"Try controlling your lower arm..."
Just as Kratos was puzzling over this, Arost's voice came from below, breaking his train of thought.
"My arm?" Kratos had been about to say that he seemed unable to move freely right now.
The next second, his instinct to obey orders made him move his arm.
A clattering din reached his ears, announcing that some rather large object had begun to move.
Soon, a metal arm wrapped in chains appeared in Kratos's field of vision.
Its design was far from refined—one could even call it bulky.
Yet it radiated a brute sense of power.
With its palm spread open, it was even longer than an adult Goblin was tall.
"This..." Kratos's heart jolted.
Before he could ask anything, Arost's impatient voice rang out again:
"Keep it down. I added an extra set of control components for you. You can control it precisely."
"Try removing the chains on the arm yourself."
"Oh... okay..." Kratos answered dazedly.
After some fumbling, he indeed sensed other things hidden within the arm.
Before long, several lasers suddenly fired out, melting through the chains.
The sudden weight made Kratos's vision tilt again, and he toppled uncontrollably to one side.
In the end, Balgon reacted quickly enough to steady him in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Hopeless idiot!"
"Y-Yes, Master... I'm sorry..." Kratos said shamefully.
At the same time, he grew even more curious about his predicament.
It seemed the "Iron Coffin" life-support system was not merely keeping him alive and allowing him to cling to a miserable existence.
"There's no need to apologize. The rest of your life will be spent atoning for your sins." Arost put away his tools, a trace of satisfaction entering his tone. "'Iron Coffin' Prototype One has operated successfully. Consider that a