At some point, amid a kaleidoscopic distortion of space in the distant sky, Sir Awen had appeared outside the outpost, leaning on his cane and gazing intently at the dazzling silver light.
Clearly.
He could tell at a glance that Lynn was forging an immensely intricate and enormous device.
But even he had never seen an ability like Lynn's anywhere before.
[Ding! Stellar Furnace manufacturing progress: 51%. Your Mechanical Modification ability +1.] [Ding! Stellar Furnace forging progress: 58%. Your mechanical manufacturing ability +1.] [Ding! Stellar Furnace forging progress: 65%. Your mechanical manufacturing ability +1.]
As system notifications kept ringing in his ears, he manufactured and assembled more and more mechanical components. But the drain on his mental power was immense. His mind was stretched taut, and his eyes slowly grew bloodshot.
His fingers began trembling slightly, and his efficiency started to drop.
But he knew he had to hold on.
Only in this state of intense concentration could he keep the shape of every component and its intended position firmly in mind. Once he relaxed, thoroughly grasping those blueprints and documents again would probably take much longer.
But he didn't have that much time, and neither did Miss Doll!
Besides!
There were so many fucking people watching right now!
My head can roll, my blood can spill, but my style must never slip! Even if I have to grit my teeth until they shatter, I'm seeing this flex through to the end!!
(〝▼皿▼)!
All or nothing!!
But just as Lynn gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain his focus, he suddenly felt the tension in his consciousness and his mental exhaustion ease dramatically.
He turned his head sharply in astonishment.
At some point, that ethereal figure radiating green light had appeared beside him, resting a hand gently on