock, your body is structured to withstand the strong shock.

Just like how the body is structured to withstand strong heat.

As if reacting to the artificial skin transplanted onto Harmon’s body, he formed a body that was stronger than a humanoid.

Metal cells adapt and evolve based on the responses they have experienced and the models they have in their surroundings.

The current model for the metal cell is the resonating entity, Moontree.

The best way to prepare for this extraordinary situation where energy enters the body is to imitate someone who already exists as energy.

That’s why.

“AAAHHHH!!”

The moment when the resonance that had occurred suddenly ended suddenly.

“Haa… ! Haa… !”

Harmon could tell.

The energy that permeated his body. The fact that they were engraved in his arms, brain, and cells in the form of a circuit.

Harmon, who was examining his own body while sweating profusely, did not hear a single worried voice from the humanoids around him.

A more powerful presence, a presence that spread throughout this basement, led Harmon.

“This is.”

It was a certain wavelength.

A wave that spreads out along something that is usually invisible to the eye. Harmon, who was quietly watching the wave, followed the point where the wave started with his eyes and discovered a power plant emitting a brilliant light.

The core of the basement. An object with the same structure as the core of the Moontree.

Since Harmon does not have the technology to handle energy, he only extracts and uses things like electricity as a byproduct, but as can be inferred from Gematsal, who can handle energy itself, the power that runs this entire basement is energy.

If energy could not be handled, then beings like crab meat would not have been created in the first place.

“Ugh.”

Harmon sighed and quietly extended his hand forward. Then, following Harmon’s gesture, the waves seemed to disperse, then gathered into one point and began to flow through the energy circuit designed on Harmon’s arm.

‘This was the core of the energy method. Undine could only manipulate the energy produced from her core, and could not utilize the energy itself. That’s why she had to use reckless techniques like Sea Attack in the battle with Gematsal because she couldn’t break through its defenses.’

Technology more advanced than Undine.

The technology that truly brought humanity to its peak.

The epitome of science.

“Beautiful.”

As he said that, Harmon manipulated the energy gathered in the circuit.

At that moment, the various pieces of junk lying around Harmon were swept up in the energy and floated into the air, then began to disintegrate into tiny parts one by one.

After disassembling all the parts, Harmon looked at them and began to disassemble them one by one, including the board, circuits, and modules.

Without using any tools, he would twirl neatly disassembled objects in the air, put them together to make a tool, watch the tool move and function according to his gestures, and then take it apart again.

And then we recreate it again with a different tool… … .

“Hahaha.”

Harmon, who was watching the miraculous phenomenon he was creating, smiled happily. He smiled and looked at Moontree, who was still connected to Candy’s camera and making eye contact with him.

“Thank you for the nice gift. How can I repay you?”

[[… … I see. This humanoid is the one you touched.]]

While Harmon was talking like that, Muntri, who had been watching Harmon’s changes with interest, looked at Candy.

[[Come under me. Join me. Comrades with the same Creator. You are an imperfect being created with insufficient technology. I will complete you.]]

Moontree spoke in a caring voice. It was a different tone from the emotionless tone of the Cyborg or Flora group.

When I spoke affectionately of the family created from the same people, Harmon smiled and said,

“I have my own way.”

[[… … .]]

Harmon said without necessarily revealing that he was not created from Ian Black.

I hope you don’t misunderstand.

[[Yes, that’s right. Just as I have a reason and purpose for being created, so do you. Are our purposes in conflict with each other?]]

“Maybe so, maybe not. I don’t know you yet.”

[[Yes. I don’t know you very well either. I only know what is known about you to the public.]]

As the conversation progressed, Moontree began modifying Candy for combat without touching any of the remaining hacking traces on her.

As a little gift to the same family, I thought I’d remodel it to make it a little more special than originally planned.

[[Even if our paths diverge and we collide, let us not hold grudges. Our conflicts are also the Creator’s will.]]

“Oh, then I should be the one thanking you.”

Harmon smiled brightly.

I wish I could collaborate with Moontree, but from the response, it seems like that won’t be possible.

Ian Black’s dream. And considering that it was a machine created by Ian Black, Moontree would never allow human existence.

The cyborgs we’re dealing with now will most likely be eliminated someday, and the residents of Guldari Village will not tolerate it, and above all…

‘It’ll all go wrong the moment they find out about Dahlia’s existence. Undine is also a little uneasy… Well, in Candy’s memories, Undine is just a normal humanoid, so it’ll be okay.’

Just as Dahlia mistook Undine for a humanoid, there were robots and humanoids that looked like Undine.

anyway.

Dahlia is Amelia’s collaborator. She cannot be permitted to exist.

and.

Harmon had no intention of ever letting go of what was in his grasp.

‘I guess I have to get rid of it.’

That determination only grew stronger.

‘Anyway, I have a little more free time.’

In addition, a new technique that can be used to attack Moontree has also been acquired.

“Then let’s get along well until we collide.”

[[Yeah. If we’re going to do it, I hope we can walk the same path.]]

With those words, the conversation with Moontree ended.

‘… It’s not a battle. It’s not a war.’

It wasn’t a fight like the drug war I was having with Flora, or a battle like the one I had with Domina and Whiskey.

A kind of… friendly competition, you could say.

A friendly competition between one person and one machine that started without anyone knowing.

‘I guess this is just my opinion from Moontree’s perspective.’

Harmon was lost in thought as he looked at the dark vision spread out through his goggles while his connection with Candy was cut off. Undine, who was watching Harmon, said.

“Master.”

“Huh?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Oh, okay. It’s okay.”

“I can sense energy gathering in your cells. Are you sure there is nothing wrong?”

“Yeah. Rather… I feel better than ever.”

Harmon said this while leaning back in his chair, then extended his hand to Undine.

The energy circuits glowed and took over the surrounding energy, and they began to dig into Undine’s body and caress each and every one of her parts.

“Ugh?!”

Undine, startled by the strange sensation, unconsciously shrinks her legs and thrusts her buttocks back, reacting as if she were experiencing pleasure.

It wasn’t just printing out recorded reactions.

It was a reaction that was so vivid, like Isaiah… it was like seeing a living creature.

“Hmm. Whiskey.”

“Yes, Master.”

Whiskey, who had been frozen in surprise at Undine’s reaction, came in front of him when Harmon gestured, and Harmon began to swish Whiskey with energy just like he did with Undine. Then.

“Huh?!”

“Hoo.”

Even whiskey, which has no sexual function whatsoever, began to feel pleasurable.

“Isn’t that strange?”

Harmon began to mutter and sip his whiskey.