Surely it wasn't that bad.
Sir Awen gasped at the dazzling golden light, then curiously turned his gaze to the device in Lynn's hands. It gleamed gold, completely restored, practically brand-new.
"That's the repair finished? That ability of yours really is something!"
He instinctively took the thing from the hollow-eyed Lynn.
He examined it carefully for a moment.
Then he pressed its switch, and the device instantly transformed with a series of clicks into a pair of precision mechanical glasses-exactly as it had been before breaking down.
"I'll give it a try."
Without any hesitation, Sir Awen reached up and fitted the device over his eyes, ready to activate it.
But Lynn instantly snapped back to his senses too. Remembering the semen-spraying marvel he had repaired last night, he suddenly sensed trouble and reached out in alarm.
"Wait!! Awen, Big Brother!! Don't just try it..."
But it was already too late.
Click-
Sir Awen had already casually entered a search keyword and activated the device he had made.
The keyword he entered was simple: [Night Doctor]. Under normal operating conditions, the device would activate and automatically search for everything related to that term within several dozen kilometers. He had stopped using it regularly partly because its positioning was poor, and partly because the risk of discovery was high. It wasn't particularly suited to intelligence work.
But Dark Night City was full of Night Doctors.
So the device should have had an easy time finding them.
Splash-
In an instant.
A faint red light shone from the device's lenses as it activated.
And in that same instant, an image formed inside the lenses. It seemed countless times more efficient than before the repair, leaving even Sir Awen a little astonished. Its search performance after being repaired was far better than his