Bone Angel

After studying it for half the day, the Lich Old Man muttered to himself, "It looks like installing two identical arms isn't impossible, but they'll definitely interfere with each other when moving. It'd be better not to install them at all. The best method would be to install a slimmer arm to assist with attacks from above or below.

"To meet that requirement, there needs to be a protrusion at the shoulder to serve as a connection point for the new arm and link it to the energy core. But the internal energy transmission pathways, the adjustments to the rest of the body, and the arm's shape will all be troublesome..."

Scratching his head, the Lich Old Man turned in place once and headed toward the Main Laboratory.

He returned shortly afterward with papyrus, a Goose Feather Quill, and an ink bottle in hand.

He placed the papyrus on the armchair, dipped the Goose Feather Quill in ink, and began to draw.

The Lich Old Man was sketching a design draft. It was abstract—or rather, ugly—but he did not care. In his view, as long as he could understand it, that was enough.

The only thing he cared about was...

"Smack!"

After drawing for several minutes, the Lich Old Man threw down the Goose Feather Quill with an ugly expression. He glared at the design sketch on the armchair and said, "What the hell is this? It'd be a miracle if it could be made!"

On the drawing was a severely distorted skeleton, with two long, thin arms growing from its back, like a pair of scorpion tails.

The more he looked at those two arms, the more awkward they seemed.

"It shouldn't be like this. It absolutely shouldn't be like this." The Lich Old Man shook his head several