In truth, as a former Kindling God, a great being once praised by others, Bankurt had still cared about his dignity at first, so he had neither urged them on nor shown any impatience.
But after sensing the approaching crisis, he could no longer afford to worry about such things.
The first time he had stubbornly clung to his pride, it had nearly killed him, almost causing him to lose himself in the Forgotten Corridor.
If he kept clinging to his pride again, perhaps not even this last shred of consciousness would remain.
So, after gathering all the residents of the City of Enlightenment, Bankurt immediately had the scholars first strip away some residents' consciousnesses and attempt to fuse them with dolls.
But—the result was failure. Not a single attempt succeeded.
Faced with such a situation, Bankurt was naturally extremely unwilling to accept it.
Back when he had been Kindling, facing the threat of death, he had thought more than once about what eternity was, and what could truly endure forever.
All matter and energy constantly changed and perished within the scales of time and space.
And the only things that seemed to have a chance of transcending all that were "consciousness" and "self."
Consciousness required a vessel. Without one, it would perish. If he could find a way to not need a vessel—or, failing that, a way to continually change vessels—then that too would count as eternity, allowing one to live on forever—
He believed his line of thought was not wrong.
But time was running out.
Thus, he ordered the fanatical scholars to use precision machinery retaining the great power of gears to extract the consciousnesses of all City of Enlightenment residents for emergencies. He also brought over the City of Enlightenment's energy core and began creating a