Bao Dacai shrugged off the comment with a self-mocking smile: "This place is indeed different from the real world. Many materials are absent here, and even if they exist, their performance and effectiveness differ greatly from those outside.

After all, alchemy is not a widely known science; most people find it hard to imagine things they've never heard of. There's not even a foundational basis, let alone a blessing... Apart from basic material interference, it's merely clutching at straws, producing some trivial mechanical engineering."

The difference between inside and outside.

In this world constructed by the Illusion Dream, everything may seem real, yet it is ultimately different from the outside, as massive fantasies and scattered thoughts overlap and intertwine, eventually forming the framework that supports the Illusion Dream, becoming 'consensus'.

The heavens are round, the earth is square, oceans are boundless.

The sun rising in the east and setting in the west, apples falling from the trees... All these rightful things are rightfully projected into this illusion.

But due to the obstacle of knowledge and insight, it prevents the Superior and the Great Sin from being known, let alone searching for traces of them. Without the Superior and the Great Sin, without blessing, if not self-awakened, even the Chosen One formed through Upper-level Summoning can't retain abilities.

"Is this here too?"

Ji Jue's gaze fell upon the corner of the factory, where lay the row of steel limbs — arms and legs of various sizes, even prosthetics embedded with numerous tools.

"And it's all thanks to Mr. Ji's previous publicized designs at the Coast, otherwise the accumulation in this field would still need to start all over again.

Limited by the total amount of spiritual matter and the intensity of consciousness, some people's severed limbs are very difficult to regenerate, too slow, and if some shadow lingers, they might be gone forever."

He glanced at Ji Jue, his curiosity and doubt openly displayed: "But your problem seems different from others..."

Based on the total amount of spiritual matter and the intensity of consciousness, recovery speeds vary, but eventually it's possible to restore, unlike Ji Jue, who became statue-like, completely petrified.

Not to mention recovery, if there weren't for material interference, even a touch would break it.

In this dreamscape, one's image generally depends on self-perception and subconsciousness, and no one would believe themselves to be stone, even if their mind was overwhelmed by ruins, right?

Rather than an anomaly, it's more like...

Rejection?

This dream refuses to provide him a vessel? It's overly bizarre, where even the original body twists into stone and dead matter within imagination...

As though cursed.

But by whom?

The elder's mind whirred.

"Could you lend me the tools and equipment?" Ji Jue suddenly asked.

"That was my plan all along; things like prosthetics are naturally more convenient when made by oneself, right?"

Bao Dacai smiled, having waited long: "Don't bother being polite, feel free to use them. I'm curious to see the differences between my replicas and the originals."

Why is there not a single reassuring one among these old folks?

Ji Jue looked at the eyes brimming with anticipation—letting Ji Jue use his own skills, yet it seems he wants to see how capable he really is...

Realizing this, Ji Jue remained unfazed.

Alright then.

Since you put it that way... I won't hold back!

He straightforwardly lifted his remaining arm, tapping the nearby equipment, soon, amidst the deathly silence, every piece of equipment seemed awakened, lights on, self-operating.

Directing Yu Shu to input materials, the lathe produced a piercing grinding noise, sparks flying. Within a few minutes, a pile of parts had accumulated on the table.

Under Ji Jue's direction, Yu Shu sweated profusely as he assembled the parts, despite his training on production lines, his speed was limited. Luckily, there were no complex cables, and the structure was relatively simple. Quickly, a rough and peculiar mechanical arm appeared on the table.

Then... Yu Shu was outdone by his own creation.

The crude mechanical arm replaced Yu Shu's work, re-entering production, and soon a second mechanical arm was produced — more refined and complex, with fingers distinct from those of an ordinary person.

Then, with two arms working together, they began modifying the lathe and milling machine's structure... How long has it been since they updated these outdated versions, crude stuff from home workshops, best not to waste time.

Within just half an hour, with the aid of two mechanical arms, the production tools had iterated, and Ji Jue finally focused on the most critical task.

Soon, a spinal structure made of alloy was placed on the table, controlled by the mechanical arms, it adhered closely to Ji Jue's back, then, once secured, the arms were transferred to Ji Jue's hands, blending seamlessly as if they were born together, adding various complex structures to his body— buffers, shields, engines, motors...

Even reverse engineering, cutting away parts of his current form without hesitation, shaving down to match the replaced limbs, until only the head remained, entirely ensconced in steel.

Ka—

The black steel body rose slowly amid the sharp grinding noise.

Staring in awe stood Yu Shu before an unmistakable mechanical monster.

Transforming steel into flesh, injecting mercury to become blood, using self-awareness and soul as the core, with the flow of spiritual matter as the power source…

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