The players, busy campaigning for tomorrow's election, all turned to look, only to see a large group of vine tentacles dancing wildly and erratically.
Seeing this, Nuowa, who had originally wanted to offer some encouragement, suddenly felt that her preparations were somewhat unnecessary.
This Machine Spirit clearly has a built-in inspirational effect, requiring no external motivation whatsoever.
In the foreseeable future, Nuowa believes that even if the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" fails to achieve anything, it won't be discouraged at all; on the contrary, it might even motivate itself to work harder.
What a tough fellow!
He sighed almost imperceptibly, marveling at the energy and drive of young people—no, young Machine Spirit, they just had so much drive—before earnestly addressing the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess:
"Now that you've mastered this skill, it's time to learn how to draw Psionic Energy arrays and execute spells."
Reaching a corner of the cabin, Nova began earnestly instructing on the spellcasting techniques of the Machine Soul Psionic Arts.
Meanwhile, several of the Soul Returner had assembled a simple yet highly practical wheelchair.
The moment he saw the vehicle, Grand Duke Hall, who was bound in the spell, felt a chill run down his spine.
His different clones can communicate their memories at any time. The clone that has been taken to the Second Holy See and whose bindings have been completed has already conveyed the meaning represented by the wheelchair.
The clone that was captured in the Eternal Domain has begun to cooperate with the King of Domination and the Immortal King in experiments. The clone that was taken to the Second Holy See has also been locked in a dark and sunless factory. The clone that is currently here will also be imprisoned and banned in order to mass-produce that damned Machine Spirit.
The future of the Hall and the entire Hall Lineage has been entirely pinned on that last escaped clone.
The half-dragon clone that had possessed the human had already traveled most of the way along the boundary between the Graycast Corridor and the Eternal Domain.
Because the sentry posts on both sides were very tight, the clone didn't even dare to use Psionic Energy Formula, for fear of triggering endless pursuit by the patrol guards deployed in the satellite cities and border fortresses on both sides.
But it's okay, everything will be alright once we enter the Demon Realm.
There are many of his blood relatives there, and they would be happy to help him.
With this last glimmer of hope, Hall, who was restrained, was put into a wheelchair and his body was secured with restraints.
With Nuowa's help, Hall's clone had no chance of escaping, and soon a wheelchair that sealed the Grand Duke appeared before everyone.
Nuowa then began his own teaching demonstration, putting the fundamental Psionic Energy that the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" had practiced for so long into a practical demonstration.
Although Nuowa appeared to be fully focused on demonstrating basic Psionic Energy spells to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, everyone could see the conflicted and pained expressions on the Hall's face.
Along with that expression came faint squeaking and buzzing sounds.
After a brief moment of surprise, the players immediately understood.
Good heavens, it's a radio!
Having dealt with the Grand Duke, everyone busied themselves with the other tasks assigned by [ the Ginseng Rooster ], preparing for tomorrow morning.
After a busy night, the exhausted players finally couldn't hold on any longer.
This is not only because their daily online time is about to run out, but also because the bodies they are currently using have been running continuously for a long time.
The players, who were so busy they barely had time to breathe, clearly forgot that their bodies also needed to replenish energy.
After indulging in a feast of the Great Labyrinth City's unpalatable local specialties, the group swapped bodies again.
The five members, including [ Do Some Farm Work ], [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ], and others, reunited and began to continue following the plan left by [ Ginseng Rooster ].
The group has already discussed and agreed on the schedule for the next two days online.
One group of players was responsible for promotion and campaigning during the day, while another group was responsible for preparing materials and revising plans at night.
The two sides change shifts every twelve hours, and the only one who might suffer is their shared body.
However, players are generally in excellent physical condition, so occasionally squandering their health is no big deal; they can simply get a new set.
Watching the rising sun, [ Do Some Farm Work ] felt his whole body brimming with energy.
He waved his hand and pointed towards the most bustling area of Great Labyrinth City, saying:
"Let's go! Let's earn Gray a Grand Foundry Master!"
In the morning sunlight, Mr. Keli was awakened by a commotion, and a sense of confusion immediately enveloped his lingering morning grumpiness.
When he got to the window, he found that the source of the noise had already gone far away. After sulking for a while, he had nothing to do.
Fueled by pent-up anger, he lost all sleepiness and began packing his things, preparing to open for business early.
Keli's name was ordinary, his profession was ordinary, and his life was ordinary. He thought today would be just as ordinary.
However, as he opened the shop door to put up the sign, he suddenly noticed something he had never seen before.
It was a small, mobile fortress moving slowly, and the noise that had woken me up earlier seemed to be coming from it—it sounded like some unpleasant, unfamiliar tune. I never expected it to come back like this.
The reason Keli said he had never seen anything like it before was because he genuinely had never seen a fortress that could move on flat ground while constantly swaying from side to side.
At first, he thought there was something wrong with the fortress's suspension components, but after careful observation, he realized that the fortress's swaying seemed to be intentional on the part of the operator, and the rhythm of the swaying even matched a tune that could hardly be called a song.
As a businessman, Keli quickly understood the fortress manipulators' intentions—to attract attention, what's so strange about that?
And this operation was clearly successful; my attention was immediately drawn to it...
Just as he was about to go up and ask why there was such a commotion so early in the morning, he saw the fortress heading towards his shop.
What's going on?
This isn't some kind of mechanical repair shop; it's just an ordinary bakery.
However, the fortress continued to approach, and before it had come to a complete stop, two people darted out from the side door.
The two men were dressed differently from those in the Great Labyrinth City, and their faces were filled with excitement, their eyes bloodshot.
If Keli hadn't been convinced that the Great Labyrinth City was safe and secure, he would have almost thought he'd encountered Blood Corpse in broad daylight.
The two men approached him, and before he could ask a question, one of them said:
"Congratulations, sir! Because your shop was the first to open on this street today, you've been chosen as the first lucky winner!"