The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　Russell looked at her, his voice gentle but with a strange persuasiveness.

　Clara looked up abruptly, her ruby ​​eyes filled with shock and a hint of incredulous anticipation: "Mr. Russell...you...you're a mechanic? Do you really know how to repair them?"

　"Know a little bit."

　Russell smiled modestly, "Perhaps we can give it a try."

　"That's...that's great!"

　Clara almost jumped up. She grabbed Russell's hand again and said urgently, "After you've seen everyone who's sick, please help Clara and see those sick mechanical family members! Please!"

　“Very well, that is one of the reasons I came here. In my eyes, all sick creatures are the same, regardless of their race.”

　Russell agreed.

　Soon, Clara led Russell to the medical station built with rudimentary materials within the mechanical settlement.

　Russell quickly scanned the area and found that most of the homeless people there suffered from common problems: frostbite, colds, fever, and gastrointestinal discomfort caused by unclean food.

　Several clumsy-looking robots of different models were moving around among them. Although their movements were not particularly agile, they were exceptionally careful in helping to hand out water, wipe patients, and take care of them as much as possible.

　Despite the scarcity of medicine, basic care such as maintaining cleanliness and providing hot water seemed to be achievable. Russell noted that the area was exceptionally well-maintained, indicating considerable effort had been put into its upkeep.

　Russell, as a doctor, naturally took over the work. At first, the robots seemed somewhat wary of Russell, their cold sensors hovering over him.

　But after Clara gave the order in a soft voice, they obediently stepped back and handed over the reins to Russell, taking on the role of assistants and delivering items to him as needed.

　Russell began examining each patient one by one. His hands glowed with a soft, pure pale green light as he gently touched the patients' aches and pains, slowly infusing them with vital energy.

　Soon, the pained and distorted expressions gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of relief and tranquility. One patient after another was amazed to feel their pain subside, and some were even so excited that they wanted to get out of bed to express their gratitude.

　Russell simply waved them off gently, told them to rest well and cherish their health, and then moved on to the next patient.

　The robots observed silently. The cold light in their mechanical eyes seemed to soften slightly, and the sounds of their operation became more active. They assisted Russell more diligently, and their movements in passing items and maintaining order even appeared much smoother.

　Russell looked at the busy little guys and felt a little incredulous.

　They possess basic emotion simulation modules and are by no means simple execution machines, but rather exist in a peculiar state between mechanics and true intelligent machines.

　He had considered that perhaps they could go even further after today. These tin-clad creatures had created a small living space for humanity here and deserved recognition.

　They deserve abundant blessings. From the moment they receive these blessings, they are no longer mere machines; they will become flesh and blood.

　Damaged parts of their own bodies can grow back automatically, and their ability to process emotions will ultimately be no less than that of normal organic life.

　This is the best reward for them.

　Without their daily labor and care, the people of the mechanical settlement would never have been able to maintain their current state.

　In the slums of Panyan Town, he saw many more patients whose illnesses had become serious due to long-term lack of care.

　Here, despite the harsh conditions, the disease is clearly under more effective control.

　All of this is inevitably related to the calculations and arrangements of Schwarz, the robot leader who carried out the preservation command with absolute rationality.

　Russell grew increasingly curious about this peculiar robot—how did he transform from a machine that carried out orders into a guardian with near-human emotions, logic, and ways of thinking on this planet locked down by the cold wave?

　This in itself is a topic that Russell finds interesting. He's also somewhat looking forward to seeing Schwarzkopf later.

　In less than half an hour, all the patients in the clinic who were able to get up stood up with renewed energy, leaving only a few who needed to rest and be observed.

　Clara stood to the side, her mouth agape in astonishment, almost wide enough to fit a bird egg. This ability to heal wounds with bare hands, without relying on any medicine or equipment, seemed almost miraculous to her.

　“Mr. Russell…you, you are truly amazing! This…this is simply…”

　She was so excited she was almost incoherent, "Even more than Sister Natasha..."

　"They didn't have any particularly serious illnesses, so they were relatively easy to treat."

　Russell explained it in a very understated way.

　"No, Mr. Russell, it's not easy!"

　Clara shook her head vigorously, her expression very serious. "In the lower districts, even a fever can be fatal when there's a lack of medical care. So, for everyone, it was you who saved them."

　"Ok."

　Russell stopped arguing and smiled. "Well then, the problem here is temporarily resolved. Clara, why don't you take me to see your mechanical family members who need treatment?"

　"Ok!"

　Clara nodded vigorously, a bright and joyful smile spreading across her face. "Mr. Russell, please come with me!"

　……

　Chapter 109 A Miracle That Requires One Hundred Numbers.

　Clara led Russell through mountains of discarded metal parts to her small repair shop, where she was usually very busy.

　This place is less like a studio and more like a graveyard of machines.

　The wreckage of countless robots was piled up haphazardly, rusty, with exposed wires and dim sensors.

　Their postures were frozen at the moment they finally stopped operating; some had their arms still outstretched in the air, some had broken tracks, and some had huge cracks in their bodies, revealing the complex but silent components inside.

　If these cold, steel creations were replaced with flesh and blood, the sight would be suffocating.

　For Clara, this was undoubtedly a continuous torment. Each family member who couldn't be started was like a life beyond saving, lying there quietly, waiting for a slim chance of recovery.

　“Mr. Russell,”

　Clara's voice was low, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her gaze sweeping over the wreckage, filled with undisguised sorrow.

　“These… are all family members that Clara couldn’t repair. They were damaged too badly, missing the most crucial parts… Clara can only leave them here for now, hoping… hoping that one day she can find the right parts to get them working again.”

　As she spoke, she nodded vigorously, as if to encourage herself.

　"It's alright, Clara."

　Russell's voice was gentle yet firm as he gently placed his hand on the girl's thin shoulder.

　“You’ve done more than anyone else. Now, leave the rest to me.”

　He crouched down, looking directly into Clara's ruby-like eyes.

　"Clara, can you promise me something? Close your eyes and slowly count to one hundred."

　"what?"

　Clara blinked, her little face full of confusion. "Count to one hundred? Mr. Russell, we're not playing hide-and-seek..."

　Russell's lips curled into a mysterious smile: "Because I'm going to give you a miracle. And the moment of the miracle must not be seen by others, otherwise it won't work."

　"This miracle requires exactly one hundred preparations. Clara, can you do it?"

　Although she didn't understand why, Clara had a natural trust in Russell. She nodded vigorously: "Yes! Clara can do it!"

　"Okay, then turn around, close your eyes, cover them tightly, and absolutely do not peek."

　Russell whispered his instructions.

　"Yes, Mr. Russell!"

　Clara obediently turned around, covered her eyes tightly with her little hands, and began to count earnestly in her childish voice, "One...two...three..."

　Behind her, Russell's aura suddenly changed. His previously peaceful aura rippled outwards like water, and intricate golden markings appeared faintly in the air.

　They rotated slowly, emanating an inhuman, vast aura of life. In his emerald eyes, it seemed as if billions of plants were growing and withering in an instant, reflecting the grand trajectory of life's flow in the universe.

　He gazed at the metal mountain built of despair and silence, and slowly raised his right hand. A vast, almost tangible, emerald-green energy gathered in his palm.

　That was not a light of destruction, but a pure power containing the concept of infinite vitality and growth—a great power belonging to a bountiful destiny.

　"...thirty-nine...forty..."

　Clara's earnest counting was the only human sound in this space.

　Russell flicked his wrist, and the dazzling, almost blinding orb of life light silently disappeared into the mountain of scrap iron.

　The next moment, a miracle happened.

　The metal was no longer cold; death was dispelled by life. The pile of silent wreckage seemed to be infused with an invisible spring of life, emitting a low and harmonious hum.

　Visibly, the severed limbs began to regenerate and grow, the rust peeled away to reveal a brand-new metallic luster, the damaged sensors lit up with a gentle light one by one, and the broken circuits were replaced by new energy pathways...

　The abundant power equally favors every mechanical creation, not simply by repairing it, but by prompting it to grow back to its complete form in a way that transcends common sense, even surpassing its original design.

　They are no longer broken instruments, but have been given a strange new life under the great power of fate.

