The figure has a female appearance, white hair, a covered left eye, and a red right eye.
Yes, this is the personality setting Bai Yi gave it, after all, white fur and red eyes are more attractive.
"Greetings, Creator, System Number One, Alchemist Ayla pays her respects."
Whether in terms of actions or language, they are indistinguishable from humans.
However, Bai Yi understood that this body was made of a special alloy material, the kind that could turn an ordinary person into a victim with a single punch.
And just as she said, the mechanical life form standing here now is an alchemist.
The soul was born from machinery.
Perhaps it could be called a machine soul?
"This is it, this is it, this is what I wanted to see!"
He felt incredibly excited; his bold idea of giving machines a true soul had succeeded.
"Write this down immediately; there might be room for improvement later. Gate of Truth, upload..."
In the El Empire, far away in other worlds, alchemy apprentices striving to graduate from academies and alchemists exploring the universe all sensed the changes at the Gate of Truth.
"This is so painful, so painful, this dreaded graduation thesis... Wait, new data has been uploaded?"
If we consider the Gate of Truth as a browser, then knowledge about the Machine Soul is like something that's pinned to the top of the system, something everyone can notice.
"Holy crap, why does it show that the uploader is Grandmaster Edward? Did the ancestor win the resurrection match or something?"
Wait, what's this technology, this "machine soul" thing? Is it real? Can this really be done?
The Supreme Alchemist, who was still conducting research, was taken aback. Why had that ancestor Edward appeared?
Then, I realized something was wrong.
Machine spirit? Isn't that just a superstition among some alchemy apprentices?
Because some graduation projects involve not only paper papers but also actual products, the apprentices face a lot of pressure.
If, by some accident, the program you designed malfunctions, you'll have to postpone graduation.
Therefore, it is not uncommon for students to burn incense and perform shamanic rituals before their graduation projects, or even stick some scribbles on them, before the exams.
Secretly, they even called it a ritual to please the machine spirit, but this thing was pure metaphysics and not as reliable as the techniques of wizards.
"Now, our ancestors have really managed to create the Machine Soul? Good heavens, the appearance of this thing feels like it will change a lot of things now."
If nothing unexpected happens, we, the Supreme Alchemists, should hold a meeting to discuss whether or not to add this entirely new field to our textbooks.
I wonder how many lucky students will be affected by this textbook content revision.
As for why Edward, this ancestor from who-knows-how-many years ago, would appear, he also had his own guesses.
The heroic alchemists on Earth can also log into the Gate of Truth and exchange information to a certain extent, thus learning about the existence of Earth.
"I never imagined that our ancestor would also become a heroic spirit?"
I suddenly felt like asking him if he received the offerings and digestive aids that students put in front of his statue every exam week.
Strange ideas began to emerge in the mind of the Supreme Alchemist, or rather, most of those who could become Supreme Alchemists possessed boundless imaginations.
On the other side, within the fragments of the world.
"Huh? The message I received from Earth is that this world fragment is directly mine, and I also get the world essence?"
"That's great, and it even turns world fragments into compressed space inside a ring or bracelet, which is quite convenient."
Having created something interesting, and with the benefits Earth provided, Bai Yi felt he had really made a profit.
He had been thinking that if he wanted to take down such a large fragment of the world, he wouldn't be able to take it with him, but now things are different.
Now that he could return to the real world, he calculated that with the world's essence absorbed this time, his Soul of Possibility should be almost ready to cool down.
Ah, time really flies. Today is the 7th, tomorrow is the 8th, and the National Day holiday will be over soon.
I'm a little curious, my readers, some of you are students, have you finished your homework?
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