Second-Generation Magical Loom

That evening, Manus enjoyed a rather lavish meal in the Mage Tower, yet his mood was nowhere near as good as he had imagined.

"As expected, it still wasn't the same flavor..."

Manus set down his knife and fork, wiped the corner of his mouth, and recalled the scent he had caught when smelling the unfinished Delicious Potion.

No matter how he continuously adjusted the properties of the ingredients with the Black Earth Technique or fine-tuned the seasonings with precise proportions, different was still different.

There were similar foods in this world that imitated one ingredient with another. No matter how miraculous their reputation was, there were always details that simply could not be made up for.

Manus's precise control allowed him to make those details extremely similar, leaving differences that ordinary people would hardly notice.

Yet his keen senses also allowed him to pinpoint every difference with perfect accuracy. He could not even deceive himself if he wanted to.

Self-deception went against his true nature. He could not and would not do it.

"People still have to look ahead... Right, I should see how my robe is coming along."

Manus took a deep breath and headed to another section of the Mage Tower. This had originally been the Necromancy School laboratory, but since Manus did not think he would be conducting any additional Necromancy School research in this world anytime soon, he had temporarily requisitioned it as a weaving workshop.

At that moment, a mage robe was being woven into shape within the workshop through an automated process.

Manus had already completed the modifications to the Second-Generation Magical Loom. Although its current weaving efficiency was still somewhat pathetic compared to the mechanical looms in factories, factory looms could not weave while simultaneously performing operations such as enchanting and soul