I Became a Genius Mechanic at the Academy

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Crucible.

The ultimate conversation tool of the Doom series, a hellish magic sword that can even bring down a Titan.

I got the idea for creating this magic sword through obsidian, which transforms emotions of ‘anger’ and ‘hatred’ into energy.

In other words, I envisioned the Crucible, which charges hell energy, from obsidian, which charges energy of hatred and anger.

After that, I started pondering how to accept hell energy.

And that method involves creating a powerful thought that can grasp hell energy.

Because, just as Reina’s powerful thought controls the energy of hatred and anger, I needed a powerful thought that could control hell energy.

‘Memories of the previous rounds.’

Thus, I decided to use the memories of the previous round.

If it contains a strong will against evil, the memories and emotions from the previous round could serve as a thought capable of controlling hell energy.

‘The Sea of Rebirth.’

Therefore, I thought of the high-grade potion known as ‘The Sea of Rebirth.’

This potion appears in the late game and is essential for awakening players or main NPCs.

Because the effect of this potion allows one to experience and gain enlightenment from the memories and emotions of one’s ancestral being.

‘However, my ancestors are not me.’

But I am an entity that has intervened artificially in this world.

In other words, I was not formed through reproduction.

I was created through countless retries.

Thus, my ancestors could be said to be the previous version of myself.

‘For now, let’s make a makeshift version.’

However, ‘The Sea of Rebirth’ is an item appearing in the late game.

Currently, I had neither the materials nor the method to create this potion.

A rough, makeshift potion that could vaguely mimic its effects was the best I could do.

‘It’s worth a try.’

But does that mean I should just sit around until I can acquire the necessary materials?

Absolutely not.

Even if it’s clumsy, trying once is entirely different from not trying at all.

So, with the help of Elena and the Princess, I managed to procure the materials with great difficulty.

Though it wasn’t perfect, I created a makeshift potion that could vaguely replicate the effects of ‘The Sea of Rebirth’, albeit a downgraded version.

“Ha. Shall we begin?”

Then, I finished preparing to create the thought by borrowing the mechanism of obsidian.

Once I imbued the memories and emotions of the previous round into an emerald mana stone engraved with the spell, I would create the thought.

Just as I downed the makeshift version of The Sea of Rebirth—

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My memory cut off.

It was as if I had been in a car accident; the moment I gulped down The Sea of Rebirth, my memory just snapped.

“……?”

And the laboratory became a complete mess.

It was such a disaster that I couldn’t find a single intact object.

“Cough!”

I felt pain throughout my body.

My hands were utterly wrecked, almost shattered at the joints, and blood was everywhere.

It seemed I had gone berserk the moment I drank The Sea of Rebirth.

‘Could it be because it was a makeshift version…?’

I understand that it shouldn’t have been like this.

If I clicked on the Rebirth potion in my inventory and pressed [Use Item], my character’s skills and stats would dramatically rise, and that would be the end of it.

The Rebirth potion I recalled didn’t have any debuff effects like going berserk.

‘Or maybe I added details while possessing this body…?’

Perhaps it’s the difference between entering the game and just watching it from a monitor.

Strangely enough, since possessing this world, I keep considering my memories of playing the game as ‘real’ memories.

‘Well, anyway.’

In any case, I successfully laid the foundation for Crucible.

I imbued a powerful thought that could control hell energy.

And that happened just two weeks ago.

Now, two weeks later, I hold the handle of the Crucible.

It’s to steal the hell energy gathered by the bishop at the gathering tomorrow.

“My lord.”

At that moment.

Gric approached me.

He then began to report the matters I had directed.

“I have conveyed your commands regarding the operation. Thirteen chapters, including my direct organization, will execute the operation according to your will.”

“…And how many are in total?”

“1,327 people.”

“And what’s the approximate scale of the ceremony tomorrow?”

“I believe it will be around 2,600 people.”

…Hmm.

From Gric’s words, it appears that nearly 50% of the 2,600 members of the Demon Church will follow my operation.

In other words, it means that the ceremony led by the bishop is going to be in deep trouble.

His power derives from the number of followers he has.

“Uh… by the way.”

However, Gric looked at me with a troubled expression.

Is there a problem?

“My lord, didn’t you say you wanted to lurk at the closest position to the bishop?”

“That’s right.”

“Actually, that’s structurally impossible. The closest position to the altar where the bishop is located can only be occupied by maidens.”

“……”

Ah.

Why didn’t I think of that?

Come to think of it, that bishop was gathering ‘magic’ in the most vile way by defiling the corpses of virgins.

Because one must commit sins unimaginable to humanity to be able to get closer to demons.

“Then what’s the next closest position?”

“Only women can sit there.”

“Hah, what about after that?”

“From there, it’s in order of rank within the Demon Church. But if we get pushed that far back, your lordship’s ambush operation will… essentially become meaningless. It would be too far away.”

…This has become quite troublesome.

Of course, being pushed back doesn’t mean the operation will fail.

Even if the bishop absorbs all the hell energy, he won’t be able to defeat me.

‘I must make the Crucible!’

However, the more time he buys to absorb hell energy, the less amount of hell energy I can steal.

