Symphony for the Insect Princess

After making sure she was asleep, I discussed it with the other three people, of course, in my head.

(…Let me confirm this again, Big Sister Ni, you deliberately lured Riversta to Okomi just to take his head, right?)

(Yeah, what else?)

(At first I also thought you could do it, Nier, but after coming into contact with Oshimir, I began to realize how powerful those sages are. Are we sure we can win against the Star Sage who is at the same level as the Sage of All Skills?) Aisia also expressed concern.

(You are wrong, it is not 'we', it is 'I'.)

(……I don't understand you.)

(That is to say, I will deal with the Star Sage Riversta Gondar by myself, and you have other tasks.) I said seriously.

(You're kidding! You're saying you want to deal with Xian alone—)

Before he finished speaking, Sedroon fell silent.

The other two were also lost in thought.

"""..."""

After a few seconds, it was Aisia who spoke.

(If someone else said they could take on the Sage alone, it would be sheer wishful thinking, but when you say it, Nier... it seems a bit more plausible.)

(Speaking of which, we still don’t know how strong you are)

(Is it really possible to fight the sage one-on-one?)

(Well… who knows? Maybe.)

I was careless.

My strength?

Is it meaningful to discuss this kind of issue?

There's no point discussing strength in front of someone I'm determined to kill. To the Blood Emperor, our Maya's Great Sage is like a rat that can be crushed to death with a single step. Rivista is even weaker than a rat. Even if I'm truly stronger than Rivista or even the Great Sage, I'm just a "more tenacious" rat. Perspective is crucial. They think the Sage War Emperor and his ilk are powerful simply because they've never seen a truly powerful person.

(Rather than worrying about me, you should focus on your own tasks. You are responsible for the Sage of All Skills.)

(Yes, yes, yes—Haaaaaaaaaaaa!?)

(Didn’t you hear? Let me repeat it again—)

(No! Is it possible that even the Sage of All Skills is your target!?)

(Of course I don't want any third party to interfere when I'm dealing with Rivista)

(Ah…oh…oh, so that’s it, Nier. So they just wanted us to hold him back…)

(No, I hope you can cripple him, or even kill him directly)

"""..."""

(That's exactly what it says. Oshimir has no real role in my plan, but he can be used as a catalyst, and it would be more natural if he died. Just do as I say. We'll stay in the Atlas Building for about three days. We'll probably leave when Riversta gets impatient.)

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the next day--

“Hmph~~Hmph~~Hmph~~~~”

While humming a little tune, Oshimir inserted the needle into Aisia's arm, drew a full tube of blood, labeled it, and put it in the refrigerator.

"So, Aisia, Aisia, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling any discomfort as your blood loss increases?"

"I didn't feel anything at 500ml, but I started to feel nauseous at 1000ml, and I felt uncomfortable at 1500ml."

"You're lying~~ I carefully examined your blood composition and found traces of frequent use of body-strengthening drugs. In my opinion, you wouldn't feel anything unless you lost over 2000ml of blood, right?"

"..."

"Why are you so defensive with me? You're my most perfect creation. I would never ruin you. Of course, if it's about sex, then you don't have to worry. I gave up sexual desire many years ago, haha."

"...Well, I'm sorry, Lord Oshimir, I was just overthinking it."

"Right, right? Just treat me as your confidant brother—oh, and since gender is meaningless to me, confidant sister is fine, too—that's all. Show me your living habits, your words and actions, everything about you. Even a single hair on your body is valuable research material!"

"Um……"

Aisia had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Just be good~"

Oshimir casually pulled down a control lever on the test bench, and one side of the workshop immediately flipped over, revealing several huge machines that were obviously from another world.

"This is..." Aisia frowned and thought for a moment, "I think it's called a CT machine or something?"

"It's called a Computed Tomography Machine! Both Earth and Marsialo have these things. They use X-rays, gamma rays, ultrasound waves, and other things, along with highly sensitive detectors, to perform cross-sectional scans around a specific part of the human body. That's how it was originally. Of course, I've improved it. Not only does it use magic crystals as its energy source, but it also emits magical resonance waves instead of X-rays or gamma rays! Actually, after this level of modification, calling it a 'CT machine' isn't really appropriate anymore, but I'm too lazy to come up with a new name, so I'll just call it this!"

"Amazing……"

This was no mere compliment; Asia really thought it was amazing.

Reconstructing and improving the machinery of the outside world using Maya's magical techniques—it sounds simple, but in reality, it's incredibly difficult. Aisia had spent countless years, both physically and financially, successfully modifying some of Earth's classic firearms and ammunition. For someone her age, this was a truly remarkable achievement.

But guns are just guns after all, and except for the very advanced ones, they don't usually involve sophisticated electronic technology. But something like a CT scanner requires a super-complex machine that uses electronic technology like "computers," not to mention countless peripheral components. And all of this was completely cracked and improved by Oshimier...

He is truly a wise man with all the skills.

Click, click, click—

The sound of dry, mechanical footsteps approached, and two strange creatures walked over.

They looked a bit like puppets unfinished by puppeteers, possessing an indescribable eeriness. Their heads resembled the skulls of birds or lizards, and they had eight arms, each more like a puppet's than a robotic one. Standing three meters tall, their shells of unknown material didn't conceal the internal components, leaving nearly half exposed.

