C4 – Moulding Elf
“Can this molding machine really create an elf?” Wen Huaimu asked, his voice tinged with excitent.
Wen Huaimu had devoured countless books in his leisure ti, his imagination captivated by the elven race. Yet, elves were nowhere to be found in the real world.
“Mold an elf,” Coldy stated flatly.
A flurry of sounds ensued, and the virtual interface transford rapidly. A small, vivacious girl materialized on the screen, twirling joyfully. Her pointed blue ears perked up mischievously, and her smile radiated simplicity and innocence, exuding an essence of the natural world.
“She’s absolutely stunning!”
Wen Huaimu’s excitent was palpable; his cheeks flushed as he fixated on the elf girl displayed before him. Overco with emotion, he blurted out, “I want you to mold her now!”
“Insufficient energy! Unable to mold,” Coldy’s voice, devoid of warmth, doused Wen Huaimu’s fervor like a splash of cold water.
“What do you an?” Wen Huaimu asked, his confusion evident.
“Elves are beings of pure energy. To mold them, I require a substantial amount of energy, which you must provide,” Coldy explained.
“A substantial amount of energy?” Wen Huaimu’s dreamy haze lifted. Indeed, there were no free als in life.
“How do I provide this massive energy? What kind of energy are we talking about?” Wen Huaimu inquired, his irritation showing.
“Every non-material entity is energy,” Coldy replied.
Wen Huaimu’s eyes sparkled anew. “How will she absorb this energy? Is there energy around here that can be used?”
“You need only command , and I will naturally absorb the pure energy within a hundred-ter radius of the Z51 molding machine. However, the energy in your current environnt is sparse and impure, unsuitable for creating the pure energy source required by the elves,” Coldy delivered another blow to his hopes.
“Then it seems we’re at an impasse,” Wen Huaimu said, rolling his eyes dismissively.
“The Z51 molding space is a top-tier product. Once it locks onto an owner, a complintary service is granted. You can use this one-ti offer to mold an elf,” Coldy revealed, presenting an unexpected boon.
“A complintary service? That’s fantastic!”
Without a second thought, Wen Huaimu gestured grandly, “Go ahead and create the elf!”
“Target locked: Elf! Initiating molding process,” Coldy announced in its chanical tone. The compact molding machine clicked and whirred incessantly, while the Crystal Cabinet began to shimr with a blue hue. A swirling mass of energy slowly coalesced within the cabinet, its power so imnse that even Wen Huaimu, standing outside, could sense it. He shivered involuntarily, in awe of the force contained within the Crystal Cabinet.
Suddenly, the blue glow within the Crystal Cabinet intensified, and the swirling energy converged to a single point. In a flash, an energy form materialized inside the cabinet, bearing the exact likeness of the Elf that had appeared before.
“Molding complete. Please inspect,” Coldy stated.
“That’s it?” Wen Huaimu was sowhat incredulous, having expected a more dramatic process.
Wen Huaimu, still puzzled, questioned Coldy, “Is she just going to keep sleeping like that? Don’t tell you’ve molded a plant elf.”
“When molding the elf, I need you to provide a genetic imprint. Only then will she respond to your commands after awakening,” Coldy explained.
“How do I provide this genetic imprint? Just give the details,” Wen Huaimu said, his mood lifting, his tone once again gentle.
“I require a sample of your blood.”
Realization dawned on Wen Huaimu, and he asked with hopeful anticipation, “Does this an she’ll only listen to from now on? That she’ll do whatever I ask?”
“Based on the prototype experints, she will be entirely under your control,” Coldy confird.
“Great, I’ll give you my blood right now,” Wen Huaimu exclaid, elated.
“Please extend your hand,” instructed Coldy.
Wen Huaimu did as told.
From above the Crystal Cabinet, a slender glass tube swiftly elongated, its sharp tip piercing Wen Huaimu’s fingertip. A bead of dark red blood traveled down the tube, dropping onto the elf’s forehead where it vanished in an instant.
With Wen Huaimu watching in anticipation, the elf’s eyelids within the Crystal Cabinet fluttered and then slowly opened.
“She’s awake! This elf belongs to ,” Wen Huaimu exclaid, overwheld with excitent and at a loss for words.
Initially bewildered, the elf’s gaze shifted around until she locked eyes with an ecstatic Wen Huaimu standing outside the Crystal Cabinet. Her focus sharpened as she addressed him, “Master!”
Her voice sent shivers through Wen Huaimu’s entire body.
“Please stand up,” Wen Huaimu said nervously.
“Yes, Master,” the elf responded, now fully alert and articulate. She lifted her torso, and a pair of delicate, gossar wings unfurled behind her. With a gentle flutter, she took flight, hovering before Wen Huaimu.
Wen Huaimu was taken aback.
She soared through the air, surpassing the grace and simplicity of the elves described in books. Her pale blue eyes were like tranquil pools, captivating and serene. Her figure was devilishly perfect.
“Did I make a mistake? Should I not have created an elf?” In the midst of his excitent, Wen Huaimu sighed deeply. She was breathtakingly beautiful. He doubted he’d ever be interested in another woman again.
“Hello, Master,” the elf girl greeted Wen Huaimu with a soft expression. As she spoke, a natural, fragrant scent wafted through the air.
Almost instinctively, Wen Huaimu inhaled deeply, then quickly realized his error. Glancing at the elf, he noticed she was looking at him with curiosity, devoid of any other emotion.
Relieved, Wen Huaimu smiled and inquired, “What’s your na?”
“Master, I don’t have a na,” the elf replied, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of sadness.
“What’s the matter?” Wen Huaimu asked gently, directing his question to Coldy.
Coldy responded in a chanical tone, “Elentary character creation involves only basic behavioral guidelines and skills. Language is derived from the master’s genes, and nas are bestowed by the master. Future upgrades require energy provided by the master.”
Wen Huaimu was at a loss for words. He was a true master, content that everything was unfolding as he desired.
“From now on, you’ll be known as Diaochan!” Wen Huaimu declared confidently to the elf.
“Yes, Master,” Diaochan replied with a slight smile, her eyes crinkling with boundless allure.
Wen Huaimu’s excitent surged anew, and he silently cautioned himself, “I am the master, and there will be many opportunities ahead.”
“Master, individuals are approaching the molding space from outside. They have reached the five-ter alert periter. Would you like to exit the molding space?” Coldy’s chanical voice interrupted.
Startled, Wen Huaimu then rembered he was still in his room. The only people near him would be his parents. Curious about their business, he quickly responded, “I’ll co out right away.”
Having finished, Wen Huaimu turned to Diaochan and instructed, “Stay here and await my command!”
By now, Wen Huaimu had nearly adapted to playing the part of the master.
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