Moreover, if I can’t dispose of him quickly, the number of victims will increase exponentially.

Because someone of the bishop’s level can use the life force of the Demon Church members to recover his own health.

Even though they have fallen into the Demon Church, I can’t let my subjects die.

“Uh… so… I have a method I’ve thought of.”

But at that moment.

Gric cautiously mentioned he had an idea.

As expected of the leader who led 500 men, he seems to have come up with a clever trick.

“Oh? What is it?”

“……Sophie.”

Instead of answering, Gric turned around and called for Sophie.

His daughter, who can use holy power.

And then, one by one, the women of the village began to approach me stealthily.

Tilting my head, Sophie, with a blush on her face, presented me with a strange item.

“……What is this?”

It was hair.

Black hair, just like mine.

“Th-that’s… a hair extension. There’s a girl with black hair like yours. Ena… I cut her hair to make this.”

“……?”

Why bring that up all of a sudden?

I have no idea what they are suggesting.

“Uh… I know this is very rude, but… y-you are beautiful, my lord. So much so that you could be mistaken for a woman.”

“……?”

“How about disguising as a woman…? We can make you up! With your face, it’s sure to work!”

“……What?”

Are they joking right now?

I felt like I had just been hit hard on the head with a hammer.

Are they seriously suggesting that I, armed with a double-barrel shotgun and chainsaw, should pretend to be a woman?

“The bishop… will definitely not suspect a thing! I’m confident it will work 100%!”

“……”

However, this method really seems to be the most reliable one.

For creating the perfect Crucible, there was no other option but this one.

“……Sigh. I have no choice. Do as you please.”

“…!!”

So, I decided to sacrifice for the greater good.

If I could save as many lives of my subjects as possible with just one cross-dressing, it would be worth the price.

Even if it means a black history will be born.

“So, I will begin!…”

And so the women of the village started to gather around me.

Surrounding me, they began attaching the hair extensions and taking out various cosmetics to decorate my face.

“Hehe… you look so pretty ♥”

“How does your skin look so beautiful!”

The women were chirping away as they beautified my face.

How ironic that I, who will be reborn as the Doom Slayer, am going through this.

……This humiliation will be the first and last time.

***

The next day.

I went to the gathering wearing the hair extensions and just a bit of lipstick.

Following Gric’s advice that simply growing my hair out and applying lipstick would be enough to look like a woman, I kept it simple.

The village women seemed disappointed, but a full makeup was absolutely unacceptable.

Just putting lip color on top of the hair extensions was a huge humiliation for me.

‘This must be the place.’

And so, I arrived at the location where the gathering would take place, following Gric.

It was a vast field where thousands could gather, and at the center of the field stood an altar.

The altar was covered in the language of demons written in human blood, surrounded by the heads of executed individuals.

Moreover, at the center of the altar was a pentagram drawn, and according to Gric, the bishop would conduct rapes over that very pentagram.

The bishop would look around and summon the maiden he would defile to conduct the ceremony.

‘I must tear him apart.’

Knowing such detailed facts made it unbearable to control my rage.

Especially since it’s incomprehensible that a human, not even a demon, would commit such immoral and heinous acts.

Today, in this place, the seed of evil must be eradicated.

“Shout the desire for magic!”

Under the full moon illuminating the altar that night.

Three priests, including Gric, announced the start of the ceremony.

The method of conducting the ceremony involved repeatedly chanting the phrase, “May our souls be offered so that the essence of magic may heed me” in the language of the demons.

““Ka-darutsa- Aknahak- Azukatu…””

Thus, thousands of believers began to chant in the demonic language.

Of course, I wouldn’t utter such disgusting words, so I kept repeating, “Chick- grilled pork belly! Jokbal-burger! Cola! Sushi!”

As the ceremony began to take shape, about ten minutes later, the bishop finally began to emerge from the underground of the altar.

The bishop of this place was an old man with a red mask covering his naked body.

“Kthu- Kehaka! Patuzahat─ Saota-!…”

Then he started chanting some spell in the demonic language.

As he did so, magical energy began to seep from his body, soon covering the entire field.

To induce mass hypnosis.

‘Just as expected.’

However, neither I nor Gric’s followers were affected.

We had taken precautions to ensure we wouldn’t be hypnotized.

-Suuuuuuuuuu…

Thus, the bishop sprinkled that filthy magic energy all around and proceeded to the next ritual.

Finally, it was time for the highlight of the ceremony, ‘The Magic Coitus.’

“Et-Doomkazak! Tehero Phak!”

With that, he started chanting some nonsensical words in the demonic language while scanning his surroundings.

With his groin stiff, his eyes darted around like a predator.

-Swoosh…

Then.

He raised his hand and pointed to the sacrificial victim for this ritual.

And the place his finger was pointing was none other than me.

He chose me as the sacrificial victim for the ritual.

‘Hah, that bastard.’

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

Out of 27 candidates, he picked me.

‘He better pay for this properly.’

Since it has come to this, he needs to bear the cost of choosing me.

With a proper punch.

-Swoosh.

I rose from my spot and started approaching him.