Before the mountain cabin, a strangely posed figure steadied himself against the fence and trees as he staggered across the clearing. His movements were awkward and unpracticed, like a toddler learning to walk again.
However, the man learned quickly. Before long, he was getting the hang of it, gaining increasingly deft control over his ball-jointed right arm and legs, which resembled gelatinous dolls in appearance.
Hmm, I underestimated you, Touko. The restoration job isn't bad.
"Bang!"
Yet just as Samael was admiring his landlady's craftsmanship, the runes on his leg joints exploded, spitting sparks and thick black smoke. The victim nearly lost control of his lower body and planted his face straight into the ground.
I take it back. Garbage!
After being conned into serving as a test subject, Samael put on an Ochumelov-grade face change, fiercely condemning the defective limbs beneath him, which had broken down after barely any use.
"Looks like there's a problem with the connection between the mana conduction and pseudo-neural circuits. I'll need to readjust them."
Touko Aozaki stepped forward, decisively stripped the prosthetics embedded in Samael's body off him, and took them back for further study.
The test subject, ruthlessly abandoned where he stood, watched her retreat into the house without even looking back and firmly shut the door behind her. His mouth twitched speechlessly, deeply wounded.
Finally, after the suffering snake had been left out there for a full two hours, the door creaked open. Touko Aozaki emerged in high spirits, carrying the adjusted prosthetics in her arms as she began a new round of experiments.
This time, the results were better than before. He adapted to them for a full two hours. However, Samael's Authority had been sealed by Crimson Moon's demonic sword, leaving him unable to provide motive power. Once the