Walking behind these two big guys was a petite girl.

The girl had thick black hair and skin as white as jade. She wore clothes reminiscent of surgical gowns and had slender limbs. She was beautiful, but her face was completely expressionless, revealing an inhuman, inorganic quality.

"Are they...old-fashioned autonomous puppets? And...this one, could it be your android?"

Chapter 149 Oshimir (Part )

"Are they...old-fashioned autonomous puppets? And...this one, could it be your android?"

"Ahh, old, yet classic. Although they look the same as the old models, I actually made some major changes to them internally."

"Then this artificial human is..."

The android girl noticed Asia's gaze, turned towards her, and bowed. There was something inexplicably strange about her. She looked completely human, but she felt like a machine in human skin.

"She's E-08. From the perspective of 'imitation of humans,' she's a completely defective product. However, I created the E-series, including her, for another purpose."

"Any other purpose?"

"That's right!" Oshimir suddenly became excited. "It's the reproduction of human intelligence! To be honest, most of the androids I created are mentally retarded puppets without self-awareness, and the rest are mostly of average intelligence. It really bothers me! The goal I set for them is to create 'highly intelligent androids that can independently improve and even develop the works of human alchemists'! How's that? Impressive, right? Although compared to you, they're complete garbage!"

It is indeed very powerful, extremely powerful. For ordinary alchemists, being able to create an artificial human with independent consciousness by chance is enough to brag about for a lifetime, but Oshimir has already moved in an even more exaggerated direction.

"..."

Even when her master called her "trash" to her face, the android girl E-08 just blinked. Perhaps she has very little emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness?

"Hello... hello... E-08?"

"What are your orders, Master?"

"I just called you trash right to your face. Shouldn't you be 'angry' at a time like this?"

"…………angry?"

"like this!"

Bang! !

Oshimir kicked E-08 hard in the soft abdomen. She was kicked several meters away and fell heavily to the ground. The severe pain in her abdomen made her curl up on the ground and gasp for breath.

Even so, she remained expressionless, with only a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Seeing this, Oshimire shrugged and shook his head. "See? Even if I call her trash and use unreasonable violence, she won't feel 'dissatisfied'. I should probably consider scrapping her."

The result of strengthening intelligence is a lack of emotion. Such a work cannot be called a success, and it is no wonder that Oshimier is dissatisfied. Aisia nodded in understanding and changed the subject.

"You said this series of androids can improve themselves and even develop the works of human alchemists. So, were these two puppets made by her?"

"Yeah. I only gave them the most basic requirements, and left the rest up to them... For example, you see, I remember the task I assigned to E-08 was to 'make the movements of the old-style puppets accurate to the micron level' - huh?"

Oshimir suddenly frowned (although it couldn't be seen through the mask).

"..."

He walked around one of the puppets, looking up and down, the two lenses in its eyes zooming in and out, as if measuring something.

"Oh my... this is not good... this is not good... this is really not good."

"What's the matter, Mr. Oshimire?"

"This large of an error is no longer something we can easily ignore... Look, the position it just stood at is 1.4853mm off from the coordinates I specified."

"If its movements could be accurate to the micron level, this would indeed be a significant error, but with just a slight adjustment—"

Aisia said, but was ignored by Oshimir. He looked at E-08 who had just climbed up from the ground with the help of the wall.

"If I remember correctly, you told me before that 'we have successfully improved the precision to the micron level', right?"

"...Yeah." The android girl replied, still expressionless.

"But something went wrong again, and it was an error that could not be ignored."

"Ah."

"So what are you going to do?"

“Further corrections will reduce the probability of errors.”

"Huh? What's the next time?"

boom! ! !

At that moment, Aisia's eyes blurred and she didn't see what Oshimir did at all before E-08's body exploded.

There was no noise, no fire, the android girl exploded into a ball of blood foam in an instant.

"Automatic cleaning begins—"

A cold mechanical sound was heard in the workshop, and countless metal motors on the walls emitted fine lightning. In just a few seconds, all the debris was reduced to ashes by the electric current, leaving nothing behind.

It's like cleaning out the trash.

…No, this is cleaning up the trash.

"Ah, my goodness! I'm so sorry to have made such a fool of myself. This isn't the first time E-08 has messed up. Three times in a row. For an E-series product, she's really too inferior. It's time to scrap her."

"...Oh, really? That's really... such a pity..."

Yeah, what a shame.

This was Aisia's heartfelt thought.

They are all defective products that will be scrapped anyway, so it would be nice if I could dissect and study them myself first.

"Okay, you can go back today."

"Ah, are you going to 'sleep' again?"

"Yeah~ Haha, I'm an older person after all, and taking an afternoon nap is good for my body and mind."

"Oh... then, I won't bother you anymore."

Oshimir disappeared through the inner door of the workshop and was nowhere to be found. Aisia also left the central workshop.

This is the most important information she currently has.

Every day, between two and four in the afternoon, Oshimir would go to sleep.

During this period, his contact with the outside world will be completely cut off, and no one will be allowed to disturb him.

Even a fool knows that this is not just ordinary sleep.

On the other hand, no matter what they did during these two hours, it would not be directly known to Oshimir.

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"Um……"

Charlotte wandered about the huge building, seemingly aimlessly.