Genius Engineer in the Labyrinth - Chapter 350



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Necropolis (7)

A high-rise hotel with a panoramic view of Heliopolis, Taylor, wearing a gray gown, turned around to take in the city’s night view.

“Are you okay?”

“What is it?”

Taylor shook his head at Alan’s answer. How could he have such an indifferent reaction after experiencing something unbelievable even with his own eyes?

Even Alan was at the center of the incident. He solved Kamai’s resurrection ritual, and was also involved in a very, very big problem that arose in the middle.

A normal person would have been so shocked that they would have been bedridden for a few days. But today, too, Alan calmly continued to refine his magic engineering materials.

“You’re strong, but I’m worried… Ah, what’s this? A bone?”

“I picked it up in the Necropolis. It’s infused with magical power from the clash between Kamai and the demons, so if I were to create an undead with it, it would be a good one.”

“Are you learning necromancy now?”

“There are no limits to magic engineering. Likewise, knowledge has the power to analyze and reproduce the world. Is there a need to draw a line?”

“hmm···.”

Taylor was impressed by Alan’s serious appearance, then suddenly came to his senses.

“That’s not it. Is your right eye okay? You said it absorbed Kamaishi’s energy.”

“yes.”

“Don’t answer so calmly. When I obtained [Space Manipulation] in the snowfield, I heard that the spirit of Katan was hiding there.”

“Did I say that for nothing···.”

“Oh my!”

Taylor’s concerns were perfectly natural. After all, Kamai was far superior to Katan in terms of dealing with the mind and soul. This meant that even if he did use his tricks, they would be on a much higher level.

“Does Kamai need to do that? You saw it too, sir.”

“I banished the devil of the deep from reality. And myself along with it.”

If Kamai had an ulterior motive, there was a much easier way. If he had run away the moment Alan handed over his heart, who would have stopped him? But Kamai sacrificed himself to banish the demon.

“I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Would anyone be given the title of Ka? The standards are surprisingly strict. But did he die?”

“Nobody knows. They may still be fighting in the deep sea.”

“What on earth is the deep sea, or rather, all things in the universe, that it harbors such a monster?”

“As the name suggests, it is the embodiment of the world itself. Instead of matter, it is composed of magic, sorcery, and mystery. Now, it is so intricately intertwined that no one can grasp its depth and extent.”

“I thought it was just a convenient tool. It was nice to be able to just sit back and buy horse racing tickets.”

“···.”

“I’m not saying I’m alive right now.”

Taylor waved her hand as Alan stared at her. There was no reason to interfere unless it was an addiction. Alan returned to focusing on preparing the ingredients.

As I opened the spiritual power in my right eyeball, I could vaguely see something seeping into the shin bone of the Necropolis Mountain. It was difficult to determine whether it was a soul weathered by the years or a residual thought.

It may not seem like an incredibly great ability, but there is a huge difference in feeling and seeing. Just as Alan awakened the Ma-an and his interference with magical powers grew to a terrifying degree, the Yeong-an also has potential.

Taylor was sitting on the couch watching when the doorbell rang and she jumped up.

“Room service is here.”

“···.”

Instead of Alan concentrating, the door opened and an elder wearing a mask came in pushing a hand cart. A female employee followed him.

“Alan has no intention of staying in Kemet.”

“People’s hearts can always change depending on their efforts.”

The hotel I am staying at now was also run by the Kamaishi school. If an outsider saw it, they would probably applaud and say that they know how to repay the favor.

“It’s sticky.”

“Heh heh.”

Taylor saw through their intentions. He had seen Alan’s talent and had seen Kamai hand him something, so he wanted to embrace him.

The Kamaishi school is a continuation of the tradition, but the rules are flexible enough to adapt to people’s needs.

Each elder looked at Allen and pointed to the staff member who was placing food on the table.

“What about that child? She is the prettiest and purest child in the school.”

The necromancer, dressed in hotel staff attire like every elder, boasted an appearance that would make ten out of ten people turn their backs on him if they met him on the street.

“I’m twenty-two now, so I’m much younger than you.”

“Sigh.”

