My Cellular Prison
Chapter 2143

Congreve Newton

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More than forty years ago.

A little boy named Congreve Newton was born into an Artisan Family in the Upper District of the Holy City.

Both of his parents were renowned Mechanical Artisans in the Holy City,

Influenced by his family, Newton was already able to assist his father with the construction of complex machinery at the age of six, occasionally even offering unexpected suggestions.

He soon had a small workshop of his own, where he spent nearly every day creating all kinds of little inventions.

However,

By chance,

Newton's parents planned to bring a birthday surprise to their son on his eighth birthday, since he had forgotten his own birthday and was still immersed in Mechanical Creation.

Without knocking, they quietly slipped into the little workshop carrying a specially commissioned Birthday Cake.

Who would have thought,

This method of celebration would bring his parents an even greater surprise—then shock, then terror.

Their eight-year-old son,

Was actually using no tools at all while engaging in Mechanical Manufacturing. He twisted screws of every size with his bare hands, hammered thick steel plates with his fists, and could even press flat bulging metal with his fingers.

Such behavior without "tools" was considered a blasphemy against the God of Artisans, as well as disrespect toward the field of mechanics.

Therefore,

Whenever Newton was in front of his parents, he pretended to use tools.

But when he worked alone, Newton found that using his "bare hands" was more efficient, more precise, and even allowed him to temper his own body in the process.

Still,

This was not actually much of an issue. Newton was just a child, after all. At most, his parents would scold him a little... they were even somewhat pleased that he possessed such Innate Divine Strength.

What truly shocked his

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