The golem was complete. Punk looked at this product, which could only be considered Journeyman Level, and was fairly satisfied with its appearance. He had added a layer of leather over the golem's exterior, making it look like an oversized rag doll sewn from horsehide. Faint crimson runes showed through it, giving it a bloody, eerie feeling.
Then Punk ordered the thing to take two steps. After receiving the command, the blood-red leather golem's soul core swiftly processed the information. The energy sustaining the golem's operation streamed endlessly from the modified soul, and runes lit up faintly one after another. The golem of flesh stepped forward for the first time with imposing majesty...
Splat!
...It fell over...
"..."
Watching the Flesh Golem struggle across the floor on all fours, Punk expressionlessly tilted his head. Then... a Kinetic Burst blew the embarrassing failed creation to pieces!
There was no doubt about it... the Flesh Golem's first experiment... had failed!
With the system's analysis, Punk quickly discovered the cause of the failure. The fundamental problem was the extreme incompatibility between soul and body. The flesh he had used to make the golem came from the first white horse, while the core soul had come from the second batch of white horses. The compatibility issue had appeared immediately as a result.
Then there was the most important issue—the soul had belonged to a horse. A horse's instinct was to walk on four legs, but the golem Punk had created was humanoid. The horse's instincts caused this humanoid golem to crawl on its hands and feet when moving. Although Punk had "cleaned up" the soul's memories, emotions, instincts, and such, some instincts that were too deeply ingrained had inevitably remained. Especially with the experimental soul constantly resisting, this troublesome residue had become even more