"Not enough. There isn't enough energy. I need more energy! How many times do I have to say it? This is a process that obeys the law of conservation! If this is all you can provide, what you get will be nothing but trash—not even worthy of being called a defective product!"
"Forget it. I'm not in the mood to waste time here today! Hurry up and prepare a few toys for me and send them to my room... Also, send me a female hunting dog. I want it pure white!"
His bloated body slowly lumbered out of the laboratory like a worm.
His name was Master Pride. He was the only being in the world capable of using the bizarre power known as Constructive Alchemy, and he had come from another world—but in essence, Master Pride seemed much like a human.
At least, in the present world, he was more or less human—at the very least, he could be injured.
When the Black Order discovered Master Pride, he had already been seriously injured. It had been a dark and stormy night when the Black Order found him on a mountaintop.
He had fallen like a meteor, and the place where he landed had even suffered a forest fire.
Yet even under such a terrifying impact, Master Pride had not died. The members of the Black Order had even witnessed him gradually recovering from a lump of bloody flesh resembling rotten mud into the shape of a human.
Although it was an exceedingly ugly shape.
"Still not enough energy?"
Inside the laboratory, the core researchers of the Black Order could not help but feel their hearts race. Master Pride might not know what this place was, but they did.
This was a nuclear power plant in the most powerful nation