The desire to stay home

Five years later, the mechanical body of the Hero of the South was completed. It was the best work that had been the result of countless magical researchers working day and night. Whether in terms of attack power or speed, the Hero of the South Mechanical Magic Puppet had reached the pinnacle of all Mechanical Magic Puppets.

Whether in the sky or on the ground, the Hero of the South can unleash the full potential of its mechanical capabilities, possessing not only faster-than-light flight but also super-acceleration.

The attack methods are divided into melee and ranged combat. In melee combat, the arms of the Hero of the South Mechanical Magic Puppet can transform into two metal swords made of a mixture of Macht Alloy and Anti-Magic Stone. The materials are indestructible and sharp.

The ranged attack possesses super laser beams and five-elemental magic crystals, capable of firing hundreds of laser beams and five types of magic, with its magic energy already reaching hundreds of millions.

As the soul of the Hero of the South was placed into the mechanical body, a blue light shone from the Mechanical Magic Puppet's eye sockets. The Hero of the South glanced around blankly before finally focusing his gaze on Li Yan's face.

"Master, I... where am I?" the Hero of the South asked in confusion, but Li Yan simply shook her head gently.

"This is a long story; let's discuss it slowly, master and disciple."

After two and a half hours of explanation, the Hero of the South finally understood the situation. His master had spent decades creating the strongest mechanical body for him, all for his desire to defeat the Demon King.

"Master..."

Tears welled in the eyes of the Hero of the South. If it weren't for his mechanical body, he would have already fallen to the ground in tears. He had thought he would die a desolate death, but he never expected that his master could give him a second life.

"Alright, alright, stop acting like you're crying. Your mechanical body has a human skin system that has already adjusted it to your previous appearance."

Li Yan spoke calmly, but he had already breathed a sigh of relief. If the Hero of the South liked it and could accept it as it was now, he could let go of his guilt. If he hadn't been so indecisive back then, the Hero of the South wouldn't have been killed by the plot.

"By the way, Master, has Frieren seen the hero who was destined to defeat the Demon King?"

As the Hero of the South spoke, his mechanical body could no longer foresee the future. He was now at a level of combat power he didn't know, but he felt that this body was very strong, even stronger than his previous mortal body.

"Hmm... I'll take you to see them."

Li Yan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then led the Hero of the South, who had returned to his former form, to Himmel's training ground.

"Heiter, let me see how hard you've worked these past few days!"

Himmel, his muscles bulging, stared intently at Heiter, whose muscles were also bulging.

"Himmel, I haven't given up on my youth these days."

Heiter mustered all his strength and swung his giant, fan-like hand at Himmel. Himmel met the attack with a fierce expression; their physiques, honed through years of muscle training, had reached a near-perfect level.

Whether it's gold or diamonds, they're like toys in their hands, easily crushed into powder with a flick of the wrist.

The Hero of the South stared in shock. That familiar face was the one he had seen in his Future Sight —the hero who had defeated the Demon King. But how could he have become like that? That figure was simply a muscular monster.

"I don't know how Frieren raised them, but they ended up like this."

Li Yan distanced himself from the situation and shifted all the blame onto Frieren. Looking at Himmel and Heiter, whose muscles were growing bigger and bigger, Li Yan sometimes hesitated to admit that he was their Godfather when they went out shopping or to the movies.

"I'm so excited, Master. Their attitude, I feel, is even stronger than that of the heroes I foresee in the future."

The Hero of the South swallowed hard, a surge of fighting spirit rising within him. He felt the passion of youth.

"You two, come with me to defeat the Demon King. Perhaps we really can save humanity."

The Hero of the South shouted and charged forward, accelerating at super speed. Even Macht, who was watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

"The Hero of the South has been resurrected?"

Macht glanced in Li Yan's direction, a slight smile playing on his lips. It seemed the human world was about to be much more stable; no one knew the true value of the Hero of the South better than him.

Having lost his Future Sight, the Hero of the South wants to fight against Himmel and Heiter in their muscular forms to test the combat power of his Mechanical Magic Puppet body.

The battle was about to break out. Li Yan turned away as he watched the eye-searing muscle battle. Recently, a guy nicknamed the Sage of Corruption, Qual, seemed to be very arrogant. He created a powerful destructive magic called something like Killing Magic. He wondered if Guval could handle the muscular Himmel and Heiter, as well as the Hero of the South with his Mechanical Magic Puppet body.

Upon entering the room, Aura was lazily sprawled on the sofa, taking a nap, while Frieren lay on a rocking chair clutching Magic Tome. Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue stood gently behind Frieren, combing her hair.

"Young Master!"

"Senior brother!"

Upon seeing Li Yan's arrival, Frieren happily put down the Magic Tome she was holding. She had recently grown tired of some of the older Magic Tome and wanted to go out and collect some new Magic Tome.

"What's wrong? Why are you so enthusiastic? Is there anything you want?"

With just one glance, Li Yan saw through Frieren's little scheme. Usually, she would be lazy when she saw Li Yan, but if there was something she wanted or something to play with, she would be exceptionally enthusiastic.

"No, I miss my senior brother. I think about him every day and want to go out and play with him."

Frieren clung to Li Yan's arm affectionately. It had been forty or fifty years since she had left the house, and her desire to stay at home had been worn away.