Mechanical Instinct Frame

“Let’s add a little bit of spices to it–Which negative emotion do you think goes best with a steak?”

I asked my girls for their thoughts. I assud that using a certain amount of negative emotion as spice could potentially change the curse that would co out of this, but it was my first experience with cooking a curse. It was all very experintal.

“Mmh… Maybe… Anger…? The… Fire… Makes… Things… Look… Mad…”

Poppy ca up with an idea first, and everyone else seed to agree with the sentint that the little show I had put on by producing so big flas had made the cooking process look ‘angry’. I suppose fire was a common symbol for wrath and the like.

I have often heard that fire mages who are too in-tune with their elent tend to be quite quick to grow irritated–Inversely, they also have a tendency to llow out rapidly. Akin to a fire being suddenly put out by a bucket of water.

In any case, I wonder which sort of anger to use… My harvesting of negative emotion isn’t neatly cut into just a handful of categories. Each of the ‘core’ negative emotions had several… Sub-types of sorts, I guess you could say. So of those variants, I only had in small portions.

I even knew that there were negative emotions that I had yet to actually collect, even once. Thanks to my abilities, I had a rather good feel for that sort of thing. I was well aware that there were ‘rare’ negative emotions for to gather. The problem was that to get soone to experience these things, I would need to really break my back tornting them in a certain manner, or find soone already experiencing them.

Before, both options would have been difficult. The latter sounded simpler, but before acquiring ‘Rember ?’, I would have had no other choice but to sohow beco the target for those emotions, and it was actually quite difficult. Especially when introducing myself to them could easily just cause them to feel sothing else–Usually fear–And simply direct that at instead of anything else.

With ‘Rember ?’ I could bypass all that trouble, so I presud that I should soon receive so of those rarer emotions.

In any case, I decided to just go with the basics for now, sprinkling simple anger onto the steak.

Soon enough, the dish was complete. A steak accompanied by so fresh thy.

“What do you girls think?”

“Delicious… Looking…”

“Can… Spirits… Eat… This…?”

That was a good question. Ghosts shouldn’t be able to eat regular food, but this was sothing that I had prepared inside of a mindscape, using ingredients that had spawned out of thin air… Well, they had not been created from nothing, but it was still far from being normal food.

I looked at the steak I had put inside a plate and tried cutting it. This surprisingly worked just fine.

I tried eating a small piece myself first. It felt just like eating a steak, like when I was a human at first, but when I tried to swallow, the piece just broke apart into the negative energy that had been used to create it in the first place.

The energy wasn’t returned to , but I guess that I felt slightly energised? Sowhat?

In any case, it was perfectly fine to eat, so I picked another piece.

“Alright, Girls. Say ‘aaah’ for ”

Mara, aren’t they a bit old for this? Apart from Ophelie, maybe…

Nonsense, there is no such thing as a little sister being too old to be fed by . They’ll always be the little sisters. Ergo, they’ll always be my cute little ghosts who deserve cuddling and attention.

…This reminds of when Leton would get sick. He’s always been so frail and fragile. The smallest cold seed like it would kill him. He couldn’t move from bed, and the fever would make him delirious… It was up to to make sure he was fine and ate properly.

Mara…?

I collected myself before I snapped the fork in my hand, giving a piece of the steak to everyone. The effects of the food were more noticeable on my little sisters. It felt sowhat similar to when they went for a trip into the furnace to receive so negative emotions and be empowered.

The food did this on a much lower scale, but it still did it.

Interesting…

Once the steak was all gone, I opened the system panel listing my curses, and indeed, there was a new one there.

Minor Curse Of Endurance Loss - Reduces the target's endurance by a set amount. The curse remains upon the target for twenty-four hours. Curse can not be recast on the sa target if the target is still bearing the curse

…It’s… Not that bad, I suppose? I was frankly expecting worse from such a simplistic dish. Seems like this kitchen can produce so good stuff, huh?

Now. My curses pretty much require being applied through physical contact. Considering the fact that it was a ‘minor’ curse, the effect was probably not that pronounced, but it was still leagues above what I had co up with before acquiring the kitchen.

Now that this recipe has been made into a curse, it has been added to the cookbook. Also, it has unlocked a bit more information for to share concerning the kitchen!

Ah… Was it waiting for to cook sothing?

Indeed. You must know that als can only be turned into curses and added to the cookbook every so often. You are not permitted to create a slew of new curses back to back–It’s the sa reasoning as usual. It is to be more challenging…

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In any case, there is sothing important that you must know. A particular recipe can only result in one curse. If you were to recreate the dish you just made, nothing would happen–However, you can make variants of that sa dish

By intentionally making variants of a recipe you have already turned into a curse, you ensure that the variants will be, well, variants of the original curse.

For example, if the variant you cook is considered to be an upgrade from the original, you will probably get an enhanced version of the sa curse. Either one that is a direct upgrade from the previous, or the sa curse with additional effects

If the variant is considered distinct enough, you will instead be likely to receive a curse that functions in the sa manner, but instead of targeting endurance, will target sothing else

Of course, if the ingredients and spices used are rare or otherwise geared toward sothing specific. The result could be a bit unpredictable

Mmh… So, you’re telling that from now on, steak recipes are nearly guaranteed to result in curses that will take away sothing from my target?