　"...fifty-five...fifty-six..."

　Clara remained true to her promise. She heard a dense, faint metallic scraping sound and a buzzing of energy activation behind her, as if countless lives were awakening.

　She clutched her hands even tighter, her heart filled with surprise and anticipation, thinking it was part of a surprise Russell had prepared. But she couldn't open her eyes yet; she had promised Mr. Russell she would count to one hundred.

　Clara's reborn family members climbed down from the scrap heap in an orderly fashion. Their movements were no longer stiff and rigid, and their electronic eyes shone with a light far more agile and intelligent than before.

　The power of abundance not only repaired them, but also, in a sense, enlightened them, endowing them with thinking and learning abilities close to those of true intelligent machines.

　Even more peculiar is that, after being imbued with the power of abundance, their form of existence has undergone subtle changes, seemingly existing in a wondrous state between organic and inorganic.

　They can convert energy by absorbing various substances, perform self-maintenance and iterative updates of parts, and possess a kind of life characteristic that transcends pure machinery.

　They understood everything that happened with a completely new core of logic, and focused their pure gratitude on that small figure who was still covering his eyes and had devoted countless efforts to them.

　They spontaneously and silently lined up in neat rows, like soldiers awaiting inspection, trying their best to suppress the noise of their operation, wanting to give Clara a perfect surprise.

　"...Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

　Clara finally finished counting, and still tightly covering her eyes, she asked softly, "Mr. Russell, I'm done counting! Can I open my eyes now?"

　"Just one last step, Clara."

　Russell's gentle voice rang out as he walked up to the girl.

　"What other steps are there, Mr. Russell?"

　"Turn around now, but keep your eyes closed."

　Russell gently guided, "I want to give you this final miracle myself."

　Clara turned around as instructed, facing him. Her long white eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness, but she still obediently kept her eyelids tightly closed.

　Russell's fingertips gathered a drop of the purest essence, a rich concentration of the ultimate truth of life, which emitted a soft and warm halo, like a miniature star.

　He extended his finger and very gently placed the radiance on Clara's smooth forehead.

　The essence is instantly absorbed.

　"Well……"

　Clara let out a soft sigh, a mixture of surprise and comfort. An indescribable warmth instantly surged through her body, gently cleansing her limbs and bones.

　This feeling is like soaking in the most comfortable hot spring, with every cell rejoicing and full of unprecedented vitality.

　She could clearly feel a warm and powerful force taking root, sprouting, and growing strong within her.

　“Mr. Russell…this is…”

　She closed her eyes, feeling the changes within herself in disbelief.

　"This is a gift, a gift that is uniquely yours."

　Russell's voice carried a smile and a profound meaning, "To thank you for your continued hard work and kindness. Just wait a little longer, the surprise is coming soon."

　Just then, a complex and exquisite emblem slowly emerged and solidified on the back of Clara's left hand—it was a compassionate physician's mark similar to Natasha's, but with different details in the pattern, faintly revealing the luster of metal and the geometric beauty of machinery.

　Unlike Natasha's abundant power, which tends to heal organic life, the power that Russell tailored for Clara is more focused on understanding, communicating with, and saving inorganic life.

　As the last bit of strength was perfectly integrated into Clara's body, Russell knelt down on one knee again, making himself the same height as the girl.

　He reached out and gently ruffled Clara's soft hair, his voice as soft as a feather: "Alright, Clara. Now, you can open your eyes. Come see the surprise I've prepared for you."

　Clara's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

　What came into her view was Russell's gentle smile, and behind him, a neatly arranged, seemingly endless array of robots.

　Each robot was brand new, its electronic eyes gleaming with a familiar yet novel light, full of intelligence and vitality, gazing at her quietly and attentively.

　She froze, her red eyes wide open, her small mouth slightly agape, as if even her breath had stopped for that moment. A tremendous, indescribable joy and emotion overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

　My family is all back.

　……

　Chapter 110 Returning to the Train.

　Clara stared blankly at her robot family members, who were neatly arranged before her, their eyes sparkling with a familiar yet brand-new light. Overwhelmed with joy, she was speechless for a moment.