Genius Magician Who Eats dicine Episode 610
Selection Ceremony (2)
A gigantic stadium where the ister selection ceremony is held.
Unlike the empty audience seats, the VIP seats located on the top floor of the stadium are brightly lit.
Dozens of screens relaying the current situation are simultaneously floating in various places in the VIP room where the warmth lingers.
More than dozens of people watch the artisans work in different ways.
Among them, there were normal human figures, but there were also a lot of cyborgs and robots that were not human at all.
“Is that the artisan recomnded by the bailiff at this selection ceremony?”
Isabella bowed her head at the sound of a hard voice coming from next to her.
“Yes, Commissioner Brahms.”
“hmm… … .”
A mature man with a solid expression stroking his beard with a disapproving look.
The wide shoulders that cannot be hidden even through a suit and the muscles peeking through the sleeves of a shirt suggest the size and level of training.
The side of the man’s face has been completely replaced with a machine, giving off an inorganic tallic glow.
Brahms, who looked over the screen at the figure of Lennok who was standing on the workbench and wiggling his hands, finally opened his mouth again.
“Disappointing.”
“… … .”
“See how you can’t lift even a single lump of iron. You look weak. I’d rather be stubborn and stupid. To stand in front of the flas all day, you have to be strong above all else, right?”
“We tried to be fair so that we could et the standards as much as possible.”
Isabella answered without batting an eye.
“There will be no consequences that go against the rules of the Ex Machina.”
“Aren’t you trying to side with the machine head now?”
Brahms asked, not hiding his sarcastic tone.
chanical brains of scholars. Iron hearts of warriors. Craftsman’s Warhamr.
It is an undeniable fact that of the three factions separating the Ex Machinas, who lead the Machine City, Isabella, the Executioner, is the closest to the Iron Heart.
Likewise, Commissioner Brahms of Steel Heart was secretly sarcastic about Isabella, who was trying to keep the middle way despite having such a background.
“I didn’t prepare just one author. The artisans selected to produce the minimum results at the selection ceremony have already… … .”
“I know that you handpicked the author a few days before the selection ceremony.”
Isabella kept her mouth shut.
Brahms glanced at her like that and slowly stroked her chin.
“If the author causes trouble, you will be responsible for it too.”
“… … understand.”
Isabella maintained a calm attitude even as she watched Ujat, who was standing next to her, clenched her fists.
He understands that if he hastily reacts emotionally, he will only feed the mbers of the Iron Heart.
After the failure of the Ascension Gate, the Ex Machina split into three factions.
In the direction divided by the head and heart hamrs, the executive officers were also slowly being swept away without winning the flow.
In the process, it is still undecided which side will ‘maintain’ this gigantic machine city in the right direction.
Nonetheless, there is no one who does not know that it is the right thing to do in this city to attract even one more skilled artisan and ister.
There was a reason why the ister selection ceremony, which was only an honorary position a long ti ago, had beco so grandiose.
“Hmm… … .”
But even while Brahms threatened the bailiff, the other isters who filled the VIP seats didn’t pay attention.
Rather, the isters gathered forward one by one as if pushing Brahms standing in front of the screen.
“Ugh… … !! What’s going on?”
“Commissioner Brahms, move aside for a second. Can’t you see the screen well?”
“He stands out very well among the other artisans.”
Realizing that so of the isters who participated as judges for this selection ceremony were keeping an eye on Lennok, Brahms asked with a slightly puzzled look.
“You an you like the workmanship of that craftsman?”
However, the isters responded to Brahms’ question with a calm expression.
“Look at that. As long as the eyes are properly attached.”
“It hasn’t been long since the selection ceremony started, but you keep talking to other artisans.”
As he said, Lennok, who could be seen through the screen, was constantly talking to other artisans near the workbench.
Every ti Lennok says sothing, the faces of the artisans facing him change from amazent to disapproval.
Then, as if Lennok’s hand gestures, he turns into a worker who moves in perfect order.
Commissioner Brahms also shut his mouth with an indescribable expression at the sight of Lennok treating more than four artisans like his own workers in an instant.
“Isn’t it fun? To the extent that I could easily obtain the cooperation of artisans in this short amount of ti.”
“Commissioner Brahms knows very well how proud artisans who are skilled enough to participate in the selection ceremony are so proud and obsessed with their results.”
A few isters stroked his chin in an interesting way.
“In the first place, due to the lack of deadlines and strong pride, people who do not cooperate well with each other without any restrictions are voluntarily stepping up to help one young man like that. Aren’t you curious about his skill?”
“Um… … .”
The fact that there is no other regulation other than the submission of the results within the ti limit at the ister selection ceremony is not because craftsn are encouraged to collaborate or help each other.
Even if you barely manage to take care of your own submissions, it’s a very tight ti. Pride as a craftsman high enough to participate in the selection ceremony.
There is a sense of pressure that senior artisans who are already better than them are going into the screening process with a clear view of the process.
Even if there is no such regulation, most artisans are fully aware that organized collaboration is aningless.
However, Lennok knew this, but as if it was natural, he talked to other artisans, persuaded them, and obtained their cooperation.
It must be because the aning of Lennok’s words conveyed to them sothing higher than the tight ti and pressure.
“It’s a pity that the microphone isn’t good enough. I’d like to hear at least a piece of what you were talking about to convince them.”
“Look at that. At first, he seed to be explaining about iron ore, but now he is picking out tals for other artisans instead.”
At first, Lenok seems to be helping the craftsn, but on the contrary, he starts teaching and helping the craftsn who cooperate.
What’s even more ironic is that even in the middle of their busy lives, the artisans quietly listened to Lennok’s explanation and nodded, looking for the tal they needed.
“Please take a closer look at the minerals that Lyman craftsn deal with.”
One of the relatively young isters kindly pointed to the screen and explained.
“Shape mory alloy folding. It is a tal that can only be handled by knowing how to touch, maintain, and adjust the magical flow inside the mineral. It is a new material that has not been disclosed to the outside world at all since it was developed in the Black Palace workshop in less than a month.”
“… … .”
“It is a difficult item to touch unless you are a craftsman with an innately high sensitivity. That craftsman recognized that and chose to machine that tal.”
“Folding is one of the future tals expected to be responsible for the miniaturization and weight reduction of artifact parts. It’s because it takes a lot of skill to designate and maintain the form of transformation and restoration due to magic power.”
At the end of the VIP seat, attention gradually begins to focus on the conversation between the isters.
“There are so things in the world that get attention and attention just because you know how to handle them.”
“It’s like eating half of what you know how to do well. The eye itself to choose a tal should already be regarded as a sufficient pass.”
Brahms, who watched as the screens seen by the distinguished guests were switched to Lennok’s, quickly cleared his throat.
“Hmmmm, of course, I intend to respect the judgnts of the isters, but the act of giving extra points to the evaluation with only good eyesight… … .”
“… … .”
As Brahms tried to keep his conversation going, Lennok left the workbench and started moving.
“Oh, have you made all the tools now?”
“The speed is much faster than I thought.”
“good. I can’t wait to see what kind of stuff he will make… … hmm?”
The isters’ eyes widened as they watched Lennok approaching the display case with interest.
It was because Lennok, who passed by the display case where the materials and hardware needed for equipnt production were placed, headed straight for the display case where the broken equipnt and artifacts were piled up.
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‘Manufacturing field is handled by outsourcing.’
That was the first conclusion that Lennok ca to after learning the principle of the ister selection ceremony.
‘I’m not familiar with tallurgy, and I don’t have the skills or strength to handle tal. It’s not sothing I can do to create usable equipnt with just a lump of iron.’
Although he is acting as a craftsman, Lennok’s ability is far from the virtues that a superman in the production world should possess.
Of course, if you use your intuition and sensitivity as a wizard who has reached the limit, you can sohow copy and learn the artisan’s tallurgy, but
what aning does that have in this contest where isters are selected?
Simply knowing how to handle iron and craft equipnt was of no use.
What this selection ceremony demands is to achieve outstanding results in three fields befitting the position of ister.
That’s why Lennok decided to leave the results of equipnt manufacturing to other artisans and focus on maintenance and remodeling.
‘In the field of modification, I decided which items to modify. The problem is what kind of equipnt to maintain… … .’
At first glance, the process of remodeling and maintenance looks similar, but the goals are completely different.
If the modification is to improve the performance of the existing equipnt or to modify the functional direction of the equipnt itself.
Maintenance is close to restoring a broken piece of equipnt to its original condition.
