However, this doesn't mean he can't do anything right now.
Ever since the Psionic Energy mentor, Willow Seretima, uploaded a complete set of handwritten basic Psionic Energy teaching materials to the official website, he began to practice according to the contents, using his body to purify the Psionic Energy around him that had been contaminated by the Demonic Tide and store it within his body.
At this point, simply lighting a lamp, setting a fire, or even using traditional methods like shards of ice for an attack is no problem for him.
The fact that he had to use Psionic Energy Circuit involved in discharging electricity.
As for Psionic Energy vision, he hasn't fully mastered it yet.
According to the textbook, [ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] is currently practicing elemental Psionic Energy, which was one of the most common mage factions before the Demonic Tide erupted.
Just as the group was about to exchange some more words, they suddenly felt a chilling wind blow from behind.
The interior of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess is absolutely safe, so this omen can only be a Psionic Energy warning, symbolizing that some danger is approaching.
The moment this was realized, a wave of Psionic Energy swept across the entire King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, like an earthquake wave, without encountering any effective resistance.
A rare look of excitement immediately appeared on [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s face. He looked at his companions, waved his hands, and said:
"We succeeded! We really managed to elicit the Grand Duke's Psionic Energy fluctuations!"
"Everyone, turn on the recording function! The historic moment is about to begin—we will create the Machine Spirit!"
Everyone realized what was happening, started recording their screens, and then waited quietly.
The seven people present already knew about Antasia's awakening process.
As soon as the Antasia awoke, it led Gray and Nora out of their predicament, and finally demonstrated a steady character and route planning ability comparable to that of an old merchant.
Everyone desperately needs a partner like this!
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Although there were no clocks, everyone silently counted in their minds, feeling the passage of time second by second.
Wake up! Wake up!
The half-dragon lay prone by the trapdoor, sticking his entire head into the bottom layer, waiting to see what an impressive sight it would be if all eighty Blood Corpse roared at once.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Three minutes passed.
Everyone saw that the smile on [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s face gradually stiffened, as if he was somewhat unwilling to accept the fact of defeat.
But there's nothing that can be done about it; any innovation carries the risk of failure, especially in this chaotic world of games.
Even if all variables are made the same, it is not necessarily possible to create a second Machine Spirit.
Perhaps the Antasia will become priceless?
With that thought in mind, he pulled down the lever on the other side with force.
This lever controls the tunnel boring machine's drill bit in front of the fortress. Since the Machine Spirit cannot be activated, we will proceed with the original plan to leave this place first.
As the lever was pulled down, the Blood Corpse at the bottom began to stomp on the pedals beneath their feet.
With a roar, the drill and conveyor belt started operating, and some fresh soil and rocks, even mixed with a few insects, appeared on the conveyor belt in the middle layer, and were sent little by little to the one-way door at the back.
However, their Good Times Don't Last. Just when everyone thought that getting out of trouble was on the agenda, the lever that had been pulled down suddenly yanked up with a sharp "snap".
The Blood Corpse stopped stepping on the pedals, the conveyor belt and drills ceased operating, and the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess instantly returned to silence.
Seeing this, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pulled the lever down again with force, but unfortunately, just like a faulty circuit that couldn't be switched on, it would immediately spring back after each pull, and the entire fortress simply couldn't operate.
Upon seeing this, the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] who had orchestrated all of this collapsed backward onto the ground.
The Machine Spirit Project was somewhat radical, and its failure is understandable, but he simply cannot accept that this drill device is inoperable!
Did I waste all those years taking all those specialized courses?
The stack of those reference books was almost taller than him, and with the Blood Corpse technology of the Graycast Corridor and the plant-based auxiliary system of the Second Holy See, he simply couldn't think of any reason for failure.
Lost in self-blame, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s lips trembled. After a long while, he finally uttered a heartfelt self-assessment:
"Ugh, what a useless fellow."
He braced himself with his hands on the ground, preparing to get up and begin the troubleshooting process, when suddenly the ground trembled violently, knocking him back to the ground.
"What kind of situation..."
Staggered by the tremor, the group was filled with confusion. While earthquakes were likely a natural disaster in the World of Disorder, they couldn't possibly be that unlucky, could they?
At that moment, with a "snap," the lever that had been impossible to pull down suddenly fell down on its own.
The sounds of "boom" and "buzz" returned as fresh earth and rocks appeared on the constantly moving conveyor belt, traveling backward until they disappeared at the one-way door.
"This..."
Having witnessed the entire process of the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], doubts almost overwhelmed my mind. Why did I resist it before? Why is it now operating automatically? Why...?
The next word explained everything perfectly.
That is -- Machine Spirit.
"Quick!"
He looked towards the trapdoor and shouted to the half-dragon man still lying there:
" Lion, listen carefully, what are the Blood Corpse saying?"
The half-dragon looked up, half surprised and half puzzled, at the trapdoor connecting the upper and lower levels.
"I said..."
"What did you say?"
I don't understand.
"What?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] ran quickly to the trapdoor, jumped down, and landed on the only open space on the entire ground floor that had not been fitted with the Blood Corpse Power Component.
At this moment, eighty Blood Corpse were struggling to step on the pedals, while they were constantly making whimpering sounds.
The sounds from the different Blood Corpse bounced off the surrounding wooden walls, eventually mingling with the roar of machinery, making them virtually indistinguishable.
So the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] closed its eyes and focused intently on the sensations, ignoring the mechanical noises with its mind.
He then adjusted the auditory synchronization of his body to amplify the sounds emanating from the throats of the Blood Corpse.
He finally understood; he understood what the Machine Spirit was saying!
As the half-dragon said, it's right that he couldn't understand what the Machine Spirit was saying, because--
The Machine Spirit is crying.
The sound he extracted using his mind and the game's settings was undoubtedly a child's sobbing cry!
He roughly understood why this was happening.
In that instant, cold sweat covered the entire body of the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ].