"Oh, oh, look at that—what a beautiful sheen. As soft and smooth as if it had been licked by a slug from a stinking gutter." Boiling Gentleman gazed obsessively at the metal sphere floating in midair, praising and admiring it to himself with bizarre metaphors. Only after a long while did he turn back to Angel. "Lord Shava, this is the complete power furnace."
Angel was also studying this newly created power furnace.
The entire power furnace looked exceptionally simple, consisting of nothing more than the Chaos Source and a metal spherical casing.
At first glance, neither the Chaos Source nor the metal sphere seemed particularly technical. Yet Angel understood that things were certainly not as simple as they appeared.
The Chaos Source in particular might have looked as though Boiling Gentleman had simply scooped it up at random, but its creation and composition had to be exceedingly complex.
"What does Lord Shava think of my power furnace?" Boiling Gentleman asked casually, but after the question left his lips, the emotions around him clearly grew more anxious. Evidently, he too hoped for Angel's approval of his work.
Angel pondered for a moment before saying, "It's perfect."
Angel still had many questions about the power furnace, but judging the furnace itself alone, he could find no fault with it.
Having received Angel's affirmation, Boiling Gentleman's voice immediately rose a notch, as though he had regained his confidence. "Lord Shava's eye is as precise as the rumors say."
The moment Boiling Gentleman finished speaking, just as Angel was about to say something, Spotty Dog in the distance suddenly began barking, "Woof woof woof!"
Angel turned to look. This time, Spotty Dog was not barking at the Twisted Seed's cage, but snarling toward a corridor along one side of the laboratory.
Angel glanced