Like Lennok’s modification of Isabella’s magic amplification device, maintenance may be more difficult than modification depending on the type of equipnt to be touched.
It’s a simple task, but you have to choose your equipnt well.
Fortunately, each broken piece of equipnt on display for maintenance submissions had a scorecard attached to it, making it easier for Lennok to judge.
‘Magic Dispersion Mirror Ball. 56 maintenance points. It’s not difficult, but I need a higher score when I hit the production score.’
Lennok was lost in thought as he walked through the stadium at high speed past the display cases.
‘Spiritual vision goggles. It is difficult to fix unless you manually adjust and replace the lens magnification, but the score is only 65 points… … Wrong.’
Lennok moved freely into the depths of the display case, examining other high-scoring equipnt that he might be able to get his hands on.
Proclamation of the gathering of criminals. A high score of 82 and relatively obscure problems. once on hold.
Triple folding mid-size piston. The cause of the broken connection is certain, but the hassle of having to manufacture and repair the necessary parts yourself. 77 points. off topic.
Small horsepower nuclear fusion reactor. The score is a whopping 94 points. However, the technology required to manufacture the equipnt has never been disclosed to the public.
Equipnt with obvious problems that can be repaired with Lennok’s knowledge either has a low score or takes a lot of ti.
Most of the high-scoring pieces of equipnt are either severely damaged or have very high prior knowledge and technical barriers to maintenance.
Lennok, lost in thought, passed tirelessly through the display case holding a screwdriver until, at so point, the mana flowing from the inside of the display case stopped her steps.
“… … Artifact?”
Near the deepest display case in the stadium. It was because artifacts, not simple chanical equipnt, were lined up.
Shapes of artifacts that radiate clear magical energy that cannot be hidden even in a broken and broken state.
Unlike complex chanical equipnt, it is often in the form of a simple necklace or accessory.
[Clive’s necklace. 112 points.]
[Despair of Alorbane. 125 points.]
[Artificial Juseong Bakroecheongu. 138 points.]
Contrary to the nas of chanical equipnt, which were sowhat intuitive, the nas were vague and conceptual.
Among them, there are items that have beco artifacts in the form of chanical equipnt, but there are also quite a few that are not.
There are not many artisans who co to this showcase and look around the equipnt, but all of them have a fierce look in their eyes.
Perhaps these are the artisans with the skills to actually aim for the ister title at this selection ceremony.
Lennok walked through the display case in a sharp gaze that seed to check Lennok, who had arrived late, and stopped in front of the equipnt located in the last display case.
In this huge and splendid stadium, the tomb of stolen goods is overwhelmingly larger than the other showcases and forms a gigantic mountain.
Less than ten artisans are just hanging out in front of the mountain of this display case, which has no na written on it, let alone a score card.
“This… … .”
“You’d better give up, young man.”
As Lennok muttered the words blankly, a soft voice behind him dissuaded him.
A stooped old man with a warm-looking expression was looking up at him.
“Unless you want to blow your few chances in vain, don’t touch the stuff over there.”
“… … Why?”
“Can you see that the nas and scores of the equipnt placed there are not properly written?”
He nodded his head with an old man’s indifferent expression.
“The treasure of the Crown of Hearts, which stores the most valuable and ancient artifacts in the Machine City. People say that these are equipnt that even current isters cannot touch.”
“… … .”
“Aside from everything else, this is a space reserved for artisans who are aiming for isters in the maintenance field. If you fix sothing that can’t be fixed, that alone will allow you to be recognized for your achievents and get a high score.”
The old man lowered his voice slightly and continued speaking while looking around.
“I saw you deal with foldring alloys. You don’t have to push yourself too hard, but after the selection ceremony, the workshops will take care of you. Don’t be rude and wait patiently.”
Did you see Lennok subcontracting other artisans to mold various tals?
It seems that the old man already knew what kind of tal he handled and selected in the process.
However, instead of nodding to the old man’s persuasion, Lennok stared blankly at the old man’s behavior.
“you… … .”
The mont the old man lifted his shoulders slightly as if uncomfortable with the gaze, Lennok opened his mouth.
“You are wearing a watch.”
“Hmm?”
“Unlike maintenance, artisans undergoing a fabrication or remodeling process usually do not wear anything over their arms. Because it gets in the way of strenuous work.”
Lennok spoke again before the old man could react.
