The Lone SF Transmigrator in the Otherworld Forum

Although it was a space where no form could be seen and only voices could be heard, Puppet Demonic Warlord’s trembling could be felt.

[Y-You fiendish bastard!]

“So how do we get out of here?”

Karlstein pretended not to hear.

[How did I end up…]

Karlstein even started humming!

[E-Eek!]

Puppet Demonic Warlord’s pride was slashed by the punk’s tongue.

He had pleaded and begged for him to “please” become his disciple.

That damned talent of his is the problem.

Even if the punk became a disciple, it wouldn’t be a normal master-disciple relationship. To agree to all of the punk’s conditions would be like serving a disciple as a master.

A disciple like a master? How did this make any sense?

To think the Puppet Demonic Warlord had fallen so low!

The fiendish punk of a disciple was meticulous and without gaps.

No, this bastard is just crazy!

He realized words couldn’t handle him.

But the Puppet Demonic Warlord hadn’t lived his years in vain.

Just you wait!

If things went according to the plan he had set up when creating the Prohibitions…

Hehehe.

Dealing with the bastard would be no trouble at all.

“Old man, let’s go.”

[What?]

What kind of way of speaking…

Let’s just be patient for a bit.

Even if his manners are a bit bad…

“Are you going to live here forever?”

[….]

However, that little bit might prove to be difficult.

***Transmission of Puppet Techniques.

Full cooperation when it came to sharing knowledge.

Transfer of ownership of created Puppets.

Even ownership of the results.

In addition, he had to conduct joint research and perform all sorts of odd jobs at the disciple’s request.

He had no rights other than calling him ‘bastard of a disciple’. He even insisted on not calling him Master.

[Gyaaaak!]

So much responsibility on the master alone! How could there be such an unreasonable treatment!

Well. If there was any consolation, it was that the bastard agreed to cooperate in inheriting his legacy.

You think this Puppet Demonic Warlord will move according to your will?! Hmph. Once you taste even a fragment of my Puppet Techniques, you won’t be able to escape!

The Puppet Demonic Warlord was certain that this bastard of a disciple would soon beg him to please teach him.

He will have no choice!

Of course. After all, whose legacy was it? It was none other than the Puppet Demonic Warlord’s!

The eyes of a mere Qi Refining Stage Cultivator from the Lower Realm couldn’t be trusted! He couldn’t appreciate greatness!

There was a certain knowhow to it. Even an ignorant person would soon realize these were no ordinary Puppet Techniques!

Hehehe.

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The upper hand was already decided from the moment the punk agreed to receive teachings!

And what? Requests?! Odd jobs?

He was a bastard who boldly said he wanted to treat his master as a servant. What a crazy bastard!

Kuk! How humiliating!

He barely managed to secure the right to refuse requests.

-Well, whether you can refuse or not remains to be seen over time.

Hmph! Once you start inheriting my legacy, do you think you’ll have time to look elsewhere? When you will be so busy that you won’t even have time to blink?

It was a misunderstanding born from not knowing Karlstein, who was used to handling engineering nerds.

“I’m in an Avatar right now, you know?”

What? What is that? Avatar?

“I’m in another dimension.”

What nonsense…

[Impossible! Are you trying to make fun of me! No matter how pathetic I look, there’s no way I wouldn’t notice that much.]

“Tsk tsk. Seems like you’re unable to blame yourself for your lack of discernment.”

[E-Eek!]

Every word this bastard said was disagreeable.

However.

[What is this?]

“Want to take a look?”

[Puppet? You were a Puppet? No! It’s different from that too. Did you say Avatar?]

This place connected to the top floor was where imagination and reality were mixed.

With the punk’s “permission”, he was able to examine the body called an Avatar a little.

[What is this? This doesn’t make sense, though?]

“That’s enough. Let’s do the rest outside.”

[What?]

As soon as the punk finished speaking, his consciousness examining the bastard’s body was bounced out.

[This is urgent! There can be nothing I don’t know! This is impossible! Show me quickly!]

“Nope, I don’t want to.”

[Hurry!]

Although he had only tasted a fragment, he realized the punk’s body was no ordinary matter.

[Don’t tell me, was it true that you could get out on your own even if imprisoned here forever…]

Then a thought suddenly occurred.

[Wait! Don’t tell me you’re not a Phantasmal Metal Body?!]

“If you want to know, let’s go outside.”

The punk was merciless.

In the end, he had to reluctantly manipulate the Prohibitions and invite him to the workshop on the top floor.

***[Hurry up and tell me! What’s going on!]

Karlstein was looking around, ignoring the Puppet Demonic Warlord’s words.

A workshop with an atmosphere similar to a laboratory.

If there was a difference from the Galactic Empire’s laboratories, it was that complex Sorcery Formations were emitting light here and there?

“Is this your main body, old man?”

A palm-sized wooden doll placed in the center.

[…Tch.]

It was a crude wooden doll made of brown wood material.

“Anyway, where’s the Puppet?”

[Hmph…. As promised, I will hand over my masterpiece in full only when you can handle it sufficiently.]

“Alright, alright. Let’s just take a look around.”

[Follow me.]

Hop-

So it wasn’t just for display? It could move too?

Woong-

As the Puppet Demonic Warlord, who claimed to be his master, manipulated the Sorcery Formations, the scenery changed instantly and they were outside the tower.

“Ooh…”

[Hmph….]

“Oh right, what about the woman who came with me?”

[Wait.]

Woong-

A faint light appeared on the gold-plated tower, spitting out a blue ball of light.

“Kyaaak!”

Yep. Mhm. I’ve roughly gathered what I needed to…

“Anyway, so?”

Tak- Tak-

The wooden doll, awkwardly moving its short legs, approached the tower and raised its arm to touch it.

Rumble-

The entire surrounding ground shook and silver light began to burst from the gold-plated tower.

Crack-

A massive energy that made it hard to breathe surged up, dyeing the sky.

“Don’t tell me…”

[Yes, this tower is the main body of my masterpiece.]

Haha. You’re surprised, aren’t you?

However, the damn bastard of a disciple’s reaction was different from expectations.

“…Huh?”

The wooden doll stomped the ground.

[GAL¹(喝)!!!!!!!]

The Puppet Demonic Warlord was hurt by the punk’s reaction.

***“Alright, alright. I said I’m sorry, okay? I was just so surprised that I couldn’t react.”

[….]

He had to soothe the sulking old Puppet.

It was the price for insulting his masterpiece that he had spent tens of thousands of years creating, dedicating his entire life and even his physical body.

“Hahaha. Geez, you’re so narrow-minded.”

[What did you say?!]

Ah, of course he was a bit surprised.

Even when he was breaking Puppets inside the tower and attacking the upper floors, he thought this tower wasn’t an ordinary place.

The tower wasn’t a simple building.

Lush jungles, endless seas, scorching deserts, freezing valleys - environments that couldn’t exist inside a tower greeted him. He had to defeat armies of Puppets that were unaffected by ordinary heavy weapons there.

Of course, for Karlstein who had all sorts of items tailored to convenience, it was just an unremarkable environment, and SF heavy firearms would embarrass ordinary heavy firearms.

Mental resistance probably played a part too.

[If it weren’t for your Phantasmal Metal Body quality, you would have wandered inside the tower forever!]

The scream of an old man whose pride was hurt was terrifying.

He had to listen to the man boasting about the tower for over an hour.

He seems to have completely forgotten his doubts about the Phantasmal Metal Body quality.

[That place is both unreality and reality! Moreover…]

[It’s not fully refined yet! Growing…]

[Able to embody anything, becoming everything imaginable…]

…

[This wouldn’t have been possible without my Puppet Techniques…]

[Even the major powers of that time were desperate for…]

[A masterpiece among masterpieces that’s embarrassing to even call a Puppet…]

…

[Even the materials are from ‘Hunshi’…]

[‘Genesis’ is undoubtedly my masterpiece and the greatest Puppet in the Immortal Realm!]

He really was a true engineering nerd.

He listened to some explanation that only the old man understood for an hour.

“R-Really? No way!”

“Hup!”

“Such a thing…!”

“Aah!”

If he had to guess, it was possible that the explanation was extended due to Senior Sister Zhang’s reactions.

Well, thanks to that, the sulking old Puppet seems to have cheered up, so should I let it slide?

[Anyway, I have something serious to talk about.]

It wasn’t serious until now?

Haha.

Still, he couldn’t ignore the old Puppet Demonic Warlord. No, rather than the old man, he couldn’t look down on this world.

In fact, when he heard information about the being called ‘Hunshi’, only one thing came to mind.

Single Number.

No. 4 Proxitan.

The boundary between reality and unreality?

If what he heard was really true, it must have been that guy’s ability.

They drove out Proxitan on their own?

If that’s true, the potential of Xianxia can’t be ignored.

At any rate, the old man didn’t seem to know the details either.

The old man is amazing too. He says he made something quite similar to the real thing based on records and information.

He collected and stole traces left by the one called ‘Hunshi’ to create it, or so he says?

If those words are really true, I’m curious about what it will look like when the refining is complete. Instead of that shiny turd-like tower appearance.

But you know…

Shouldn’t it be the old man’s turn to be surprised this time?

“Old man.”

[What is it?]

The Puppet Demonic Warlord tensed up at Karlstein’s suddenly serious voice.

“Have you heard of SF?”

[S-What?]

“Haha.”

Engineering nerds always sold their souls to the greatness of civilization.

And so, you probably won’t be able to escape.

Ever.

“Don’t beg too pitifully, okay?”

[What nonsense are you spouting?!]

The old man did not yet know what exactly his future would hold.

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