Cybernetic Array God - Chapter 15 Tree And Carnegie

Grey clouds covered the sky occasionally revealing the sun, allowing it to shine down on the white-snow covered- sidewalks. Cyrus took a deep breath and stepped in his house. He took off his coat and shoes before immediately going back to his room.

He sat on his chair and took out his notebook. The biggest problem right now was the fact that he couldn’t bring the Qi sitting in the Array Tomb to Earth. He needed a way to bring it down here. Fortunately, the tomb was working again so, he’d been able to access his treasury.

The treasury contained mountains of ‘useless’ junk he’d accumulated (robbed) over the years. He’d been experimenting for almost a month now using up a ton of resources.

He leaned back in his chair and reappeared in the Array Tomb. He summoned a large purple bowl. A few arrays were floating around it. Thousands of spirit stones were floating up to it. The spirit stones were constantly being converted into pure golden Qi. The golden Qi flowed down into the bowl in a steady stream.

An illusionary phantom of a golden tree floated above it. The phantom was covered in purple web lines.

“Finally” Cyrus couldn’t help but gaze at it with greed. The tree had finally sprouted. A single golden fruit hung on one of its branches.

Cyrus could surprisingly grab it with his soul’s hands. He popped the fruit straight into his mouth and an intense rainbow of golden Qi hit him and euphoria invaded his body. Purple web lines burst out and spread throughout his entire form supplying it with Qi.

“HahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Crazed and demonic laughter raged throughout the surroundings.

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Cyrus sat down on the table with a cheerful smile on his face. Saira looked at the boy and heaved a sigh of relief: the boy barely smiled nowadays.

Cyrus munched down on the beef stew while everybody on the table stared at him with surprise. Within, fifteen minutes he’d almost eaten everything on the table. This was Cyrus, after all! He barely ate anything!

“Yo, bro leave something for us too.” J scrambled to grab some food and Hera did the same.

Cyrus went back to his room after eating. He was in a really cheerful mood right now. He’d finally solved the problem of his impending demise.

He sat on his chair and leaned back. He manipulated the Qi dwelling deep inside him and took out his notebook. The question now was: ‘Should I start cultivating?’

The idea seemed tempting to say the least, didn’t it? He would be able to command that unrivaled power once again and innovate once again but he wouldn’t progress much. Not with the mindset he had now.

Freedom. That was a fundamental cornerstone of his Dao. Back when he’d been a low-level cultivator the idea that cultivation was a way to achieve freedom had propelled him to the very peak of the world but now.

His recent experience had taught him that he hadn’t achieved true freedom: he was still dependent on QI and the more he cultivated Qi the harder it would be for him to survive.

The man sighed and muttered; “Cultivating’s out of the window.”

He rested his arms on the table and started thinking: “What is freedom?”

“No, no why do I even want freedom?”

“Isn’t it just so, I can do whatever I want?”

“So f*ck it. I’ll just do what I like doing and the universe could burn down to ashes for all I care.” Cyrus stood up and decided to take a walk. It helped him think.

He had a stable supply of Qi now so, he wanted to pursue some sort of project now. He walked downstairs and the entire hallway was dark. He walked into the living room and found everyone watching TV.

“I’m going out for a while.”

“What do you mean? It’s nine o clock.” Saira said worriedly.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going out with my friend’s.”

“Well, who are these friends of yours?”

“They’re from school. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Looking at Cyrus’s adamant gaze Saira sighed and finally relented. “Alright, but you have to come back in half an hour, young man.”

“Alright.” Cyrus turned around and grabbed his coat. He’d only wanted to go out for half an hour but he purposefully said an hour. How could Saira even hope to tame an age-old monster like him?

Cyrus exhaled as he stepped out forming a swirling blob of mist. It was snowing lightly and the man took off with a light jog.

Saira gazed at his back from the window and shook her head: that boy

Cyrus was running down the street as the occasional car passed by him. Most of the houses were well lit and people were going about their lives unbeknownst of the devil passing by them dressed in a red jacket and black track pants.

He decided to listen to an audiobook so, he took out his phone and tried to turn it on. The no battery icon flashed on the screen and Cyrus couldn’t help but mutter: “F*ck!”

It’d only been five minutes since he’d come out and there was no way he was walking back for his charger.

‘Wait. What if’ The gears inside his head started churning as he started thinking about this idea.: Wireless charging. It would be laughingly easy for him to do it. Hell, he could even make batteries using lightning runes. Each lightning rune would probably be much more efficient than any other battery on this planet. The possibilities seemed completely endless!

Cyrus took off on a spring heading back to his house. It was time to plan.

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Requiem was frowning while he looked at the report on his desk. He’d looked at this report about seven times now but he still hadn’t calmed down.

The problem wasn’t that somebody had killed a lot of people but the fact that where and how they’d died.

He took out a cigar and lit it: taking a deep puff. The smoke rose up to his eyes and he calmed down. He hit the intercom: “Stacy, send Carnegie in.”

“Yes, sir.” Came the curt reply.

A tall man walked in. He was seven feet tall with a slightly pudgy and a cute baby face. His hair was tied up with a waistband. All in all, despite his height he seemed completely harmless.

“Hello, sir.” He greeted with respect and bowed his head slightly.

“Take a seat, lad.”

The tall and humble man nodded and took a seat making sure to not knock anything down. He calmly waited for his superior to begin.

“The reason I called you in here is because of this.” Requiem took out a few pages and plopped them in front of Carnegie.

Carnegie smiled slightly and started reading them. The further he read, the more the color drained from his face.

“I don’t see how this can be possible, sir.” He finally muttered.

“Oh, but it is.” Requiem replied calmly. “Once you jump back up there, go to this safe zone and find him.”

Carnegie glanced up at the top of the report: Martin Salvador.
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