Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 532: Is This the Path of Redemption My Mother Spoke Of?

"Thank you! Big Brother!"

Lynn was practically brimming with excitement. Without another word, he immediately retrieved several Dead Star Crystals from his System Space and fervently sent them into the furnace using his tentacles.

As the furnace sealed shut with a heavy thud, the extreme heat inside began the further forging and smelting of the Dead Star Crystals.

Soon, under the propulsion of Monarch-level power.

When the massive furnace opened once more, the Dead Star Crystals had been smelted into countless streams of flowing, pale silver crystalline liquid.

"Big Brother Aiwen! That's it, leave the rest of the forging to me!"

Lynn shouted.

*Boom—*

Almost the moment the furnace opened, a huge wave of scorching heat surged forth, but it was quickly suppressed by Sir Aiwen's psychic energy.

Lynn's expression was serious as he gazed at the shimmering liquid suspended inside, once again forcibly gathering his mental energy. While Mimicry at its current stage could decompose and reshape ordinary matter, shaping a material like Dead Star Crystals still required the furnace's power to smelt it first.

But the shaping itself became much simpler.

He closed his eyes, images of numerous component structures continuously flashing through his mind.

Then he abruptly thrust his hand towards the interior of the furnace.

"Mimicry!"

In an instant, his eyes snapped open, a dazzling silver light illuminating the entire sky.

The crystalline liquid began to boil, then was continuously enveloped by that silver radiance, commencing its final shaping.

All the surrounding Night Doctors held their breath, watching this scene with awe.

Dead Star Crystals!

That was the material used to construct Supreme Units!

Even within the Mechanical Cult, it was an extremely rare, high-grade material. Just how extravagant was this, to use such material for forging?

Time slowly flowed by.

And then, finally, the next moment, the first component slowly took shape within the silver light.

[Ding! You have crafted a Dead Star Crystal Component x1]

Accompanied by the constant System notifications ringing in his ears, one mechanical component after another, each a perfect 1:1 scale, was produced under Lynn's control. With Sir Aiwen's help in dissipating the high temperature, the first batch of components from the furnace was perfectly completed.

"Thanks! Sir Aiwen, I'll be back soon!"

Lynn took the components, without any hesitation, quickly turned, drove his vehicle, and rushed into Miss Puppet's room.

Dumping a large pile of components onto the bed, the parts forged from Dead Star Crystals shimmered with the mesmerizing halo unique to high-grade materials.

"Miss Puppet, trust me, you'll be brand new in no time!"

Lynn smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. Without any delay, he immediately put on a mask, approached her back with a serious expression, and prepared to replace those most critical components.

Hei Xianyue looked at him with a complicated expression.

Because, after roughly understanding some concepts of emotions and bonds, though it was still somewhat vague, she could more or less grasp what kind of gift this truly was for her.

Was this... an expression of emotion?

Like between sisters, between mother and daughter, or like that between the Stitched Person uncle and Mother...

She didn't understand.

Couldn't figure it out.

Or perhaps...

For the first time in her existence, she had that chaotic whirlwind of countless thoughts. It was strange, so strange it left her at a loss, so strange she couldn't find the source or untangle her thoughts.

For a moment, she found herself lost in complicated distraction once again.

Just as her thoughts were in disarray, Lynn had already completed all preparations. With a serious expression, he picked up a wrench and said:

"Miss Puppet, I'm starting. Please bear with it, my passive ability might make you feel a bit uncomfortable."

And just as he finished speaking, that crucial component was abruptly disassembled by him.

The sudden, unexpected pain and a certain peculiar sensation instantly pierced into Hei Xianyue's consciousness like a needle, making her, amidst her chaotic thoughts, unable to suppress a moan.

"Ah—"

Her slender fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly as she turned her head with a complicated look, gazing at Lynn's face behind her from between her strands of hair.

And for some reason, it wasn't just pain. Simultaneously rushing into her consciousness were threads of that strange impact, just like when she had been repeatedly affected by that wretched fellow's fist wind before.

Though slight, it was impossible to ignore.

And he had said it before.

That ability essentially made the target's consciousness directly feel the feedback sent to the brain during the mutual interaction between flesh-and-blood beings.

And when this desire surpassed its limit, it could instead transform into a sharp weapon.

But if it was just at a normal stage.

It served as a lubricant that could raise the temperature of emotions between flesh-and-blood beings.

And her Mother had also said that if one wanted to completely remove the deeply rooted puppet curse within them, the simplest method was to establish a certain bond with a member of the opposite sex. In the heat of passion, using that form of desire, achieve the ultimate sublimation.

Due to the pain, her face was almost buried in the soft bedsheet, only vaguely able to see those dark, shimmering, slightly trembling eyes from between her hair.

Was...

Was it like this...

She didn't understand.

Because after her Mother told her this, she simply took it as another instruction, so she agreed without hesitation. But then Mother told her that mechanically executing an order wouldn't work.

She had to try to experience it, to feel and accept it with her heart.

But if she didn't like it, then it would have no effect no matter what.

But what was 'liking'?

She knew what 'not liking' was. Like when he affected her with that fist wind before, or when he pressed that remote control, she didn't like it. Because it interfered with her correct judgment, disrupted her consciousness, and prevented her from executing commands precisely.

She didn't like any behavior that interfered with execution.

But what was 'liking' then...

Was it not rejecting, or...

"Ah—"

With the disassembly and replacement of the second crucial component, she once again let out a strange sound due to that intense and abnormal pain.

Her lips parted slightly, the Cursed Arts patterns on her skin involuntarily glowing with a faint purple light.

Was it... not rejecting?

Because it was a side effect brought about by his efforts to help her, because she knew he meant well. So even if the impact was similar, it didn't make her feel any rejection or dislike.

Was... was it like this?

Did that also mean that if, as Mother said, she developed sufficient feelings and bonds with a certain individual, she would no longer reject, or even come to like this feeling...

And was this the path to redemption Mother spoke of?

She turned her head, her shimmering eyes reflecting Lynn's utterly focused face, seemingly carrying some complicated fluctuation, her fingers unconsciously digging into the bedsheet.