"Failed again......"

The old man let out a long sigh.

The years have left indelible marks on him, and the original short blue hair has turned pale at some point.

His time was running out.

In front of him is a 'failure'.

The bare bones, the organs that still beat with the heartbeat, the nerves and blood vessels adhered to the flesh, and the terrifying appearance that makes it impossible to connect with the 'human'.

"Is it really impossible to realize artificial life?"

The old man covered his face, and muddy tears slipped from his eyes and fingertips: "I just want to see my daughter again, isn't that okay!" ”

At the old man's feet, a tummy black Brad (a large breed that resembles a magnified Labrador) stood up, wagged its tail and licked the old man's fingers.

"Only you are still by my side, only you are still by my side, Annan."

The old man sniffled, touched the head of the Brad dog, and cheered up again: "I have been working hard for twenty years...... You can't just give up! ”

But reality does not change because of human will.

After one failure after another, the old man finally sadly realizes that he can only create monsters between the living and the dead.

"Life is the greatest treasure given by the gods to this world, and we are not gods after all, so we can only go so far?"

Hatefully kicking the pile of things in front of him that had to be mosaiced to show people, the old man sat back in his seat out of breath.

"Is this the limit of human beings? Precisely because of this boring limitation. Can't we go beyond the gods? ”

The old man's voice trembled, as if telling the sorrow and pain in his heart.

"Unwilling, unwilling!"

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head, and the determination in his eyes made the Black Bullard whine anxiously.

"If the limit of humanity is here, then Annan, my dear friend, I am no longer human!"

The old man gave up his life and emotions as a human and transformed himself into a lich.

While his life span was greatly extended, he also lost his original goal without feelings.

So it began to mass-produce monsters that were somewhere between life and death. And relied on them to capture a dwarven dungeon. Let them rebuild it as it asks.

As monsters that have lost their sensibility, the Lich appreciates gears, clockwork, and clocks that work meticulously more than ordinary art.

As soon as Clockwork City was completed, the Lich did not hesitate to kill those with their own minds. Dwarves who may produce 'variables'. Turned the city into a dead city - oh no. There is only one life left in this city.

That was the Black Brad Terrier named Annan.

I don't know if it's because of my consciousness or some other reason, but the lich hasn't done anything to the big dog next to it yet.

After doing all this, the lich began to study artificial life again.

Making life. This is something that even the greatest alchemists of this era have not been able to do, but ordinary human mothers have done.

So the Lich decided to take a different approach: if life could not be artificially made, then the finished product would be reprocessed.

There is a legend about the creation of the world in the holy texts of the Pure White Church, where the original god, after creating the world and perfecting a series of rules, wanted to create a new life in his own image.

But he thinks it's not good, if everyone looks the same, wouldn't it be difficult to recognize?

So he deliberately modified several parts of each of his creations, and finally formed the most primitive eight lifeforms, and these eight lives also developed their own populations based on themselves, which is the legend of the 'primordial eight tribes'.

What the lich did was to kill eight newborn babies in imitation of the creator, and use the pure life force extracted from them, as well as the obsession and affection before his death, as the basic raw materials, to create eight puppets representing the primordial eight tribes.

They are 'Elbatlion' representing the dragons (the dragons in the original eight are the ancient dragons), 'Garugantia' representing the elves (high elves, extinct), 'Stephanie Mayer' representing the night demons (extinct, pure-blooded vampire ancestors), 'Floris' representing the dwarves, 'Oko' representing orcs (generally referring to the king orcs with Beamon blood), 'Angel' representing angels, 'Devour' representing demons, and ...... It represents the 'true red' of human beings.

-- Clock City Center Room --

"The recording of the crystal lamp is interrupted?" The girl looked at the crystal lamp that had stopped working.

"Well, it seems that it has been out of order for too long." Sivi didn't stop transmitting magic to the lamp until this point.

Although the girl didn't know the use of the lich in the story of the road because of her lack of experience, he didn't know what the use of the lich in the story was to make these dolls that could not be regarded as real alchemical life, but Sivi was different, and it took him almost an instant to guess the other party's thoughts: "That lich ...... Want to make a god! ”

As he spoke, he walked to the ramp to the east.

"God-making?" Saint Elilia was confused: "If you mean that he imitates the actions of the gods...... Because what he created can only be regarded as a referent, so it won't have any effect? ”

"It's not the lich itself, it's the dolls it makes. You should be more familiar with the rituals of magic than I am, right? Sivi stopped in front of the suitcase on the ramp platform and turned to look at the girl: "It is recorded in the sacred text that 'the gods created the primordial eight tribes by referring to their own images and making certain modifications', in other words, each of the primordial eight races has some characteristics of the creator. ”

He looked at the current saintess with a serious expression: "Then, if through battle or other means, let them decide between each other, and let the winner get the god part of the loser, then what do you think will happen to the last winner?" ”

"I was elevated because I completed the ritual of 'becoming a god'...... No, if there are not enough ritual conditions......"

As a saint of the church, the girl, who had received a systematic divine education since she was a child, immediately began to consider the possibility of this ritual, and it didn't take long for her to rub her eyebrows and say uncertainly: "No, there are too many uncertain factors, even if this ritual is successful, that doll will not be promoted to a god, at most it will only become very powerful." And all of this is based on what you said about the detachable parts of the gods. ”

"Of course, the god parts are removable." Sivi looked at the lock on the suitcase and replied absentmindedly.

"Why are you so sure?"

The girl frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied with Sivi's performance of insisting on the real thing without seeing the real thing.

"Because among the eight dolls, the 'true red' representing the human being is in my academy."

"Whoa——?! (To be continued......)