Taylor’s smile quirked at her lips. Alan seemed to think she was at least in her late twenties, given that she was six feet deep.

The scene continued as each elder continued to praise the woman, while Alan continued his work in silence. When the woman placed the last plate and stood behind the elder, Alan finally raised his head.

“The lines are flowing.”

“You were a man too.”

“Of course it’s a man. Look at this. It’s a leopard bone found in the necropolis. It’s still soft to the touch even after so long. In addition, it seems that the magical power generated by the battle has flowed into it, giving it special properties. It would have been nice to find other bones, but it’s a shame that the entire city was destroyed.”

“Ah, that was the story···.”

Taylor chuckled at the sight of each elder’s embarrassed expression, but the laughter was quickly cut short by the door slamming open.

As soon as Zion came in, he checked Allen and then moved his gaze. He looked at Taylor and Elder Mae at the same time.

“Is this a senior center?”

“You spoiled brat. Since you’re here, you should have some dessert.”

“What is there···.”

Zion’s eyes stopped at the back of each elder.

“Wow, you’re my age. Shall we talk?”

It was a stiff pronunciation, as if a machine was reading it. Each elder nodded, perhaps thinking that it would be a good idea to become friendly with his colleagues. Zion and the woman left, and the elder also left the room.

By the time Alan finished dinner, Zion Hall had appeared. Taylor stared at her.

“If you use a knife recklessly, it won’t work.”

“Why did you decide that? Did your junior give you clairvoyance or something?”

“So did you do it or not?”

“I did it, but···.”

Taylor clicked her tongue and shook her head at the honest confession, and Zion responded shamelessly.

“It’s just a light conversation between magic users. The juniors don’t care anyway.”

“Don’t kill me. Don’t damage my limbs either.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Oh my.”

Taylor frowned. As the oldest member of the party, he was about to say something stinging, but then closed his mouth.

‘You changed your strategy in a way that is not typical of Zion. Who taught you this? Or where did you see it?’

A true last woman standing strategy to eliminate any woman who approaches Alan. Men and women are destined to pair up at some point, but who would he choose if there was only one woman around?

Taylor looked at the two of them, gritting his teeth. Alan’s attention was focused solely on the materials and abilities he had acquired this time, and Zion watched Alan like that as he wiped the sword covered in bone dust.

‘If Alan had been just a little weaker, he might have been locked in the basement.’

Taylor chuckled and turned his gaze back to the night view.

Alan made it clear to the Kamaishi school that he was leaving. They showed a regretful attitude that they could not join him, but gave him a lot of books on necromancy.

“The will of the ancestors is with you, so even though our paths are different now, I believe that one day we will cross paths.”

After saying those words, each elder left the hotel completely. Shiva nodded as he looked down at the disappearing elder.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a kind brother.”

“Goodness? You’re being too generous.”

Shiva clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at Nicola.

“Let’s say Brother Lumiere goes missing.”

“Master? That’s ridiculous···.”

“So, hypothetically, what would you do if an unnamed person claimed to have learned Brother Lumiere’s vision magic?”

“Um···, uh···.”

Nicola’s eyes moved around. Even without him saying anything, I could guess what he was thinking.

It was hard to blame Nicola, though. The first thought that came to his mind was the average of Maze City, and the world at large.

In a world where they claim to have something even when it isn’t there and take it away, you witness it with your own two eyes and still leave it alone? And you even give it to them as a gift?

“That’s why they call it good. What organization would leave alone someone who might have the founder’s treasure?”

“Mother-in-law?”

“Unfortunately, you won’t be free.”

Whether the two were having a serious conversation or not, Alan was focused on the work that was nearing completion.

It was a leopard modification. I happened to have acquired a complete and unique leopard bone, so I combined automaton engineering with necromancy.

Because of this, my return to Maze City was greatly delayed.

“sorry.”

“No, you can take it easy. Don’t worry about me.”

“Maybe it’s because the weather is hot, but people are very open-minded. I think I should get a tan like my teacher.”

“The river that flows through Kemet has a unique magic. It will make excellent holy water… Oh, did you hear? There are only seven days left until it matures, so I hope you can stay until then.”

