"Yes."
Lynn calmly selected the confirmation option.
And at that very instant.
[Ding! You have diagnosed the target Mechanical Body with: mechanical molecular disintegration. The target has been paralyzed.] [Ding! You are performing Random Diagnosis on Nanomachines (2). Would you like to proceed immediately?]
"Yes."
[Ding! You have diagnosed the target Mechanical Body with: abnormal sensor wear. The target has lost its sense of direction.] [Ding! You have diagnosed the target with a second condition: abnormal disassembler short-circuiting. The target has lost its disassembly capability.]
As system notifications kept ringing in his ears.
Lynn concentrated fully, repeatedly unleashing his diagnostic ability on the Nanomachines invading his body.
This was precisely what he intended to do.
Because they were truly too small-so small that any single unit was weak enough to be crushed at any moment.
Only by gathering into collectives of millions, hundreds of millions, tens of billions, or hundreds of billions of machines could they unleash their terrifying destructive power!
And so.
Lynn was gambling.
Using his Random Diagnosis ability on the countless individual units invading his body, he was gambling on producing a king of poisons-a pathological condition targeting Mechanical Bodies!
And because this ability required contact to activate, Lynn had allowed himself to run rampant! He had made himself enormous enough to contain countless Nanite Swarms! He had made it possible to unleash his malice upon countless Nanomachines!
"Activate!"
Lynn roared.
[Ding! You have diagnosed the target with: abnormal mechanical decomposition!] [Ding! You have diagnosed the target with: structural virus!] [Ding! You have diagnosed the target with: bodily deconstruction! The target has disintegrated.]
Countless system notifications rang frantically in his ears.
And as he activated his ability.
His flesh was also being steadily devoured, its mass dwindling.
80% mass!
60% mass!