Highsmith admitted that he had overreacted a little just now.
He had been somewhat worried that the other party had discovered the matter of his "account." Then the other party had immediately gone all out, even using Mechanoid Frenzy. Naturally, it had scared him into instinctively unleashing a life-saving divine skill without another word.
So it had only been trying to scare him? How cheeky~
Hephaestus frowned as he studied Highsmith, sighed, and got straight to the point:
"I want to do business with you."
"Business? Go ahead."
"I want the blueprint for the 'Carbon Throne' in your hands, as well as one Carbon Throne."
"That's impossible," Highsmith flatly refused.
What a joke. This was a divine artifact of the carbon-based system, something he had drawn only because his luck had exploded. Ordinary biological civilizations did not even possess this thing. His two neighbors happened to be mechanical civilizations that did not recognize its value, so he had dared to use it openly. He had not expected someone to set their sights on it anyway.
Hephaestus had probably guessed his reaction and patiently said:
"You can name your conditions. You can probably guess that our faction has considerable capabilities."
Highsmith's eyes shifted as he said:
"Then I want the blueprint for Mechanoid Frenzy."
Hephaestus's expression froze. After a pause, he said awkwardly:
"Pick another condition."
Highsmith rolled his eyes. "In terms of technological value alone, the Carbon Throne isn't inferior to Mechanoid Frenzy, is it?"
Was that even the same thing!?
Hephaestus complained inwardly.
He had previously lost a resource planet, causing him to lose even his director's seat.
If he leaked the technical data of a civilization-destroying weapon, the advanced genetic lock in his body would probably automatically activate its self-destruct mode. Even if someone covered for him, it