The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist
Chapter 239 : Chapter 239Chapter 239. Memory Construct Manufacturing Technology
Inside the Tower of Inverted Truth.
Logaris sat alone in a lotus position on the platform. Countless golden runes, using the Key of Truth as their starting point, crawled up the back of his hand like a dense swarm of golden ants, spread across his entire arm, and finally burrowed forcefully into his brain.
His consciousness was almost connected to the entire tower.
“Third-layer defensive spellwork, deactivate.”
“Wide-Area Annihilation Matrix, enter dormancy.”
“Mana supply, switch to standby cycle.”
As he softly intoned the authority commands, this ancient creation, which had been brimming with killing intent just moments ago, let out a low hum.
Within Logaris’s perception, the structure of the entire tower unfolded across his mind like a holographic map. Those lethal traps aimed at intruders—the Gravity Crushing Field, the Element-Stripping Net, the Soul-Piercing Shriek—obediently retracted their fangs.
This feeling of controlling everything intoxicated him more than any potion ever could.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the tower, within a sealed secret chamber separated by several corridors and multiple stone doors, the commotion was far more violent.
Sylvia gripped the hilt of Star’s Judgment with both hands.
She could feel the power left behind by that old ancestor surging into her body through this mortal iron sword like a tidal wave pouring in reverse.
There were no dazzling magical effects, only the most primal outpouring of strength.
That iron sword, whose appearance was utterly unremarkable, now seemed like a greedy black hole. It first drained all the free-floating energy in the chamber dry, then regurgitated a torrent of silver battle aura powerful enough to make an ordinary person explode.
The veins at Sylvia’s temples writhed like little snakes. That overbearing battle aura rampaged through her blood vessels, tearing apart her old meridians before forcibly reforging them with a higher order of energy.
Crack.
Something inside her seemed to shatter.
That was the Fifth-Tier bottleneck that had long plagued her. Under the utterly unreasonable wash of the Hero King’s power, that barrier, once thought unbreakable, proved as thin as window paper—broken through with a single stab.
The previously turbulent battle aura suddenly quieted down.
It no longer resembled runaway wild horses. Instead, it transformed into something more restrained and more refined.
Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes.
At that instant, it was as though a cold flash of lightning had streaked through the chamber. The silver armor on her body moved without wind, and the stone slabs beneath her feet silently crumbled into powder.
A Sixth-Tier Knight.
That leap in the level of life made the world in her eyes utterly different. Even the drifting paths of dust motes in the air were clearly visible. But what shocked her most was the thin layer of silver radiance wrapped around the edge of Star’s Judgment, as delicate as a cicada’s wing.
That was the new battle aura trait brought by reaching the Sixth Tier—Edge of Law-Severance.
She could feel that her battle aura now carried a will of “judgment.”
Before that layer of silver light, the so-called defenses of the world seemed to lose all meaning.
She even had the feeling that defenses of the same level might be no different from paper in front of her.
Sylvia let out a long breath. That breath actually condensed into a straight white stream in the air and lingered there for a long while without dispersing. She lowered her head to look at Star’s Judgment in her hand, and an unprecedented ambition gleamed within her silver eyes.
A short while later, she pushed open the heavy stone door of the chamber, passed through the long corridor, and returned to the central core.
“Finished?”
Logaris’s voice drifted over from the other side of the platform, carrying that infuriatingly casual tone of his.
He was bent over a pile of battered parchment scrolls. “That was quite a disturbance. I could feel the tower shaking even from the core. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were tearing the place down in there.”
Sylvia sheathed the sword again. Feeling the surging power within her, she was in unusually good spirits and did not bother arguing with his sarcasm.
She walked behind Logaris and leaned over for a look. “What are you going through? The treasures left behind by that old... I mean, by Lady Maggie?”
“They’re more than mere treasures.”
Logaris did not hurry to explain. He simply snapped his fingers lightly. As the authority of the Key of Truth flowed, the previously seamless tower wall silently slid open, revealing the storage corridor behind it that had been sealed for a thousand years.
At that instant, the overflowing high-density mana even condensed into a visible multicolored mist in the air.
Sylvia narrowed her eyes instinctively. When she saw what was sitting on the shelves in the corridor, even the Acting Governor of the Northern Territory, who prided herself on having seen the royal family’s greatest treasures, could not help sucking in a sharp breath.
“That is... raw Seaflame Steel ore? And that entire row... could it be the already-extinct Tears of the Stars?”
Sylvia’s eyelids twitched violently. Any single piece of ore here, if taken outside, would fetch an astronomical price. Yet here, they were piled carelessly in the corners like worthless potatoes, covered in dust.
However, Logaris did not even spare those treasures—enough to buy half a kingdom—a single glance. Like a picky housewife shopping at a market, he went straight to the deepest part and dragged out a pile of materials that made one’s heart pound in alarm.
“While receiving the authority, I also browsed several of the exclusive techniques left behind by Lady Maggie. This one in particular, ‘Memory Construct Fabrication and Soul Mapping,’ is extremely interesting.” Logaris’s eyes blazed with the fervor of a lecher seeing an unmatched beauty. “If I can master this, then a great many dirty jobs that are inconvenient for me to handle personally—or situations that require ‘suicidal assaults’—will have a perfect solution.”
“I want to create another ‘myself.’”
The moment the idea struck him, he acted on it.
Logaris casually drew a complex alchemical array on the floor, then grabbed a charred wooden branch and was about to throw it inside.
“Wait! That is... a dead branch from the World Tree?!” Sylvia’s pupils shook violently. “Have you gone mad? This is a holy relic in the Elven Royal Court! Even a piece the size of a fingernail would make the elves and human nations beat each other’s brains out, and you’re using it as firewood?!”
“Of course.”
Logaris tossed that priceless dead branch into the array as though he were throwing away rubbish. “Ordinary materials simply cannot withstand the intensity of Soul Mapping. They would break down before long. Only divine materials of this level are barely qualified to serve as a long-lasting vessel.”
Immediately after, high-purity Aether Crystals were scattered in like pebbles no one cared about, and the secretion of Holy Crystal Butterflies was poured in as an adhesive...
Sylvia watched all of this numbly. She felt as though Logaris was burning through the annual tax revenue of an entire barony every second.
Mana roared.
Logaris stopped talking. His expression turned focused and feverish. The ten fingers of both hands flew rapidly as countless fine threads of mana extended from his fingertips, burrowed into the alchemical array, and guided those violent energies through microscopic-level reorganization.
Gradually, the liquid inside the array began to cool and solidify.
A translucent humanoid skeleton slowly took shape within it.
It had no facial features and no skin, yet in Sylvia’s perception, this lifeless shell actually radiated a heart-palpitating sense of “presence.”
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