I looked at the screen floating before my eyes.
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Class: chanic
Rank: 0
Perk: Basic chanic Force
Perk Effect: chanic Force can be used to generate electromagnetism, and it can also be used as a fuel.
Perk Mastery: 0%
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Unlike most classes, the chanic Class did not have Grades.
It had mastery.
That ant progress depended on understanding and control.
As long as my mastery of chanic Force reached one hundred percent, I would fully master the class and gain the chance to evolve it.
That made things both easier and harder.
Easier, because I did not need rare materials or complicated rituals to advance.
Harder, because mastery could not be rushed through short-cut thods.
It had to be earned through practice.
I raised my hand slowly, focusing on the faint current I could feel running through my body.
A small spark of blue lightning appeared between my index finger and thumb.
It flickered weakly at first, like a struggling fla, but it was stable.
This was chanic Force.
I increased the output carefully.
The spark grew into a thin arc of electricity that crackled softly.
Then I pushed a little more power into it.
The blue lightning spread outward, branching into multiple lines that illuminated the lab with a cold glow.
Soon the entire room was filled with faint electromagnetic vibrations.
tal tools on the tables began to tremble. Screws rolled across surfaces. A few small gears lifted into the air.
Then larger pieces followed.
Within seconds, dozens of tal objects were floating around in uneven orbits.
I could feel them.
Each piece responded to my will like an extension of my fingers.
If I wanted, I could push them away or pull them closer.
"As expected..." I muttered quietly.
Electromagnetism.
The foundation of chanic Force.
As my mastery increased, this ability would eventually resemble telekinesis, though the chanism behind it would be very different.
Right now, however, control was rough.
Too rough.
I frowned slightly as a heavy wrench drifted too close to a glass container.
"Hmm. I wanted to lift only a few objects, not all of them. Guess I need to train my mastery before I can start doing finer work."
I exhaled slowly and stopped releasing chanic Force in all directions.
The floating objects dropped back onto tables with soft clinks.
I redirected the energy with more focus.
Instead of flooding the room, I pushed chanic Force toward the objects lying neatly on the central worktable.
Creating these objects was what granted the chanic Class.
The hundred chanical hands.
A few weeks ago, I had been thinking about sothing important.
What weapon should I use while acting as Caelum Nocthera?
Caelum was supposed to be a genius chanic and Runist.
He was a researcher. Soone who controlled situations from behind the stage rather than charging into battle directly.
But reality was unpredictable.
There would definitely be monts when Caelum would need to fight.
And when that happened, the fighting style needed to be unique to that identity.
Swordsmanship already belonged to my original self at Daelthorn Estate.
Magic belonged to Alan Veritus, the disciple of Monkey King.
Assassination belonged to another identity entirely.
Poisons and potions would belong to one I planned to create later.
So what remained?
What kind of weapon would suit a chanic researcher?
An army of machines was the obvious answer.
But that did not feel right.
Caelum was not ant to be a battlefield commander.
He was a creator.
So the weapon had to be sothing that helped him work, not just fight.
That was how this idea was born.
chanic Force flowed from my palm into the hundred chanical hands arranged on the table.
They were identical pieces, each one extending from tip of fingers to the wrist.
One by one, they powered on.
Soft chanical clicks filled the lab.
"Combat Mode," I said.
The voice recognition system responded imdiately.
The hands began moving across the table.
They slid toward each other, rotating and aligning with precise chanical timing.
Electromagnetic locking activated between connection points, pulling them together with invisible force.
There were no gaps between the combined parts.
Soon, the hundred hands combined into four large structures.
Two giant chanical hands.
And a sword, and a shield.
The hands were massive. Each finger alone was nearly as tall as . The sword and shield were proportionally sized for them.
All four constructs floated in the air, supported by electromagnetic force.
The sight was strangely satisfying.
One hand reached forward and grabbed the sword. The other lifted the shield.
They moved to my sides, hovering protectively.
I watched them for a mont before speaking.
"Let’s try it. Dante, co out."
The cursed item in my pocket stirred.
A mont later, Dante appeared in front of , still wrapped in his usual clothes. He looked better than before. The damage from earlier had finally healed.
He stood quietly.
"Attack ," I said.
Dante hesitated.
"Just a few punches would do," I clarified.
A second passed.
Then he moved.
The air exploded as his fist shot toward .
The response was imdiate.
The AI program installed in the chanical hands activated.
The shield hand moved first, intercepting Dante’s punch with perfect timing. The impact produced a deep tallic sound that echoed through the lab.
At the sa ti, the sword hand swung downward.
Dante stepped back, avoiding the blade by a narrow margin.
The fight continued.
At first, I let the AI handle everything. The hands reacted smoothly, coordinating offense and defense without hesitation.
The movents they made were programd by , and were extrely efficient.
I began assisting the AI.
chanic Force connected to the constructs, allowing manual control when needed. I adjusted angles, increased speed, and experinted with attack patterns.
Sotis the AI fought alone.
Other tis, I guided the hands directly.
The rhythm shifted constantly.
Dante adapted quickly. His movents beca sharper, forcing the system to respond faster. The sword clashed against his defensive strikes several tis, sending sparks across the room.
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