Precisely

I see…

Not the most exciting kind of curse, but definitely a useful kind. A superior variation of the ‘Minor Curse Of Endurance Loss’ would be incredible to have, especially if its limitations were removed and I could just let my fists rain down on them to eat through their endurance.

What about the limit on cooking curses? How long is it?

It depends on the particular dish that was cooked. For a minor curse like this one… It should be about five days

Five days for a minor curse? And I assu that the ti increases in an exponential manner?

It does…

Well. I suppose it was to be expected. That special system of mine doesn’t seem very willing to give good stuff without downsides… That’s fine, it can do that since it ca accompanied by Nara.

You can practice recipes in the anti, though, and also get more familiar with the equipnt–This thing over there is a wood-fired oven, for example. You can make bread in there

Mmh… All of this is awakening my inner chef.

It had been a while since I had handled any cooking, and it was still just as enjoyable as I rembered… It didn’t seem like I lost my expertise either, so I should be capable of baking impressive cakes like before–I myself have never really liked cakes very much, I always preferred fruit pies, but Leton was more of a cake enjoyer…

“...Do you girls like cakes?”

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“This… I never would have suspected that you have such a place under your residence, Mister Nebulo…”

“Oh, it is nothing much. Other nobles have much larger secret areas. The skill of space distortion is actually sothing passed down in the royal family. Receiving items capable of bending space is a sign of trust and respect for nobility”

“Really? Is it really fine if I know this?”

“Of course, the only people who don’t know are those of lesser status than nobles. All of the other nation leaders are well aware. It is only a secret for show… While we are here, do tell about your nightmares. Have they been getting better?”

“Ah, yes, thank you for this, Mister Nebulo. Without you, I never would have been able to et Miss Binibelle. Not only did she figure out how to nearly completely rid of the nightmares, but she is an incredible teacher as well!”

“That is good to hear… But if they aren’t completely gone, then it ans…”

Leton Nebulo did not finish his sentence, but sighed in the most bizarre manner Jupo had ever heard. An odd mix between relief and distress.

The apprentice mage-blade wanted to speak up, but stopped himself. It wouldn’t be proper to pry into the inner thoughts of a noble.

They continued to walk in silence, passing by and through several large rooms with impressively high ceilings. So of the more typical giant species would be able to stand upright just fine within them.

The ambience of the rooms was loud, steel squeaked and slamd constantly, puffs of smoke and steam would burst out at seemingly random intervals, all sorts of carefully-enclosed wires ran along the walls, organised so perfectly that it was almost uncanny.

This place was like an inverted reflection of what Jupo had believed was Leton’s workshop, but what he had seen previously had just been the tip of the iceberg.

Below the Nebulo residence, a spatially distorted space housed an entire factory filled with enormous machines, the mage couldn’t even begin to comprehend the purposes of, automatons of various shapes and sizes worked without stop to build… More automatons, but also other items, so of which sowhat resembled cannons.

Jupo had seen a few of those blackpowdered-power things in the past. Objects capable of unleashing incredible force without needing any energy-infused items, or even the intervention of anyone greatly skilled.

Cannons could be built and operated by most mundane people, and that was where their main strength lay.

In warfare, the powerful individuals, the sort of people who were said to be capable of eradicating armies with a single spell or the swing of their blade, never truly participated.

War was waged between mundane armies and a handful of ‘lesser’ champions at best. The real deal was only sent in when things were truly serious… Which was bizarre to Jupo, wasn’t war extrely serious to begin with?

Leton Nebulo seed to agree with this belief. Here, he was building soldiers and heavy weaponry. Soldiers whose lives could be sacrificed because they were not alive to begin with.

The specifics of what the ‘Father of Machines’ intended to build were unclear, but today, he had asked if Jupo could help him. Naturally, the apprentice was happy to help the man who was the reason why a great healer had quickly co to regenerate his lost limb.

“I myself am lacking when it cos to offensive magic. I only manage to do things with mana when it cos to my chanical creations–So I require your assistance to test the mana resistance of so of the automatons”

“Do you not have tools to do this for you, Mister Nebulo?”

“Of course, I do… But I thought that it would do you good to be able to cast spells freely. You’re always stuck learning and learning inside the city. I know you don’t mind because of your instructor’s… Great teaching thods”

“However, it is best to test yourself every once in a while, no?”

Jupo bowed slightly.

“I thank your generosity, Mister Nebulo”

“Heh… It literally costs nothing, let’s not talk about generosity…”

They arrived at a sort of small office tucked away from the rest of the facility, the door only opened when Leton showed his eye to so sort of strange device. He swung by to grab a key that was needed to unlock the area they were headed for.

Whilst inside that rather comfy office, where sohow, the loud sounds of the factory were absent… He spotted several paintings hanging from the wall.

One seed to be of the entire Nebulo family, and the rest were portraits of the different mbers of the family.

They were all in pristine condition, but for so reason, the one most prominent was not of the whole family together, but that of Leton’s sister.

Jupo looked down at what was engraved into the bottom of the fra.

Mara Nebulo