Thump!

With a reflexive slam on the table, Francis's eyes flew wide open in disbelief.

"Oh... Ahhh..." His hand trembled uncontrollably as he continued to trace the academic text. "My goodness... My goodness..."

Incredulous, he repeated "my goodness" over and over again, hastily scanning through the entire academic text. Then, as though entranced, he stared at the marred blueprint before sinking down onto the floor. His face went blank as he sat down, pulling at the blueprint on the table. Then, he frantically scanned the one that had fallen to the floor.

"Incredible... Incredible!!" With a shout, he jumped up.

Francis found it astounding. He had no initial reason to enter this isolation area. Among the various branches of alchemy, he held a significant position as an elder in the golem faction. Within the faction, he dedicated his life to creating flawless artificial life, treading the fine line between taboo and non-taboo.

His focus was not on the bulky and rigid golems but on crafting artificially conscious humans. In fact, his numerous papers on golem...