Chapter 365: Chapter 365. New Warden
Back at Shi Zi’s mansion, the old puppet maker returned to work imdiately after sending off his guests. He was excited to finally complete his great project. Once operational, this battle puppet would be the first runic-level battle puppet in this era. His na would be forever rembered by the people of this epoch!
He continued to toil until late at night. He was already in the final phase. He had worked on this battle puppet for a very long ti. He only needed the power source to complete it, which he now had. What he had done since yesterday was calibrate the battle puppet to accommodate the power source acquired by Amon.
After nonstop work, he finally had the battle puppet ready before midnight. He inserted the power source into the battle puppet. The inside were complex clusters of cables and wires. He carefully attached these cables and wires to the power source one by one.
After everything was attached, he checked them to ensure there was no mistake. Finding no error, he proceeded to fill the fuel pod with lots of aer stone. He inserted the fuel pod into the allocated slot. The cables connected to the pod started glowing. The glow flowed through the cables into the power source, which also started to glow.
Shi Zi climbed onto a prepared chair to reach the control input.
"Alright! Ti to program you with so commands," he exclaid with excitent.
He felt a prick in his neck.
"Bloody heck! Why is there a mosquito in here?" He cursed. His hand instinctively reached for the spot where he felt the prick. What his fingers touched was a thin needle.
"What the...," he pulled out and looked at the needle. His blood dripped from the needle’s sharp end. Covered in his blood, he saw that the sharp end had a black substance on it.
He watched his hand holding the needle start trembling, and then the entire room shook.
Except it was not the room that shook. It was Shi Zi’s perception. His body quivered as he fell from the chair he stood on. He started vomiting black blood.
The nearby worker puppets rushed to his aid. They checked his pulse and applied first aid. They gave him recovery and curative pills. Yet, they were ineffective. Black blood started pouring out of his nose, ears, and eyes. Before long, he stopped moving.
The worker puppets continued their attempts to help him for a few more minutes. When his life reading hadn’t improved after five minutes since it stopped, they stopped the rescue attempt. They rose and resud their previous tasks, which were cleaning and tidying the place.
After the worker puppets were gone, Amon ca out of hiding. He stood over Shi Zi’s corpse. The needle on the floor flew up and entered a small box in his hand.
Amon climbed up the chair Shi Zi was standing on a mont ago. He was now accessing the control input of the battle puppet. He had studied this control input intensively yesterday, with Shi Zi unknowingly helping him understand. Even so, he could only input simple commands. His puppet-making skills and knowledge were not yet enough to input complicated programs. That was okay, though. He currently only needed this battle puppet for a simple task.
After inputting the commands, Amon assembled all the outer shells of the battle puppet. The battle puppet now looked complete. Finishing the task, he gave the battle puppet a command.
"Activate."
The battle puppet’s eyes shone with a red glow. It stood. At full height, the battle puppet asured almost five ters tall. It was bigger than the warden puppet inside the pocket dinsion. Amon asked Shi Zi about this during their yesterday conversation. Shi Zi explained that the bigger size actually made his puppet inferior. This was because he compensated by using a lot of second-grade materials when building this puppet. He had to use thicker plates when he could have used thinner ones if he had the proper materials.
Shi Zi said that the size made the battle puppet heavier and thus, slower. It also consud more energy to move, reducing its power output. All in all, it was a slightly inferior version of the warden puppet. Nevertheless, it had the raw power of a Lord Stage cultivator.
It was not an effective combat tool, though. He had to improve his skill in battle puppet programming if he wanted to properly utilize this battle puppet in combat. That would be for later. For now, he had only one task for this battle puppet.
He instructed the battle puppet to follow him. When he passed Shi Zi’s corpse, he picked up the old man’s space ring.
He then walked toward the portal box and activated it. The portal, which he entered yesterday, ca back into view. He reentered this portal.
*
Yuka was pulling at the glowing chain behind her, straining it to its maximum length. Her face showed savage excitent. She knew she couldn’t break this chain, but sooner or later, the energy sustaining the chain would run out. When that happened, it would be her freedom. After millennia of imprisonnt, the thought of freedom felt too tempting. She couldn’t wait for it to happen.
"Hm...?" She sensed soone approaching. She recognized the aura of this incoming person.
Amon appeared from the hallway. "Still hard at work, I see," he remarked.
"What are you doing here? I thought you would only co next month?" Yuka asked.
"This prison of yours is mine. I will co whenever I wish," Amon answered.
’Such arrogance. I will very much enjoy eating him when I’m free,’ Yuka thought in her mind.
Amon walked to the pedestal where the control panel was. He interfaced with it.
"What are you doing?" Yuka asked.
"I am changing this place’s entry setting. Currently, it only allows soone with the cultivation of the Transformation Stage or weaker to enter. I am removing the limitation so I can enter even after my cultivation increases."
"Hmph," Yuka decided to ignore Amon. She returned to her effort in straining the chain.
"There is one thing that cos to my attention," Amon said, which made Yuka turn to him again. "You lied to ."
"About what?" Yuka asked.
"Your prison chain. You said before that you need one hundred years to break it by straining it the way you do it now. That is a lie. I can see the power reading of the chain from this control panel. One hundred years is the ti it takes to break if you don’t do anything to it. The energy that supported that chain is much more deteriorated than it looked. If you kept it strain, you probably only need one year to break it."
The woman’s face of Yuka displayed a wide smile. "So what, demon cultivator? You can’t do anything about it. Don’t worry. I will uphold our bargain. I will give you my blood every month. You can collect my blood eleven more tis."
"Eleven? Because if I co another ti, you will be the one who has my blood?" Amon asked.
"Hehe. Don’t worry too much about things that have yet co to pass. It is not guaranteed that I want to harm you," Yuka chuckled. "If you don’t trust
and are afraid that I will harm you, you can always leave my prison box sowhere far away from you. I will not know where you are, and we will not trouble each other."
"Again, you lied to ," Amon said.
"How so?" Yuka asked.
"While it is true I found no information about your kind in the current ti, I did find so information about Zuanze Butterfly inside the database of this control panel," Amon said. "Your captor must have written down the information about your kind to look for clues on how to break you. It says here that your kind is an excellent tracker. Once you et soone, you can rember the person’s aether signature. You can know his position from half a world away. Which ans I will never be free of you once you escape this prison."
"Hehe. Again, so what? What are you going to do? The wisest thing you should do now is to get on my good side. Maybe, just maybe, if I am satisfied with your service, I will let you live when I’m out. How about that? It’s a good offer if I may say so myself."
"I have a different proposition," Amon said. "How about you remain here for a hundred years?"
Yuka was confused about what Amon ant. She then noticed two red glows from the hallway.
"Contain," Amon said.
While Yuka was still puzzled by Amon’s words, sothing large burst out of the hallway. She failed to react because it was too unexpected. A tal fist slamd into her woman’s face. The power was so devastating she was sent flying back.
Before she could regain balance, another powerful punch slamd into her. She was forced a few ters back again.
"Damn you...!!!" Yuka yelled furiously. Her butterfly wings flapped. The hands of her woman’s body thrust forward to engage her attacker, but that hand was easily swatted. She received another punch. She crashed into the inner side of his prison diagram.
Her attacker, who was a giant battle puppet, stopped then. The battle puppet stood by the edge of the circular diagram, ready to beat her back if she dared set foot outside the diagram again. This battle puppet was her new warden.
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