[After the memories laden with blood and compassion had been copied with extreme precision up to the current milestone, you slowly dispelled your domain deep within the filthy, freezing Sewer.]
[The pitch-black outer shell of the domain, which symbolized absolute isolation and the breath of death, silently dissolved in space like melting black snow.]
[You also withdrew from the Cursed Spirit form that supported multithreaded, higher-dimensional operations, returning to this fragile yet more tangible human, carbon-based shell.]
[When you pushed open the workshop's heavy door and stepped into the corridor, looking somewhat exhausted, you ran straight into Masamichi Yaga, who had rushed over immediately.]
[The instant he sensed that the suffocating, abnormal fluctuations of your domain barrier had completely subsided, he had set off at once and come to stand before this door like a guard.]
[Masamichi Yaga looked in astonishment at you as you stood beneath the corridor lights.]
[With his exceptionally keen senses, he examined the surroundings and discovered that the air was now completely free of the cold Cursed Residue belonging to your Cursed Spirit form, which had made his soul tremble.]
[Although your presence was somewhat unsteady from extreme concentration, you had indeed returned to being the human student he knew.]
[He swallowed dryly and, with extreme care, addressed you in a tone that sought to probe the results of some forbidden endeavor.]
["Is it... finished?"]
[You offered no lengthy explanation in response.]
[You merely raised your hands slowly, giving Masamichi Yaga a direct look at the three cores you held.]
[The surfaces of these three originally dull, raw cores were now densely engraved and covered with intricate Cursed Patterns so tiny that even a magnifying glass could barely make them out.]
[Watching his eyes instantly widen, you answered in an even voice.]
["Not yet. I've