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Legacy of the Mechanical Emperor

Edwin somehow transmigrates into a medieval world and inherits the legacy of an highly advanced technology civilization**—an advanced system inheritance from a forgotten universe. The inheritance doesn’t grant him direct strength or supernatural power but provides him with the knowledge and technology to build creations far beyond the understanding of this seemingly primitive medieval world. However, there’s a catch: to create, he needs resources and energy. To obtain resources, he needs influence and power. To gain power, he needs knowledge. And to gain knowledge? He needs... strength? Or perhaps a noble background? Or maybe, just maybe, an army of fearless, high-tech constructs that obey his every command. But with every step forward, Edwin begins to question: is this legacy truly his to claim, or is it the key to something far greater—and far more dangerous—than he ever imagined? ---

Divine_Sovereignty · Fantasie
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25 Chs

A Creation

The midday sun was high when Edwin arrived back at the workshop, a small tray of food balanced in one hand. The bread, cheese, and roasted meat were still warm, and he knew he'd need the sustenance for the long hours ahead. The air was cool inside the workshop, the shadows cast by scattered tools and materials giving the space a sense of focus and solitude.

Edwin set the tray down on a nearby table, surveying the half-assembled robot before him. The mechanical frame gleamed under the workshop lights, its intricate joints and reinforced alloy plates a testament to weeks of labor. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his sleeves and began working.

"**AI, bring up the assembly checklist.**" Edwin's voice echoed through the room.

"**Checklist activated. Current progress: 75%. Estimated completion time: six hours with optimal pace.**" The AI's steady voice filled the space, calm and efficient.

"Good. Let's finish this."

Edwin began with the structural framework, tightening bolts and securing joints. His movements were precise, his hands deftly navigating the dense mechanical components. The robot's core system was next—a delicate integration of circuitry and power cells that would serve as the machine's heart.

"**AI, stabilize the energy output to 90%. I don't want any fluctuations during testing.**"

"**Understood, Master. Stabilizing... Output is now at 90%. Proceed with the connection.**"

Sweat beaded on Edwin's brow as he connected the final wires, the faint hum of power flowing through the machine a reassuring sound. Hours passed in silence, broken only by the clink of tools and the occasional hum of the AI.

As Edwin worked, he occasionally glanced at the tray of food, grabbing a quick bite between tasks. The roasted meat was tender, the bread soft—a comforting contrast to the cold metal he was handling. But he couldn't afford to lose focus for long.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Edwin stepped back from the workbench, his body aching but his mind alight with satisfaction. The robot stood tall before him, its sleek, humanoid frame reflecting the faint glow of the workshop's lights.

"**AI, perform a systems diagnostic.**" Edwin instructed, his voice tinged with anticipation.

"**Running diagnostics... All systems are functional. Energy levels stable. Mobility systems operational.**"

"Good," Edwin said, nodding. He walked around the robot, inspecting it from every angle. Its arms were equipped with modular attachments, and its legs were reinforced for agility and strength. The AI core embedded in its chest glowed faintly, a sign of its operational state.

"**Activate basic movement protocols.**" Edwin's command was firm.

The robot's eyes flickered to life, emitting a soft blue glow. Slowly, it lifted its arms, the movements smooth and precise. Its legs bent and straightened, testing the range of motion. Edwin watched intently, his heart pounding.

"**Initiate voice module. AI, transfer basic communication functions to the unit.**"

The robot's head tilted slightly as its vocal systems engaged. "**Systems operational. Awaiting further commands.**" Its voice was mechanical but clear, a perfect reflection of the AI guiding it.

Edwin couldn't help but grin. Weeks of work had finally paid off. "Walk to the marked position," he instructed, pointing to a spot across the workshop.

The robot's legs moved with mechanical grace, its steps deliberate but steady. Reaching the marked spot, it turned to face Edwin. "**Task completed.**"

Encouraged by the success, Edwin decided to test the robot's more advanced capabilities. "**Activate combat protocols. Simulate a defensive maneuver.**"

The robot shifted its stance, its movements fluid as it raised an arm to block an imaginary strike. It followed up with a precise counterattack, its motions faster and more efficient than Edwin had anticipated.

"**Impressive,**" Edwin muttered. "AI, how's the power consumption holding up?"

"**Energy expenditure is within expected parameters. Current reserves at 78%.**"

Edwin nodded, stepping closer to inspect the joints as the robot returned to a neutral stance. The balance between strength, speed, and energy efficiency was nearly perfect, a feat that filled him with pride.

As the final test concluded, Edwin powered down the robot and leaned against the workbench, exhaustion finally catching up to him. The workshop was silent now, save for the faint hum of the AI's standby mode.

"**Good work today, AI,**" Edwin said, his voice softer now. "We'll refine the programming tomorrow."

"**Acknowledged, Master. Rest is recommended.**"

Edwin chuckled faintly, wiping his hands on a rag before grabbing the last bite of bread from the tray. His gaze lingered on the robot, standing motionless but ready for whatever commands it would receive. It was more than just a machine—it was a symbol of his ingenuity, a product of his relentless determination.

As he closed the workshop for the night, Edwin's mind was already racing with ideas for the next steps. Testing would need to continue, and eventually, he'd need to find a practical application for his creation. But for now, he allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction.

Stepping into the cool night air, Edwin looked up at the stars and murmured, I need to eat dinner and take a rest