This was an extraordinarily strange doll.
Its shell was exceptionally thin, made of crude gears and broken metal parts. Lubricating fluid still dripped from it, and it wore a tattered dark-yellow cloak.
Yet despite being such a bizarre existence,
the aura it emitted still made one's heart tremble.
[Undying Gear · Bankurt] [Rank: ?] [Level: ?] [----] [Description: He was once the Gear Kindling who led the glory of old, the god of enlightenment and creation praised by countless lives, and a high-spirited, passionate young man----but now, he had chosen to cling to life in this form----]
As expected, the information panel was full of question marks.
The information in its name and description also largely corroborated the other's true identity----the person before them truly was the Gear Kindling of old.
However,
Prison Players also keenly noticed something.
Although the "Bankurt" before them still possessed immense power, that power was not so overwhelming as to inspire despair.
This body of his should only possess the ignition power of roughly Constant Flame. He had not touched Kindling; he was neither a divine corpse nor a Kindling.
Naturally, this meant that if they really fought, he was not without a chance of winning.
In fact, Bankurt's earlier words had already hinted at this.
After all, if he truly possessed the power of a Kindling at its peak, why would he need to waste words on someone who had offended him? Prison Players would probably have been reduced to ashes before he even saw his face.
Sure enough----
Upon realizing this, Prison Players immediately felt relieved.
Sure enough, the planners might be idiots, but they had not been stupid enough to make them fight a real Kindling----
But----why had the Gear Kindling become like this?
Hadn't he already died?
Prison Players