[The second attempt at creating a fully independent cursed corpse proceeded without even the slightest mishap.]
[Perhaps muscle memory helped, or perhaps the previous repair work, so precise it had practically amounted to reconstruction, had greatly improved your proficiency. In terms of time, this second "Great Sage" came into being a little faster than the first.]
[When the brand-new Great Sage body slowly sat up on the workbench, its eyes glowing with the spectral blue light that signaled the operation of its soul core, you began the usual series of complicated, tedious conversational checks.]
[You keenly sensed that, although this new Great Sage's answers were almost identical to its predecessor's in terms of core parameters and underlying logic, there was still an indescribable difference in certain minute habits of phrasing and the almost imperceptible pauses before its answers.]
[If you had to make a comparison, it was like playing a creature-catching collection game.]
[You went to enormous trouble to catch two rare creatures of exactly the same species. They could learn and use precisely the same moves, and their base stats were identical; however, slight differences in their "natures" and "individual values" meant that they always displayed distinctly different little traits in practice.]
[After building two from scratch and undergoing that extreme repair experience, like walking a tightrope, you looked at the two cursed corpses standing together before you, like mirror images yet not entirely identical, and had essentially delivered your final, cold verdict: as far as "large-scale mass production" was concerned, the fully independent cursed corpse project could be sentenced to death.]
[There were practically no methods in this world that could drastically reduce production time while guaranteeing the absolute stability of the soul core.]
[It was destined to be a unique work of art that demanded time and