Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

The artificial life creation lasted for a whole day and night.

During this time, the sound in the nutrition chamber kept ringing.

And it was this sound that completely washed away Mordred's awe of life.

Speaking of which, before this, Mordred always felt that the birth of life was a very sacred process.

However, this perfect artificial life cultivation chamber in front of him proved to him in a rude and unreasonable way that even geniuses can be mass-produced. In fact

, in such a simple way, large-scale mass production is possible.

"Who made this thing?"

Looking at the machine running in front of him, Mordred couldn't help but be curious.

But the system's answer made him gasp.

"A level 4 biological civilization."

Planetary civilization is divided into seven levels, but those that can reach level 2 are rare.

For example, the planet that Mordred stayed on before crossing over was just at level 2 in the system's evaluation.

Another example is the planet under Mordred's feet - because of the existence of restraining force, its level is higher, and it has reached the middle stage of level 2.

But it is precisely because of the existence of restraining force that the upper limit of civilization of this planet is greatly reduced.

Level 3 civilization is already the limit of this planet.

And Mordred is even more curious.

"That level 4 civilization... is it achieved through this perfect artificial life manufacturing chamber?"

This is a question, but Mordred's words are quite certain.

Because he is confident that it must be like this.

History is the history of mankind - but the progress of history is driven by a few geniuses or small people with great opportunities.

Therefore, Mordred has reason to suspect that the level 4 civilization must have forcibly raised the life advantages of their own race and created a large number of outstanding talents, thus promoting the development of their civilization at an almost outrageous speed.

The system's answer also confirmed Mordred's guess.

"yes"

"So how are they now?"

Mordred continued to ask.

And this time, the system gave him an unexpected, but reasonable answer:

"Destroyed"

"Destroyed?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Perfect artificial life manufacturing chamber"

"……"

This is indeed a somewhat cruel answer.

But if you think about it carefully, this is probably the only answer that is the correct destination of that civilization:

"Since they used this almost tricky method to speed up the progress of their civilization"

"Then, you must bear the risks brought by this [trick]"

"However, this risk is unsolvable."

Looking at Morgan, the girl in the nutrition cabin, who was staring at her body and emitting a crystal clear light all over her body, Mordred thought of many things in his mind.

That civilization reached its peak through this tricky method, and then fell into hell because of it.

And now, isn't he also trying to use tricky methods to complete the revival of Camelot and Britain?

"Keep your feet on the ground and be moderate in your tricks."

The incident with the fourth-level civilization sounded a wake-up call for Mordred.

But,——

"What should I do then?"

Mordred scratched his hair in distress, and for a moment, he couldn't figure out what to do.

But, forget it.——

"I'd better discuss it with CC after I get back."

Mordred still has great trust in the witch's brain.

Anyway, she is definitely better than him.

……

On the third day, early in the morning, as the sun jumped out of the horizon, the incubator that had been roaring for a day and a night finally stopped roaring.

In the next moment, as the hatch gradually opened, a large amount of white air came out of the nutrient chamber, making the area foggy.

In the misty fog, Mordred tried to reach out his hand, wanting to see what the"reborn" queen looked like.

However——

""Don't come over here!"

A stern, angry voice suddenly came from the cabin, causing Mordred to stop subconsciously.

Then, in the next moment, Mordred saw something flying out of the nutrient chamber, rolling up smoke and flying towards the stone hut in the middle of the lake.

It was a beautiful white swan.

However, it was a little different from the white swan he had seen before.

Mordred always felt that this white swan... seemed to be a little fatter than the previous one?

……

A moment later,

Morgan, who had changed into a new set of clothes, trotted to Mordred.

"Well, it always feels a bit strange……"

She felt this new body, but a rather skeptical expression appeared on her face.

"Is this really me?"

She stood on the lake, turned left and right, and looked at her new appearance.

The sudden extra weight, as well as the strength and agility that Mordred had forced her to increase, forced her to adapt to this body again.

This would take some time.

In the face of this question, Mordred nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, mother."

"This is the final form of our Pandora's family women."

"It is also the most perfect form"

"You are worthy of being the queen mother. You have done something so difficult to do with ease."

Mordred answered without hesitation and gave her a very obvious compliment.

But the girl Morgan was very pleased.

""Okay, let's go."

After adapting to the power of this body, the girl Morgan couldn't wait to grab Mordred's hand, wanting to see her lovely sister as quickly as possible.

And on the way, she also made a new request to Mordred:

""Oh, by the way, mother is too ugly - I'm not that old yet!"

She said with a playful smile, and reported her new name.

"Vivian"

"When you are outside, just call me Vivian.

Modred nodded repeatedly.

It's just a name, it won't be a problem.

But,——

"Have I forgotten something important?"

Looking at the utopia and the Fairy Lake that were gradually receding, Mordred pondered for a long time, and finally realized what his original purpose was:

"Ah, my money!"