CHAPTER 73: JUST CALL ME MAGNETO!

Before long.

Inside the self-charging magic array core chamber.

The wandering wild mage stared at the papers in front of him, his face filled with disbelief. "It’s actually... just as I thought... I can’t believe... I never imagined it would work like this! I knew there had to be some special technique behind how those Magic Conductors were powered. Of course! If we tried to drive them with magic directly, we probably wouldn’t even get a tenth of the power, right?! And to think you can achieve completely different functions just by changing some simple mechanical components! My God! This is unbelievable! This is absolutely unbelievable!"

"I never thought before that combining mechanics with magic could create such miracles. Unbelievable, truly unbelievable!"

The wild mage stared at the papers Viscount Roster had just drawn, his whole body trembling with excitement. In that moment, he felt like he could see the future.

The real future!

"God is omnipotent and omniscient," Viscount Roster said reverently, savoring his recent experience in the virtual divine realm. "My friend, calm down. The magic power engine is just one tiny piece of the vast knowledge He’s shared with me. Magic Conductors, the future development of Magic Conductors, how to realize the age of magic technology... No, I still need more time to digest it all. Let’s focus our attention on this magic power engine first! From a certain perspective, this is basically the foundation of everything..."

The wild mage took several deep breaths, barely managing to calm himself down. Then, without wasting words, he nodded slightly and began carefully examining the documents.

After a while, the wild mage let out a long breath. "This is truly exquisite! With this, we can accomplish so many things! Whether it’s the vehicles God showed us in His vision of the future, or all kinds of tool-based machinery—forget everything else, just think about our ray guns. If we had equipment like this helping us make those parts, our efficiency would increase tenfold at least!"

"More than that! Almost any repetitive, monotonous work that requires great strength can be handed over to it. We could use it to drive mill wheels, mining hammers—everything could be done with it. We just need to design the right machinery. Heck, I’d even say steel warships aren’t impossible."

Viscount Roster spoke without hesitation, unable to hide his excitement. "Forget about distant goals—just think about the blacksmith shops. We could use them to forge armor and weapons. No, we could just build steel factories outright! We could use them to smelt metal! Process materials! And textile workshops—we could use them for rapid weaving..."

Viscount Roster understood perfectly well that Magic Conductors powered by magic power engines could accomplish many things—things ordinary people couldn’t even imagine!

The only disadvantage might be that they weren’t refined enough, at least not in the short term. They’d lack artistic appeal. But did that really matter?! In an era where ordinary people barely survived the Frigid Moon and could freeze to death at any moment, wasn’t affordability the most important thing?! Let everyone enjoy these benefits! Artistic patterns had no real practical significance—let that be the nobles’ game.

Viscount Roster spoke at length to the wild mage, and even though the wild mage already had some ideas, he couldn’t help but show an expression of amazement.

Yes!

The magic power engine could be applied to so many fields. Things that used to require wind, water, people, and livestock working together could now be done with just one of these Magic Conductors and an output port from the Magic Net...

Though the wild mage knew almost nothing about business, even he realized that once this succeeded, mass-produced goods would become incredibly cheap!

"We need to keep expanding the Magic Power Network, expand the self-charging arrays, let more places connect to the arrays. And we need to mass-produce this special kind of magic power engine..." The wild mage suddenly frowned. "Can we actually produce magic power engines?"

"How will we know if we don’t try? God has given us this knowledge. If we still can’t produce them, wouldn’t that be... pretty pathetic? If worse comes to worst, we can always ask God for help!"

Under Viscount Roster’s organization, soon all of Roster territory’s mid- to high-level magicians and craftsmen gathered together to discuss how to manufacture the magic power engine. Some even got right to work... but in the end, the results were deeply disappointing!

They couldn’t refine many of the materials, couldn’t produce many of the parts, and they didn’t even have a clue where to start...

With no other choice, Roster, the kingdom’s Finance Minister, even reached out to his rivals—the Royal Mage Society, the Runic Society, and many other magician organizations, as well as the craftsmen’s guilds and various believer organizations of the God of Creation. But it was all for nothing.

It seemed too advanced, simply beyond what mortals could produce. Faced with this situation, Viscount Roster finally felt helpless and turned his gaze to the most reliable option. "Perhaps... we need to hold a sacrifice ceremony..."

Almost everyone fell silent, then nodded one after another. There didn’t seem to be any better idea. During this time, they’d tried almost every method they could think of, but still couldn’t solve the problem. It seemed there really was no other way.

Relying on the divine might be the best course of action.

After a brief silence, everyone got busy. A sacrifice ceremony wasn’t something light and easy, something simple. Even with the experience from the Day of Ascension, it wasn’t an easy task! Even though Roster territory had excellent preparations and abundant locations and supplies stockpiled, it still took several days to prepare.

By the time evening came that day, Viscount Roster had gathered all the believers of the God of Technology in his territory near the altar... Actually, more people gathered this time than on the Day of Ascension. Recently, more and more believers of the God of Technology from outside had been arriving, and within his territory, the free citizens who’d benefited had also developed faith.

The ceremony was solemn. As the prayers ended and they offered their entreaties, soon everyone seemed to hear God’s response...

A divine messenger!!!

The God of Technology was actually going to send a divine messenger down to help them!

Instantly, everyone’s eyes blazed with intensity.

They hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly, and they certainly hadn’t expected the God of Technology to respond like this!

Excitement, joy, pride, anticipation... all kinds of emotions instantly surrounded everyone’s hearts. Everyone stared at the altar before them with burning gazes, and countless streams of faith power burst forth from them—so much more than usual. Suddenly, when all this faith power converged at one point, it was as if a light curtain passage formed, connecting the altar to the divine realm.

A figure appeared before them. Everyone froze in place. The handsome, beautiful divine messenger they’d imagined didn’t appear. Even if it was different from the angels of the Church of Light, shouldn’t it at least be humanoid? At worst, like the unicorns of the Church of Nature—that wouldn’t be unacceptable! But what the heck was this?

Everyone was confused.

The God of Technology’s divine messenger had such a... such a peculiar appearance!

But thinking about it carefully, it actually fit the identity of the God of Technology quite well. On the altar appeared a completely gray... ball? A sphere with a large eye in the center, surveying them. On both sides of the sphere were horseshoe-shaped magnets, and on top of its head was a large screw. On the front of its body were also two small screws. This way, even though it was a sphere, you could easily tell front from back... But other than that, there were no other features. It just floated there in the sky!

If someone from Ren’s past life were present, they definitely wouldn’t be able to help shouting "Magnemite, I choose you!" But unfortunately, this was another world, and everyone looked bewildered.

This was... a divine messenger?!

If this weren’t at a sacrifice ceremony for the God of Technology, they’d even suspect this was some monster created by an evil god, or something summoned by some cult.

How could there be such a strange creature in this world?!

"Lord Divine Messenger." Viscount Roster quickly came to his senses, stepped forward and bowed slightly, looking respectfully at the peculiar being before him.

"Just call me Magneto." The little Magnemite wasn’t polite at all, directly giving himself a fancy name. The voice that came through—like electronic speech—instantly made everyone’s spirits shake again!

But nobody knew how the heck this thing was making sounds!