When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 975 - 333 Wanting to Save People, More Than Killing_2

Chapter 975 -333 Wanting to Save People, More Than Killing_2

“I have thought before that Necromancy could be used to help the disabled obtain their missing limbs. Or it could also fulfill the wish of those who want to have extra limbs.”

Albert spoke excitedly: “But if it were through meticulous sculpting to customize limbs individually for people… the cost would be too high. That’s why I invented it; it can grow hands of various thickness and length. Then people could find and select the limbs they prefer and take them for attachment.”

“…How does it grow? What does it need to be sustained?”

Aurora showed a slight interest in it. Although Albert invented many strange trinkets, she felt this one held value.

“It’s quite simple.”

Albert said as he picked up a box of mice sealed with Preservation Arts next to him.

If this were a normal box, they would have probably starved or suffocated already. But Preservation Arts have this miraculous effect; even living creatures can be stored in a box for a long time.

Albert’s headless body opened the seal on the box and raised it, pouring the mice towards the “Thousand-Handed God” as if dumping trash.

The “Thousand-Handed God” instinctively stretched out its hands, effortlessly catching every falling mouse, and then retracted its arms—only then did Aurora notice that under each of its arms were ferocious spinning teeth, and the mice were stuffed into its mouth, being chewed up.

Aurora laughed inexplicably.

Albert asked in confusion, then Aurora explained her bizarre amusement:

“Like a pineapple with many hands.”

The girl pointed at it.

And as she pointed at the Thousand-Handed God, it reached out its hand towards her from afar.

“I have set it to only eat small enough living things. The limit is within ten centimeters in diameter, to prevent it from attacking humans. And if it’s larger than that, it will stretch out its hands as a gesture of friendship, which also makes it convenient to check the metrics of its arms.”

Albert boasted proudly: “With this thing, there’s no need to worry about people needing amputations anymore! Later, I can make some ‘Hundred-legged Gods’ so that people in wheelchairs can get up and walk! Even if someone wants a second or even a third pair of arms, at least they won’t have to take them from living people!

“I didn’t make the Hundred-legged God at first because I was worried it might run away by itself. The Thousand-Handed God is much more controllable… I got them some dumbbells, they will continually try to capture heavy objects and attempt to lift them, they can also entertain themselves when I’m not in the lab.”

“Senior, you’re incredible.”

Aurora hugged Albert’s head tightly, expressing her genuine admiration.

A hint of smile finally appeared on Albert’s ever-dreary face.

His body walked over to adjust his glasses, then bragged to his junior: “I plan to make a Necromancy creature that can generate its own liver—principally, it should be possible. I know of a place where Undead can slowly generate a large number of ‘eyes,’ and there are those that can produce many ‘mouths.’

“So, I think there might be an Undead whose belly is filled with livers… Maybe then the Demon Scholars will no longer indiscriminately slaughter the innocent.”

Among human body parts, the most commonly used are eyeballs, male genitalia, bones, and livers. Male genitalia need to be dried, bones must be clean and dry, and eyeballs can be preserved for a long time if soaked in a preserving solution. But the liver must remain intact and fresh…

Since each ritual uses “a portion,” the price of livers is the highest amongst all human parts on the black market. Even slight damage can reduce the effectiveness of the ritual.

For the sake of huge profits, there are even some Hunters in cities without the technology to preserve organs who would execute on the spot. Directly abducting people and having professional surgeons harvest their livers.

—With this invention, perhaps there will be fewer people dying unnatural deaths. Albert thought.

Compared with the simpler “Thousand-Handed God” and “Hundred-legged God,” creating an Undead that can replicate livers and eyeballs is much more difficult. The cost would increase by many times, and there’s no guarantee there would be a market for it.

But if he could create such a thing… surely that would be enough to win over Avalon.

It is said that Avalon’s Physicians have already completed liver transplant surgeries.

Coupled with this technology, he could save many more people.

—— I need to kill more people here than I did in another timeline.

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Albert thought to himself.

At this moment, a knock on the door of his laboratory sounded.

“Excuse me… is this the place, senior?”

A somewhat hesitant voice came from outside the door.

“Yes.”

Aurora responded, whispering to Albert, “This is my junior sister. She’s new here… familiar with Aleister.”

Calling her a junior sister was essentially the same as having her mentor an apprentice.

The Spirit Summoning Tower had a prevailing culture of neglect, summed up by the attitude: “Whoever wants to go, go; certainly not me.” Most mentors were reluctant to take students.

During meetings, silence prevailed like in a classroom when a teacher asks “Who understood? Come up and explain.” Often, it took until the vice-principal calling names to assign tasks at the very end.

And so the new transfer student naturally came under Aurora’s supervision.

After all, Aurora was already at the Fourth Level… talent should not be left idle.

Some mentors didn’t even possess the Fourth Level themselves.

Yet, since she hadn’t graduated, she could only officially be considered a mentor to younger students — naturally, without pay.

However, perhaps because of Aleister, Aurora seemed to take a special interest in her, even wanting to bring her to meet Albert. Thus, she guided her junior sister here in some way.

Aurora ran over, holding Albert’s head, to open the door.

“Good morning.”

Aurora greeted simply, “Did you sleep well?”

Seeing the fingertip clutched in the hand of the girl at the door, Albert had an epiphany.

Oh, it must be one of Aurora’s fingers leading the way.

As for what the girl looked like, he couldn’t be bothered to check. She seemed to be a girl with light golden, curly hair — just remember the hairstyle.

The somewhat timid Christina saw her expressionless senior sister open the door, holding a head with eyes wide open in death.

Standing quietly behind her was a headless man, and behind the man was a terrifying Magical Beast covered in numerous bloodstained arms. The corners were littered with assorted arms and severed limbs, with half bodies strewn all over the floor, each pierced with arms, and jars of organs gloomily placed in every corner of the table…

The entire room was filled with arms, arms, arms, arms…

Whole arms, half arms, clean arms, bloodstained arms…

“Hey.”

Albert felt he should say hello, so he suddenly spoke up coldly.

Christina’s eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.

“She didn’t sleep well.”

Aurora commented regretfully as she watched her fall to the ground with a loud thud, then whispered to the head in her arms.