Ripples on the Surface

Without a doubt, the ignition of the Trans-Temporal Beacon was like a lighthouse suddenly appearing in the darkness, flickering with faint light.

It dispelled the Dark Void that had isolated one independent world and universe after another, allowing countless geniuses trapped within their own worlds to find a bridge to communicate with the outside.

Especially the vast amounts of incomplete knowledge that had been cast out as bait—it was like throwing a massive stone into a stagnant pond.

The ripples it stirred had already begun causing one incalculable impact after another upon the worlds that received the information.

At this very moment, in a universe where humanity had established a vast galactic interstellar Imperium, on a small colonial planet located in a remote region, a priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus stood before an enormous super mech with no cockpit, loudly chanting hymns in praise of the Machine God. His voice was filled with excitement, fanaticism, and irrepressible ecstasy.

Though he retained the brain tissue most essential to an intelligent life-form, nearly every other part of his body had been replaced by various mechanical structures.

His body was essentially a metal skeleton mounted upon various life-support systems. Both hands had been replaced with mechanical arms, countless mechanical tentacle-like appendages surrounded his body, and his entire brain was housed in a sealed, incomparably sturdy container. His so-called face was merely a steel mask accompanied by numerous agile, high-precision electronic cameras.

His lower body was not made of legs and feet either, but insect-like metal jointed limbs.

The head that had originally occupied the highest point of his body had also been replaced by a device flickering with energy, apparently the power source for this mechanical body.

Beneath that device was a thick, neck-like structure, connected at the front to something resembling a