``` [After witnessing your extraordinarily capable working state, which defied all common sense, and realizing that staying here would offer no substantial help whatsoever, Masamichi Yaga dragged his shoes, soaked in sewer water, and silently withdrew from the pitch-black space constructed by your innate domain, filled with shock and complicated emotions.]
[As Masamichi Yaga's presence faded completely into the distance, the domain shell enclosing the workshop closed again, turning this sewer, filled with despair and the aura of death, into a sealed chamber absolutely isolated from the present world.]
[At last, you formally began engraving and crafting the three cores.]
[Your central control body and the independent duplicates positioned on either side closed their eyes, devoid of any human light, at the same time.]
[Without any hesitation or transition, you directly and brutally activated Time Perception Expansion in the deepest reaches of your consciousness.]
[The already dull, oppressive sound of flowing water around you, and the trajectories of droplets falling from the sewer ceiling, were brutally stretched out without limit in your perception, frozen in place.]
[This time, however, facing the terrifying compounded strain that had once exceeded your human body's tolerance within a single minute and ruptured blood vessels in your brain, you, now fully transformed into a cursed spirit, displayed an entirely different, absolute composure.]
[Of course, as the subject of that perception, you could still clearly feel the intense strain, like countless steel needles stabbing deep into your brain and stirring violently.]
[It was a tearing sensation caused by the signal feedback of three bodies operating simultaneously and the compression of time, becoming an intensely oppressive pressure that weighed heavily upon your thought center, constructed from cursed energy.]
[But that was the full extent of the burden.]
[You would absolutely never face the prospect of brain death