This is really not mechanical ascension
Chapter 352 - 190 A Headache for Ulrich Can’t Stand It Anymore

Chapter 352: Chapter 190 A Headache for Ulrich Can’t Stand It Anymore

Jesaya glanced at him and, without the intention to explain, continued to speak while looking at the Torch Leader:

"If anyone could construct this thing in such a short time, it probably would be him."

At these words, the other two Great Mechanics in the room instinctively looked up. There was no mockery, just surprise and suspicion.

As fellow Great Mechanics, they had come to recognize Jesaya’s skill over the past few days. For someone of his stature to hold someone else in such high regard, that person could not be ordinary.

"Who exactly is this Azure Dragon?" Des asked, unable to contain his curiosity, his gaze shifting to the Torch Leader.

"An exiled Great Mechanician; his precise background is somewhat unclear," the Torch Leader said, his words vague as if he was hesitant.

"An exiled Great Mechanician?" Des felt a slight shock, which sent ripples through his thoughts.

Des understood all too well the status of a Great Mechanician. Even in advanced civilizations, unless someone committed mass atrocities, minor unlawful acts would typically be glossed over without much issue.

An exiled Great Mechanician must either have committed egregious crimes or encountered serious trouble.

"Can he really do it?" the Torch Leader asked for confirmation once again.

"He must be the most formidable Great Mechanician I have ever seen," Jesaya said solemnly, adding, "including His Majesty, the Star King."

This time, Des was truly unsettled. "Really? Including the Star King?"

Jesaya frowned. "I hold the utmost respect for the Star King and would not use his renown to flatter others. The truth is the truth."

"Every Mechanical Transformation that has undergone a complete modification can easily become a Great Mechanician, with the Star King being one of the very best," the elderly man couldn’t help saying.

There are stages to the modifications of a Mechanical Transformation, starting with the simplest external limbs and then internal organs, with the heart and brain being the most complex.

Modularity is one of the many strengths of becoming a Mechanical Transformation, especially after undergoing brain modifications.

Most technologies can be processed via external data transfer; with a little study, one could master a specific scientific discipline.

In a way, every powerful Mechanical Transformation is a Mechanical Master.

The elderly man added, "If his capabilities do, in fact, surpass those of the Star King, perhaps he really could construct this device."

"If such a figure needs to live in exile, then whatever he’s involved with must be a major issue," Des said, his expression grave, as the words "Empire-level Civilization" surfaced in his mind.

Suddenly feeling as though his back was against the wall, he couldn’t help but speak up in opposition: "Don’t invite him; working with him, we might not even know how we end up dead."

The Torch Leader furrowed his brow. "Let’s not talk about the future for now. I have already sent out an invitation, and the Collector declined to have him come over first."

Jesaya smiled. "Since when has Torch ceased moving forward just because of someone else’s rejection?"

The Torch Leader looked up. "I recall you have a decent relationship with Ulrich, don’t you?"

"Fairly decent," Sandro replied indifferently, "but the allure of the Sublimation Relic is greater for me."

"I’m leaving if you invite him here!" Des slammed his fist on the table. The maximum enemy of the Torch Organization could only be the Islamic Civilization.

Even if they were to lose everything, if they happened to be captured by the Islamic Civilization, there was a good chance they wouldn’t be killed.But this Azure Dragon and whatever troubles he brought with him were an unknown danger.

Fear of the unknown can be terrifying.

The Torch Leader shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Lord Des, I already stated when I invited you here that until this matter is completely resolved, none of you can leave."

Des’s face turned livid as he cursed in some unintelligible vernacular, unrecognizable by the translator.

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"Lord Ulrich, my primary reason for contacting you this time is to extend our most sincere invitation once more. We hope that you will bring the Great Mechanician Qinglong to join our project. Believe me, the ultimate reward will be well worth your expectation," came the voice from within the steel castle.

In the steel castle, Ulrich looked at the virtual screen in front of him. It was pitch black with fluctuating sound waves. He frowned slightly: "Haven’t I already told you, I have no interest in your project."

"Nor will I bring Great Mechanician Qinglong with me."

There was silence on the screen for a moment before the voice replied, "This is our most sincere invitation from Torch. Please consider it carefully and do not be too hasty in your response."

Ulrich, already irritable, scoffed at these words: "Are you threatening me?"

"I’m not one of those primitive interstellar civilizations; if you want to play games, I’m willing to keep up with you!"

A voice came out of the dark screen, "You misunderstand."

Ulrich shut off the virtual screen abruptly, his brow furrowing deep. The Torch had been clear when they last invited him, he had showed no hesitation in his response – which was unequivocally negative.

Logically, they should not have come back to him.

And yet, there was an implied threat in their tone that made him even more irritable.

In the vast space deep within the castle, surrounded by metallic walls that glinted with a chilly sheen, a pale golden ship stood at the center – a vessel from the Judge Civilization.

Soldiers in armor, workers from various species busy at work, and numerous instruments placed all around filled the area.

"Ulrich has always been careful and never gets involved in trouble, yet this time, he seems to have had a pot of blame dumped on him from out of the blue," Sandro grumbled in his deeply resonant voice, towering over the others with his arms crossed, an intimidating presence.

"You seem quite pleased." The gaunt figure beside him, clad in combat armor and with a hoarse voice, was a human, but the most striking feature was his gray pupils.