“This… is literally a revolution!”
“Haha.”
Lindsey Rossum couldn’t help but laugh at Gina Theodore’s words. A revolution?
It was such an ordinary, ill-fitting word to come out of the mouth of someone to whom researching new technology was the equivalent of breathing.
“Don’t laugh! It’s just that amazing.”
Gina, after a small pout, looked inside the small test room, prompting Lindsey to follow her gaze towards the seemingly empty space beyond transparent doors.
Inside the room, there was nothing visible. However, it was actually teeming with something that was miniscule.
Something that could only be seen through the goggles that the two scientists were currently equipped with.
They had named the small somethings “micro-bots”, a name that was quite intuitive.
“They managed to retain their forms near absolute zero temperatures, and also returned to their normal forms within the temperatures at the core of the most powerful Empyrean bombs, right?”
Lindsey nodded at Gina’s words.
“That is correct. Due to the micro-bots’ convoluted yet simple structure.”
“But they have a glaring weakness.”
The two turned their heads nonchalantly towards the source of the interrupting voice, then took off their goggles after affirming the newcomer.
“Mr. Wayne. You’ve arrived.”
The man that stood before them in Empyrean garb accepted their greetings, then peered carefully into the test room.
“Mobilizing these small robots to create forms at will or to augment weaponry… It is no doubt a genius invention. It seems it would be able to recreate any preexisting form in an instant."
“That is correct. Asides from enhancing existing equipment, they can be used to create a completely new weapon unto themselves.” “However…”
Farrell, after a glance at Lindsey who had been talking with much confidence, proceeded to thrust his hand with a ring shining brightly of jade into the test room.
With a slight twist of his hand, a gigantic machine gun appeared out of nowhere.
Another twist, and the machine gun swiveled in midair, firing bullets toward targets hanging at the back of the test room.
“Hmm.”
It all lasted for but a moment. As soon as his concentration faltered, the machine gun started disintegrating, causing the weapon to spasm and spray bullets in every which direction before disappearing.
“Even in such a controlled environment, it is hard to maintain any form. If this were real combat… wouldn’t this be something extremely hazardous?”
“You are correct. It’s something we must work out.”
Farrell nodded at Gina’s words.
With the ring that controlled the micro-bots, he would have to think of a blueprint in his mind. Although the micro-bots boasted almost infinite potential, such liberty was also just as restrictive.
Memorizing an existing blueprint or improvising one in real-time might not be implausible, but the slightest lapse in concentration would cause the micro-bots to disperse.
It was something too demanding to use in combat, especially where the lives of one’s allies were on the line.
“Is there anyone who could use this in actual combat?”
“Although it seems impossible for most… one person does come to mind.”
“And who would that be, Miss Rossum?”
Farrell looked at Lindsey, who, without answering, continued to meet his gaze. He then nodded in realization.
“Yes. If it were her… I’m sure of it…”
The hero of countless battlefields. But a genius whose wisdom still rivaled that of their own.
It was thought by many that, had she not been an Adventurer exploring the world, Empyrean would have accomplished what the Seven Meisters of the past had strived to achieve much more quickly.
“This tricky beast could become a great boon for her.”
“Then should we…”
“There is no reason for any delays. I shall send word to Ria immediately. Hah, I’m already curious as to the look on her face upon seeing this…”