This world of magical patterns was like a trap brimming with temptation. The longer one watched, the more easily one would fall into it—especially a novice in magical patterns like Kant, who only understood half of what he saw.
Continued study could also lead one to sink into that dazzling flood of light and color, believing oneself enlightened while actually gaining nothing, perhaps even suffering an assault upon the mind.
With Kant's knowledge, he naturally understood that this was the consequence of insufficient talent and foundations. He quickly withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the magical pattern projection.
"What do we do next?" Kant asked.
"For now, there is nothing else to do. Just let me examine these magical patterns carefully," Angel replied swiftly.
Kant nodded, letting the Authority Eye float in midair and feeding it a little magic power so it could turn its viewpoint freely.
Kant did not dare look at that magical pattern projection, afraid his mind would sink into it. Instead, he began observing the surroundings, and eventually his gaze settled on a transparent pod shaped like a coffin.
Inside the pod stood an upright mechanical puppet. From the patterns engraved upon its face, Kant immediately recognized its identity.
"Hunting Sequence No. 4... I never expected the earlier-ranked Hunting Sequences to be stationed within the nodes of the magic energy array..."
Not long ago, after they had encountered Hunting Sequence No. 18 and No. 19 on the first floor, Reynolds had explained the status of the Hunting Sequences within the laboratory.
In the words of Reynolds and some low-sequence personnel, the Hunting Sequences were universally regarded as cold-blooded enforcers. Anyone who violated laboratory regulations would be purged by them. Since their deployment inevitably resulted in death, they bore the prefix "cold-blooded."
However, Reynolds had