“I’m bored. It’s been too long since I felt the sensation of cutting. Let’s go back quickly.”

The rest of them widened their eyes at Zion’s words. Since she was worried that the long-awaited peace would be shattered if she urged Allen on, they agreed to take turns dealing with them one by one with tears in their eyes.

And then Alan made a curious discovery. While trying to combine other soulstones around the leopard soulstone, his psychic eye caught something.

‘There’s something stuck to the thread. What will happen if I strengthen it?’

As if by reflex, his fingers moved to resolve his curiosity. When he touched the thread that connected the soulstones, the soulstone containing only a simple star character was absorbed into the leopard soulstone.

Alan opened the book of necromancy. He had been reading it so many times that the page he wanted appeared in just one go.

[The great soul devours the small one. ······. The teachings of the great necromancer Kamai.]

The situation was very similar to the phrase.

‘Is the soul stone, as its name suggests, made from real souls? Or is it a byproduct of the process of creating artificial souls?’

The leopard’s soulstone had finished absorbing the rest. Alan looked at the soulstone, which had grown exactly 0.1mm thicker, with interest.

I wanted to keep looking at it, but I hurried the work because the leopard hates it if I leave it out for too long. The leopard is always attached anyway.

He placed the soul stone inside the rib cage of the standing leopard, where the heart would have been, and took his hand off. The soul stone floated on its own, emitting light.

The light actually changed and attracted small magic fusion reactors, artificial muscles, and armor plates. The leopard, which was reborn with a real skeleton, shrank significantly in size. It was a return to its original state, having shrunk from a tiger to a leopard.

Alan approached the leopard holding a black cloth. The cloth was Shade. It was made from materials that were used to torture evil spirits that hid in the shadows, destroying their consciousness.

As the cloth was covered, the metallic silver-gray glow disappeared, and a color blacker than shadow enveloped the leopard’s entire body.

The leopard stared at Alan. If it weren’t for its blue eyes, it could easily have been mistaken for a voluminous shadow.

“Try to move.”

As if answering, the pupils blinked once, and blue eyes appeared in the darkness. A leopard was crouching inside a large box attached to the wall.

The first fusion has been successfully completed. Now all that remains is to gather knowledge and develop through trial and error.

As Taylor was finishing his duel with Zion, he came to ask for repairs and discovered the newly transformed leopard.

“Oh. It’s gotten a little bit smaller than before, but it looks cool thanks to the shadows billowing like smoke.”

As Taylor took steps toward Alan, [Molecular Assembly] restored the magicware to its original state. Taylor, who had become quite human, whispered.

“Can I do it too?”

“Undead combination?”

“So you’re saying it’s a combination of a leopard and an undead?”

“yes.”

“What is the effect?”

“Move through the shadows as you can see. Just like you, senior.”

Taylor, whose ears perked up, asked to do the same, but was horrified when she saw Alan coming towards her holding a human shin bone.

“Why the bones picked up from the necropolis?”

“We need an anchor to hold the undead in place. Since your bones are made of metal anyway, we can replace them with this…”

“No, no. I won’t do it!”

Taylor ran away, shocked by the corpse transplant, not the body transplant. Nicola, who had been watching, approached her.

“Are you going to come back now?”

“yes.”

“I’m going to get some rest and adjust to the time difference.”

“No. I have something to do…”

“What is it?”

“While working, I got in touch with Professor Oros. He is from the Labyrinth Department of Maze City University…”

“know.”

“I asked about the devil of the deep sea. He said we can talk in detail when we get back.”

“You never rest.”

“Why should I rest when I’m having fun?”

Nicola muttered something about being crazy and walked away from Alan. Then he bumped into Shiva, who was concentrating on something.

“Oh my god, Mom.”

Shiva screamed as he saw the blob of holy water escape from the bottle. But he was at depth 5. Shiva’s head crossed the air, leaving behind countless afterimages.

Nicola saw Shiva clearly, licking his tongue like a dog at each drop of holy water.

‘There is no normal, there is no normal···.’