“If you look at the collar, you are wearing a shirt that is as good as new, but only one shoulder is strongly wrinkled. It ans that I haven’t moved for quite a while in a tilted position… … .”
Saying that, Lennok averted his gaze.
“Considering the ti the selection ceremony started, it seems that he barely moved from here as soon as the event started.”
“… … While the old man was speechless, Lennok, who had been looking around for a while, moved on without hesitation
.
“If I was working on my work, stationary at the end of the stadium, watching my work from a distance of thousands of ters, there was only one possibility I could think of.”
“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about… … .”
The old man’s words, which had been smirking nonchalantly, stopped as soon as Lennok saw sothing elongated that he had pulled out from the last display case without hesitation.
A beautiful telescope that emits a brilliant iridescent light.
Even at a glance, it seems to reveal that it is an unusual treasure, and even in this stadium with dark lights, it is shedding a unique light.
“Equipnt with the ability to see thousands of ters from a sitting position. Wasn’t that also repairing the items in this display case?”
Lennok smiled as he stroked the telescope he had lifted.
“It turns out that you are a craftsman like who is aiming for achievents in the maintenance field.”
“… … Put it down when I say nice things.”
The face of the old man, who finally revealed his true color, sank gloomily.
“Did you an to persuade to return and reduce the competition?”
“Pavaya’s Phnom Penh is sothing that a young artisan like you shouldn’t touch.”
The old man shook his head as if he couldn’t help it.
“I just didn’t want to see a foolish artisan like you disrupt my work by recklessly turning this space upside down.”
“… … .”
Did he not want the other artisans to find out that he was aiming for the celestial mirror, so he noticed Lennok’s approach and put the celestial mirror back in the display case?
I couldn’t sympathize with that tenacious obsession, but I understood the old man’s intentions in giving Lennok advice and pretending not to know.
An ancient artifact called the Heavenly Ritual of Papaya.
Lennok nodded after lightly synchronizing his magical powers and ending his internal exploration.
“It’s an object used to look through cracks in non-existent space by adjusting the magnification of the lens on different spatial axes.”
“… … what?”
Lennok laughed as the old man looked back at him more surprised than ever before.
“Unless you are an ancient species born in the imaginary dinsion and able to walk a tightrope between spaces, it is difficult to repair. It’s definitely not sothing I can touch.”
“That’s right. I don’t know how the hell you knew that. quietly… … !!”
“But at least I can try to fix it so no one else can fix it.”
Could it be that he was sure that Lennok knew the principle of the heavenly law and therefore did not lie?
The old man’s face collapsed with pitiful ease.
“Oh, no… … please don’t… … . It took a very long ti to get my hands on the Heavenly Ridge… … !!”
“Then will you help do a treasure hunt inside this case?”
“… … A treasure hunt?”
Before Lennok could answer, he took out a broken pike hilt from inside the last display case he was standing in.
“This pike fragnt. It is an artifact that contains the magic of ‘coming’. It also has a fairly strong concentration of magical power.”
“… … “
Now, in this showcase, so of the treasures that Machine City has collected and stored for a very long ti are on display.”
Lennok asked while waving the clairvoyant at the old man who was silent.
“Wouldn’t it be rather a great loss for a craftsman to pick out an item to repair without examining all the items gathered here?”
Lennok had no interest in the Pavaya’s Celestial Mirror, which the old man was aiming to repair from the beginning.
That’s why Lennok was thinking of reversing the weakness of the old man who was trying to exclude him from competition, and having him examine the artifacts piled up in this display case instead.
Even at first glance, the old man is a master craftsman who participated in the selection ceremony aiming for the heavenly mirror of Papaya many tis. They were also likely to be familiar with the artifacts displayed in the showcase.
Belatedly, the old man frowned slightly and sighed, as if he understood Lennok’s words.
“… … I got it completely wrong. Got it. But the odds of a precious relic that is poor enough to be repaired are not very likely to exist in a display case like this.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
As Lennok said, he quietly reached into his arms and took out a black cube.
The shape of a cube that constantly changes and changes its shape as if it is constantly rising from the inside of the shape of the cube.
“Because it is certain that it exists. All we have to do is find it.”
A dium artifact that has the ability to randomly recreate the results of another spatial axis by injecting magical energy received as a gift from Ming.
Penterect had been reacting in front of this display case for the first ti in a while.
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