I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

After helping Murphy move all the ice crystals into the cabin, Sylph casually asked a question.

"What's this thing used for?"

"experiment."

After Murphy placed a small stone inside the cabin, he began a series of experiments.

Seeing that Murphy was busy, Sylph didn't disturb him anymore. She simply found a place to sit down and quietly watched what strange things Murphy was doing.

……

After about a dozen rounds of trying, Murphy finally figured out the pattern of the ice crystals.

This thing is indeed afraid of fire.

Murphy divided the gel into two groups.

One group has a higher magic concentration, while the other group has a lower concentration.

Based on the properties of the gel.

The higher part will burn, while the lower part will not.

Ice crystals mostly choose places where they won't burn.

Murphy also tested the temperature during combustion using compressed gel.

The flame from burning approximately 150% compressed gel would keep ice crystals completely at bay.

Secondly, Murphy also roughly determined the temperature threshold.

The temperature at which a gel diluted to 80% concentration is ignited is the temperature that ice crystals are interested in.

After Murphy finished the initial measurement, he performed several more detailed measurements and verified the results repeatedly.

After confirming that the data was correct, I organized it all.

When Sylph saw that Murphy had finished the experiment, she swayed over and peeked at what Murphy was writing in his hand.

She was quite curious about what kind of experiment this Mr. Stone Man was referring to.

But upon closer inspection, I was surprised to find that I could understand... the words and numbers!

Of course, it only consists of text and numbers.

She discovered that the language Murphy was writing in was Elvish... or more precisely, Ancient Elvish.

Well, the claim that it's an ancient Elvish language is actually something the elves made up themselves.

To put it bluntly, half-elves can now hold power and be nobles.

This illustrates just how deeply humans of the pre-civilization enslaved the elves.

This ancient Elvish language is actually just a variant of the language of a pre-civilizational human.

However, no one dared to mention it in front of the elves.

Sylph stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't understand what the combination of numbers and words meant.

It feels more like a rune than a rune, and more like a celestial book than a celestial scripture.

Sylph racked her brains for a long time.

In the end, she could only reluctantly admit the fact that Murphy was smarter than her.

He walked away with his hands behind his back, looking annoyed, pretending nothing had happened, and went for a walk in the distance.

After recording the data, Murphy had roughly figured out how to use it.

After allowing the ice crystals to parasitize the spider, place the ice crystals into a device.

This device is one that can autonomously control the concentration of gel and magic.

This device can trick ice crystals into reacting to varying degrees.

Indirectly manipulate the spider to make different reactions.

After having a general idea, Murphy found the spider model that Sri had given him.

First, we fueled it and studied its behavior patterns.

Then they disassembled it and carefully studied its internal structure.

Murphy discovered a vein-like structure on the cave spider, roughly at the junction of its head and back.

That meridian is the key to controlling the spider's movements, and the ice crystals reside in that area to control the spider.

Continue to record what you find in the experiment.

After its main body went to the workshop to start making the device it needed, it also summoned a few clones and went to the water basin to find a small spider that was still fluttering around, as a lucky target, and processed it.

Sylph could not possibly have entered Murphy's workshop without being asked.

But she had long been interested in the little stone man, so naturally she wouldn't miss such an opportunity to interact with him up close.

He approached the little stone figures holding spiders, climbed over to the side, and asked in a low voice.

"What are you doing?"

The little stone people didn't speak, but they looked up at Sylph, pointed at the spider, and then at the small knife that had appeared in their hands at some point.

Then he plunged a knife into the spider's limbs and began to dissect it.

"Well……"

Sylph was immediately splashed in the face with spider silk that was sprayed out of the spider's body due to stress.

Some of the sticky, slippery, snow-white spider silk clung to her high, delicate nose, between her exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and especially to her eyelashes.

A considerable amount of it also got on her smooth, golden hair.

Finally, it slid down a little, drooping onto her crystal-clear, slightly parted pink lips, where the tip of her tongue just happened to be protruding slightly.

I subconsciously licked the milky white, liquid spider silk.

Instantly, Sylph's face changed drastically, her body trembled, and she was about to gag.

But when she realized it, she discovered that the spider silk actually had a faint fragrance...

Sylph's brows relaxed slightly, her expression changing from disgust to thoughtfulness.

He took a towel out of his pocket and wiped all the spider silk off his head and face, then looked at it carefully for a few moments.

Then it sniffed again.

The spider silk gradually lost its stickiness and became more resilient as it stuck together.

Sylph's eyes brightened even more. She reached out and tugged at the spider silk, finding it smooth to the touch and extremely tough.

And it's extremely thin and light!

If you just mix this spider silk with other materials and process it a little, wouldn't it become a fine silk?

Sylph narrowed her eyes slightly, but she did not make a fuss about it.

As he pondered this, he watched as the stone people cleaned up all the spiders and then reassembled them using some unknown material.

"So why did you take it apart and then put it back together?"

Sylph asked, puzzled.

Did they kill these things, dismantle them, and then put them back together?

What is this? A necromancer?

She seemed to remember that it was that group of guys who loved to mess with corpses.

The little stone people shook their heads and pointed to Murphy, who was far away in the workshop.

It means they didn't know either; they were just following the boss's orders.

Sylph could only shrug and wait for Murphy to type the thing out.

But Murphy's efficiency is still high.

Sylph didn't have to wait long before Murphy came out with about a dozen collar-like objects.

Three big ones and seven small ones.

When the little stones saw Murphy come out, they immediately handed over the spider corpses they had prepared to him.

Murphy nodded, then put the collars on the spider corpses one by one, and then placed the spider corpses on the ground.

Sylph looked at the spider corpses with curiosity and confusion on her face.

However, at that moment, Murphy took out a square box with a handle and handed it to her.

"Please use this."

"How do you use this thing?"

Sylph took the remote control in a daze and then looked it up and down.

"There's an antenna on the box. Point it at one of the corpses, then press and hold the top button for 5 seconds, and then use the joystick."

Murphy explained.

Sylph still looked confused and did as instructed.

Until the indicator light on the box turns red.

She had only moved the joystick once.

"Hmm? Why did it move?"

Sylph suddenly noticed that the spider had inexplicably taken a step forward.

She blinked, then tried again.

That's right!

She really was controlling that spider!

That's not right. She's neither a necromancer nor does she use magic.

How is this controlled?

Has that corpse become a spirit?!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Will gazed at the wheelchair in the distance, lost in thought.

He took a step forward, and the wheelchair inexplicably moved back a step as well.

He looked at Roy beside him, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"Has this wheelchair come to life?"