I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

Rhodes did not bring Professor Isaac along, nor did he inform Sieg.

He walked alone through the resealed gap in the rock wall.

As you step into the high-gravity zone, the air becomes thick and heavy.

If it were the previous Rhodes, he would have had to activate [Stone Skin] and mobilize all his muscles to barely resist this pressure.

But now, the [Gravity Rock Ray] gene in his body is being passively activated.

His bones emitted a slight hum, and his internal organs were covered with an invisible biomagnetic field.

The force of twice the gravity that had initially tried to pin him to the ground was deflected and neutralized upon contact with the magnetic field.

Rod's steps were light, as if he were walking on flat ground.

Carrying the alchemical lamp, he walked through the black rocks suspended in mid-air and headed straight for the dormant geothermal plant.

The massive gray sphere core still stands silently in the center of the platform, the light spots in the grooves on its surface even dimmer than when I last visited, as if they might go out completely at any moment.

Rod walked to the control panel and hung the windproof lamp on the metal bracket next to it.

He took out the black chip he had stolen earlier from his pocket; it was the physical authorizer for this core.

At the same time, he took out Mortimer's manuscript, spread it out on the dusty table, and weighed down the corners with a few pebbles.

"The first step in spiritual surgery is to create a relatively closed spiritual environment."

Rod muttered to himself as he took out a bottle of mercury and a box of bone meal from his pouch.

He drew a small alchemical array around the black chip on the metal surface of the control panel.

This array is not used for attack or defense, but rather to isolate external magical interference and amplify the caster's mental perception.

After doing all this, Rhodes took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The mental power of the newly promoted advanced apprentice became exceptionally active and penetrating under the blessing of the [Ancient Siren] gene.

Instead of using a conventional spell model, he activated the sac deep in his throat.

"Buzz~~"

A very low-frequency sound wave came from his mouth.

This is not an aggressive [sonic intimidation], but a variant application of [Siren's Song], a mental frequency synchronization.

The sound waves struck the alchemical array, creating ripples invisible to the naked eye.

Rhodes opened his eyes, and in his spiritual vision, the once lifeless black chip had changed.

It was no longer a cold, lifeless object; countless intricate, luminous threads emerged from its interior.

These threads form a tight logical lock, and at the core of the lock, there is a dark red spot of light.

That was the biomarker left by the previous owner, or even the owner of this factory thousands of years ago.

"Found it."

Rod took the white crystal scalpel out of his toolbox.

Instead of cutting the wafer directly, he hovered the blade tip three centimeters above it.

According to Mortimer's manuscript, he began to control his mental power, extending it along the tip of the crystal knife, transforming it into an invisible mental scalpel.

"Stripping".

Rod's wrist moved with remarkable stability.

An invisible blade cuts into the energy circuit inside the chip.

He carefully avoided the basic logic lines that kept the chip running, and precisely targeted the dark red spot of light.

This is a delicate task.

If the wrong circuit is cut, the chip will be rendered unusable, and the control core will be completely locked.

Sweat trickled down Rod's forehead, dripping onto the metal tabletop with a soft sound.

The dark red spot of light trembled violently upon contact with the spiritual blade, attempting to retaliate and unleashing an ancient and majestic surge of will.

If it were an ordinary apprentice, their mental sea would probably have been overwhelmed by this will by now.

However, the bones of the Abyss Dragon within Rhodes' body trembled slightly, and the dragon's might resistance instantly negated this mental impact.

At the same time, the frequency of the [Song of the Siren] suddenly increased, like a large net, suppressing that restless will.

"Get out."

Rhodes let out a low shout, and his mental power suddenly erupted.

The scalpel was flicked upwards.

The dark red spot of light was forcibly removed from the chip, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into the air.

The logic lock inside the chip instantly released, and the glowing threads dimmed, leaving it in a standby state without a master.

Rod did not stop.

He immediately bit his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the chip.

At the same time, he forcefully imprinted his mental energy into it.

"Rewrite."

As blood seeped into the chip, the dark red spot of light was quickly replaced by a pale blue glow.

Those are Rhodes's biological characteristics and mental frequency.

The tiny runes on the surface of the chip flickered briefly before returning to stillness.

The surgery was successful.

Rhodes let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his face.

He picked up the chip whose name had been changed, and his fingers could clearly feel a sense of intimacy, as if connected by blood.

"Next, it's time to verify the results."

He inserted the chip into the empty slot in the center of the console.

"Click".

A crisp mechanical meshing sound rang out.

The control panel, which had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly lit up with a row of green indicator lights.

Immediately afterwards, the core of the huge gray sphere emitted a muffled roar.

