I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 105 Meeting the God

The craftsman's memory fragments naturally contain content related to tentacles, but seeing them in person is actually a first for him.

To be more precise, the tentacles Murphy saw were not biological tentacles in the true sense, but rather a kind of machine used by the craftsmen.

It is usually placed in the center of an area to assist staff in handling various matters.

This thing should be collectively referred to as the Tentacle Mechanical Network.

However, such things seemed to be commonplace in the craftsmen's memories, so they hadn't researched them much.

Actually, it's not just this tentacle.

Perhaps it was because this craftsman was truly exceptionally intelligent; in his fragmented memories, 99% of the time was spent studying those profound and mysterious things.

The fields of research they participate in are also some mysterious and unbelievable things.

The relevant basic knowledge only constituted a small part of his memory fragments.

Therefore, other people's learning is from the bottom up, like building a pyramid, building it up little by little.

Murphy, on the other hand, picked things up from top to bottom.

Look for a rope, pull it up, and see what's tied to it.

So it naturally saw this tentacle and remembered those complex networks of tentacles.

In addition, it recalled a small memory of the craftsman's connection with TouchNet.

Around a few years into the craftsman's life, this craftsman seemed to have entered a period of career advancement.

I was involved in a particularly large project, which included a massive, almost ridiculously large, network of tentacled machines.

Its tentacles can even roll up a small mountain at will.

Moreover, its design is extremely ingenious, and it can even freely replace different tentacle types and modules.

Although the craftsman had no experience with similar engineering machinery, his colleague seemed to be an expert in the field and even took the craftsman to visit related facilities. Murphy's memory of that time was somewhat hazy.

But Murphy remembered a very crucial passage in it.

"Is this thing similar in structure to a stone golem?" the craftsman asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it's just a little more complicated," the colleague said.

It was this memory that made Murphy set his sights on the tentacles.

The Tentacle Mechanical Network was arguably one of the most commonly used engineering tools during the era of craftsmen.

Even if Murphy doesn't consider its own evolution, it would be entirely beneficial for it to design similar engineering devices.

Moreover, if we wait until the dam is inspected, it is determined that it needs renovation and permission is obtained, then relying solely on the spider system might be sufficient for data collection, but construction will be severely hampered.

Therefore, if this is taken into consideration, this machine is indispensable.

Murphy picked up the tentacle and weighed it in his hand; it was heavier than he had expected.

It doesn't seem to be entirely software; I just don't know what the specific structure inside is like. I can try dissecting it later.

Murphy nodded in satisfaction, looked at the divine messenger beside him, and asked.

What do you want?

The divine messenger's eyes twitched slightly. Observing the stone man's behavior and manner of introduction, it felt that he was somewhat like a traditional craftsman.

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

This type of character is unlikely to be swayed by superficial flattery.

It originally intended to simply offer a favor, but considering the other party's personality, it estimated they would refuse.

So he looked around and realized that his spot might be a bit too bright, so he casually made a request.

"These tentacles aren't worth much to me, so it wouldn't be a big deal if I gave them away for free."

But if you wish to offer payment—I recall you introduced yourself as a craftsman, could you please sculpt a statue of my great Lord? It doesn't need to be large, just the simplest one will suffice.

Murphy nodded and readily agreed, then asked.

"What is your Lord like?"

"Look directly into my eyes, and you will see the figure of my Lord."

The messenger even pointed to the largest eye on the top of his head, gesturing for Murphy to look over.

Murphy did as he was told, and the light fell on the eyeball.

But after staring for a long time, I still couldn't see my lord's appearance as the messenger had said.

"There's nothing there," Murphy shook his head and reminded her.

"Don't you feel like someone is talking to you?"

The divine messenger was immediately surprised.

The stone man can communicate with me, so he obviously has telepathic abilities. Theoretically speaking, my actions should be correct.

"Is there something alive inside the eyeball?"

Murphy looked the messenger up and down, then made a guess.

"The consciousness of the Lord will be in it."

Even the messenger didn't know how to answer Murphy's question. After thinking for a long time, he could only give a dry reply.

Murphy nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the eyeball again.

The surrounding scene suddenly went dark, almost pitch black, until a moment later when it was faintly lit again.

Then a pale white sphere appeared before Murphy.

Besides that, there was nothing else; it was as bland as water. Not to mention any so-called divine power, not even a trace of the aura of an ancient and sacred object was revealed.

It looked like it really was just an ordinary sphere.

But when Murphy looked closely, he suddenly realized that the ball looked just like the sun in the sky.

Does it really look alike?

Murphy stared at it again, feeling as if the sphere was the sun plucked from the sky. No matter what method or perspective it was taken from, it seemed no different from the sun he saw in reality.

Is the tentacle monster's god the sun?

Murphy couldn't help but feel puzzled, and he took a few more steps closer to the sun.

However, after taking two steps, it discovered that the distance between itself and the ball of light had not changed at all.

Murphy stopped in his tracks, unsure whether the sun in the distance was moving or whether his position hadn't changed at all.

After thinking for a while, it peeled a small piece of stone off its body, placed it on the ground, and started walking forward again.

It is indeed getting further and further away from that rock, but its distance from the sun remains unchanged.

Murphy stopped again, picked up another stone from the ground, and threw it violently at the sun.

The force was controlled with extreme precision, and the stone shard landed exactly in the sunlight.

I continued walking forward.

Then, the thing that puzzled Murphy the most happened.

It got closer and closer to the stone, which was still under the sun.

However, its distance from the sun remains unchanged.

Yes, it is indeed that bizarre and incomprehensible.

The stone was clearly under the sun, and Murphy was clearly approaching it, yet its distance from the sun remained constant.

Murphy: o—0

Its brain was blank for a long time before it came to its senses.

Could this scenario, which completely defies reality and biological imagination, involve matters at the level of rules?

The second, third, and fourth layers all exist and operate based on the rules of the first layer.

Therefore, if the rules of the first layer change, then the rules of the second and third layers will naturally be different as well.

Murphy, whose thinking is stuck in the rules of reality, naturally cannot understand what is happening in this world where the rules are somewhat different from reality.

It suddenly felt a slight itch on its head —

Just as Murphy was pondering what was going on, the Tinker's Hammer unusually sent him a notification.

[Detection of involvement with the rule layer, highly likely to cause mental instability — mental state detection in progress.]

【? 】

The stone figure lacks spirit and cannot be detected.

Murphy: ?

Why does it feel like this thing is insulting itself?

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