Chapter 1098: Chapter 573: Mass-Produced Soldier Persons, The True Identity of the Traitor
Byron was shocked that the [Whale Oil Mechanics] had actually found another avenue, acknowledged by the [Silver Law] and the human collective subconscious, and without the fear of losing control.
Upon second thought, he found it perfectly reasonable.
"Strictly speaking, within the [Ladder of Glory], aside from the earliest occupational sequence—the Order of Sanctity—being derived from the creator itself, all other occupations were gradually created by humans through societal practice.
It is natural for there to exist a process of origin, development, and perfection.
Just like how the precursor knowledge in the Lighthouse Sequence initially was the Bayfolk Axeman Technique, later transformed into Fisher Swordsmanship, and how the transcendent abilities within the same sequence have undergone several adjustments and changes.
With more and more extraordinary sequences and stronger professions, this is indeed normal human society; if all extraordinary knowledge were considered best only in ancient times, that would truly be unscientific.
After more than a thousand years of development, the Tower Sequence finally welcomed the rise of the Whale Oil Mechanic.
The Whale Oil Mechanic became the culmination of the [Artisan] profession in the Tower Sequence, as well as a great practitioner of the sequence’s dictum ’to use knowledge to drive away ignorance.’
Equivalent to blazing one’s own trail single-handedly, leveling the gap with [Fourth Order Mythical Creature], without the constant worry of degeneration or loss of control.
It really might represent the future of humanity.
Soon, Whale Oil Mechanics will become one of the hottest professions in various human countries, just like how [Musketeer] has seen its power soar with the updates of firearms.
Even in the future, they will have plenty to contribute to the Divine Kingdom as the Kin of Violet, [War Queen]."
Thinking of this, Byron couldn’t help but feel greatly encouraged.
Meanwhile, the steam mechanical computer "Alpha" has the mandate there, which is not so friendly to humans.
If a group of [digital life] granted the Intelligent Machine Protocol become active within a law network, Alpha, no matter how much it evolves, is destined to become... Alpha Dog!
The Second Avatar [Speech] Sage, cradled in his arms, naturally understood her husband’s thoughts.
Using a pair of mechanical arms to embrace Byron’s neck, she playfully stuck out her pink tongue at him, explaining in a melodious voice like a nightingale:
"Unfortunately, besides myself, none of them have awakened the [Intelligent Machine Protocol] at Fourth Order Heroic Rank.
All power related to the transcendent is difficult to mass-produce; humans ascending to Fourth Order, changing the essence of life, is no easier than [Mythical Creatures].
The youngest Babbage might be the first to accomplish the ascension, relying on those increasingly influential machines, while others must achieve groundbreaking results during the development of the Dreadnought.
This also serves as a carrot dangling before them; only through hard work can they have a bright future.
The future is bright, but the path is tortuous; we are still a long way from resting easy.
Although Middle Sequence cannot be mass-produced, Low Sequence’s military applications have already become relatively easy. Follow me."
She jumped from Byron’s arms, landing lightly on the ground.
Activating the [Gate of Truth], which masters material transformation, her mechanical body promptly reverted to its exquisite flesh and blood arms and legs.
Clearly, she hadn’t completely forsaken her original parts for the combat power boost gained through prosthetic limbs.
The most important reason was not any mystic concerns but purely a worry that when the family sleeps together under one cover at night, the tactile sensation might be poor, losing a part of... intimacy.
This "Way of Limbs" is not something to be exposed to outsiders.
They soon reached the depths of the laboratory, stopping outside a room equipped with reinforced glass.
Inside, three people were intently conducting a surgery.
The former Grand Priest of the Bloodthirsty Cult, [Leech Lady]; the former Grand Priest of The Skinners’ Church, who had transitioned into the new profession of surgeon, [Homicidal Doctor] Robert Liston;
And a Third Order Whale Oil Machinist from the scholarly faction who had joined them long ago, Byron remembered as [Octopus Professor] Octavius, efficiently working with four mechanical arms.
The three were gathered around the operating table, under the shadowless lamp, a young Bayfolk soldier lay anesthetized, bitten once by Leech Lady.
His body had disabilities; it was unknown which battle alongside Byron led to the loss of an arm and a leg.
At this moment, he had been fitted with intricate mechanical limbs, with a centipede-like mechanical spine embedded in the skeleton.
Ensuring the transmission of neural signals, it also serves as a mounting platform to achieve maximal output.
Otherwise, like some legendary so-called ’Martial Artists’ who separately train their skin, meat, or bones; can you imagine one organ being transcendent and another still mundane?
The human body has always been the most precise system engineering; if one dares to ignore systemic integrity and just enhance one organ, they’d likely shatter upon raising a fist.
The soldier was equipped with the most basic prosthetic system.
Then, [Homicidal Doctor] Robert sliced open the soldier’s neck flesh, inscribed a relief resembling the Inverted Tree of Life on the first cervical atlas.
He filled the incantation with top-grade spices as sparkling as gold, then sewed up the skin and flesh.
"Hmm? This seems to be a mortal who hasn’t awakened spirituality. Using incantations to replace the control system?"
Byron’s Divine Sight swept over and immediately spotted the issue.
The Second Avatar, as the direct leader of this project, lifted her chin, beaming with pride, and explained to him:
