Loci gazed at the human. In his lenses, you could see the curiosity in his gaze. He stepped onto the floor, which was made of brown wood, and every step he took caused a noisy creak to echo through the house.
He trudged across the floor slowly, afraid that the human might attack him. "You know, everyone says I'm delicate," Loci mumbled as he stopped walking and crossed his arms.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the system to reply.
**[Have you considered approaching the problem from a different angle?]**
"What do you mean?" Loci asked, opening his eyes. He closed one eye and tilted his head, lost in thought as he recalled his memories.
**[Weren't you a successful robotics scientist? Enough that the higher-ups hired someone to kill you and take credit for all your work?]**
Loci's senses became clearer, and he started nodding, his forefinger and thumb resting thoughtfully on his chin.
**[So, you shouldn't mind if they call you 'delicate.' To me, you're a strong delicate.]**
"Enough... that's not my point. You're giving me goosebumps. 'Delicate' is delicate, there's no way it can be 'strong'," he said, swinging his arms as he continued trudging across the brown wooden floor.
**[I think there may have been a miscommunication.]**
'Whatever,' Loci thought.
When he arrived at the woman's location, he bent down to look at her more closely. "So, who's this person?" he asked, standing up straight.
A holographic screen popped up in his lenses. He smiled and nodded continuously as the profile of the woman appeared in front of him.
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**[Profile]**
Name: Sylphrena Ariella
Age: 157 years old
Job: Sorceress and Robot Creator
About:
She spent years working on her creation, pouring all her knowledge of magic and robotics into it. However, no matter how many times Sylphy tried, her creation always failed to work properly.
Eventually, she realized that she had been so consumed by her dream that she had neglected the world around her. She had failed to see the beauty in life and appreciate the people and things that were already part of it. With this realization, Sylphy decided to put her dreams of creating the perfect robot to rest and focus on the present.
*Life Span: 157 Years (Died 2 hours ago)*
**Abilities:**
§ Memory Reading
§ Memory Manipulation
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"What's the Memory Reading and Memory Manipulation about? That sounds familiar, like something I heard earlier," Loci asked, gazing intently at the hologram screen, reading the information carefully.
**[Those are the skills you can use on her. Other skills won't work.]**
"So, those are *my* skills to use on her. But what exactly do they do?" He stopped looking at the hologram and crossed his arms, turning his attention back to Sylphrena.
**[Memory Reading and Memory Manipulation are Ultimate Skills. They're different from each other. Memory Reading is an easy skill—you enter the host's memories and observe their life.]**
"For real? That's so cool! I love gossip," Loci said, nodding enthusiastically as he imagined himself gossiping about someone's life.
**[.......]**
"And what about the other one?" he added, clearing his throat.
Noticing Loci's serious tone, the system immediately explained.
**[Memory Manipulation is more difficult and dangerous than Memory Reading. It allows you to alter the host's memories, but it could endanger their life. Success is not guaranteed, especially if the host has high intelligence, in which case there's a risk of failure.]**
"Then it's not advisable to use that skill," Loci said as he sat down on a chair across from the woman's body.
"What should I do with this dead body? I'm not villainous enough to just leave it here. And she seems to have been my master," he added, tapping his fingers on his metallic legs.
A sound echoed in the room, and Loci glanced at the woman. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
**[Why not use your Supreme Fantasy Jail Realism? It's your Supreme Skill.]**
"What happens if I use that?" Loci asked, reclining in the chair and staring at the ceiling while waiting for the system to respond.
**[Listen. Fantasy Jail Realism is a unique and powerful talent, combining four remarkable locations: Fantasy Jail, Infinity Mansion, Infinity Grave, and Infinity Lock-Up.]**
Loci listened closely as the system explained, closing his arms and stretching out his legs.
**[First, Fantasy Jail is a space where people can indulge in all their fantasies and dreams without limits. It's a place where their wildest desires are fulfilled, offering mercy and pleasure without end.]**
Loci's eyes widened as he chuckled, nodding as if he were planning something.
**[Second, Infinity Mansion is an open space accessible to everyone. It's a grand mansion where any species can socialize and have fun without restrictions.]**
Becoming more serious, Loci tapped his fingers on his metallic legs. He stood up and began to explore the sorceress's house.
**[Third, Infinity Grave is a place where the dead are stored. Though their bodies are lifeless, they still appear alive, providing comfort to those mourning their loved ones.]**
"So that's your point," Loci muttered, flipping through a diary the sorceress had left behind. As he turned the pages, he found a small note tucked in the middle.
He pulled out the note, astonished by its contents. "Hell no," he muttered, glancing at the woman.
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**To Loci, my Magical Robot**
Hello. If you're reading this, it means I'm dead. Loci, a soul from another world, I'm sorry to have brought you here, but please save this world. Explore it and find the other reincarnators. They can help you, but they can also destroy you. Be careful. I gave my life to summon your soul here. I'm sorry, but this world needs you.
From,
Sylphrena Ariella—Your Master
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"I can't believe this..." Loci was shocked by what he read. He couldn't accept that the sorceress had known who he was all along.
He didn't feel any hatred toward her—possibly due to his numbness, though he hadn't realized that yet. He assumed the reason for his lack of hatred was that she had saved him.
"This situation is just like something out of a story or game," he said, crossing his arms. "Still, I want to meet those people," he muttered, placing the letter somewhere safe.
"Ugh! I didn't expect this. I thought I could have an easy, peaceful life. Who would've thought my soul would be summoned here to save a magical world?" He pounded his feet against the floor and swung his arms.
Loci then carried the sorceress's body. "Nova, let's use Fantasy Jail Realism," he said, gazing at Sylphrena Ariella—the famous sorceress and his one and only master.
Without further instructions, they were instantly transported to a dark and eerie place, unlike anything Loci had seen before.
He was no longer in the body of a robot; he had returned to his original form. But when he looked behind him, he saw the robot body, now controlled by Supernova.
"We greet our master!" Four unfamiliar beings appeared before them, bowing low.
"Who?" Loci asked, eyes wide, as he looked at the Supernova behind him.