"Buzz~~"

The grooves on the surface of the sphere no longer flickered faintly, but instead lit up with a steady white light.

Countless data streams flowed into the console through the pipes, eventually converging on the black stone slab in front of Rhodes.

The previously blurry markings, now filled with magic, have revealed clear Universal Language characters.

System self-check complete.

[Master control privileges confirmed: highest level]

Current energy reserves: 3.4% (extremely low)

[Construct Legion Status: Dormant]

Rhodes' fingers flew across the console, bringing up a detailed list of the legions.

The text on the black stone slab scrolled rapidly.

Granite Golem (Mass Production Type): 482 units. Condition: In good working order.

Obsidian Guardians (Elite): 36 units. Status: In good working order.

[Rune Colossus (Siege Type): 4 units. Status: Power circuit broken, requires repair.]

Looking at these numbers, Rhodes' breathing became heavier.

More than 500 units.

This is not just a pile of stones; it is a tireless, fearless army with four-ring defenses.

Even if there were only those four hundred-odd mass-produced granite golems, once they were all awakened and rushed onto the ground, they would be enough to flatten the entire city wall of the capital within half a day.

But this is not all.

Rod's finger slid to the very bottom of the list.

There was a line of red text listed separately.

Special Unit: Titan Prototype (Codename: Earth's Fury)

Status: Sealed

Location: Lower core level, independent hangar

[Awakening conditions: Energy reserves must reach 50% or more, and an independent high-level soul seed must be implanted.]

"The Titan prototype..."

Rhodes's gaze was fixed on those words.

He had seen snippets about this thing in Professor Isaac's rubbings; it was the ultimate weapon that mortal dynasties used to challenge the gods.

I never imagined it actually existed, and right here right under my feet.

Rhodes attempted to retrieve more data about the Titan prototype, but the console emitted a piercing alarm.

[Warning: Low energy. Unable to access deep database.]

Rhodes glanced at the energy reading, which was only 3.4%.

This amount of energy is only enough to maintain the core's standby and the operation of the control system.

A massive energy injection is required to awaken even a single granite golem.

"The earth's energy has been cut off. Regular magic stones are simply not enough to recharge this behemoth."

Rhodes took the lead box out of his pocket, opened the lid, and glanced at the still partially intact and transparent [Ancient Kraken Heart] inside.

Although the heart has been purified and absorbed, it still contains enormous energy.

If you use it as an external power source, connect it to the core's power supply interface...

Rhodes quickly did some mental calculations.

"It can probably increase the energy reserves by about 15%. That's enough to wake up a squad of fifty granite golems, or... barely enough to activate those obsidian guards."

If the Legion is awakened now, the massive energy fluctuations will be immediately detected by the Royal Mages and the Iron Duke on the ground.

Although he has gained control, he does not yet possess the strength to confront the entire kingdom.

This legion is his trump card, and he must use it at the most crucial moment.

Rod closed the lead box and locked it again.

He typed a series of commands into the console.

[Command confirmed: Maintain minimum power consumption standby.]

[Command confirmed: Disable auto-response functionality for all external physical interfaces.]

[Command confirmed: Set a secondary biometric key. Any attempt to forcibly access the site, except by the person with the highest privileges, will trigger a self-destruct mechanism.]

As the command was input, the light on the surface of the sphere dimmed again, returning it to its previous lifeless state.

But Rod knew that it was no longer ownerless scrap metal.

He could awaken this sleeping army of rocks at any time using that chip, if he so desired.

Rod pulled out the chip and carefully put it away.

He looked around to make sure there were no traces of spellcasting or remnants of alchemical materials left behind, then picked up the windproof lantern.

"The first step is complete."

Rod turned and headed towards the exit.

"Next, we need to deal with that so-called 'honorary scholar' title."

He needs to use this identity to acquire more resources, especially high-level soul crystals and energy cores.

Although Mortimer is dead, the mess he left behind, as well as his unfinished research on the soul, is a gold mine waiting to be mined by Rhodes.

In particular, the "Independent High-Level Soul Seed" required by the Titan prototype.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Rod's mouth.

Perhaps he could find suitable materials in the royal treasury or in those ancient wizarding families.

Pushing open the iron door to the basement, Rhodes returned to the laboratory, which reeked of medicine.

Professor Isaac was asleep, snoring softly.

Without disturbing him, Rhodes walked to the lab bench and picked up a newly produced silencing agent.

The pale blue liquid swayed under the light.

"The medal awarding ceremony is tomorrow."

Rhodes stared at the potion, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Then let's prepare a special gift of thanks for His Majesty."