The knowledge flowed into my mind like a Tidal wave of instructions, a sword of the highest caliber, made with a Damascus made of gold and a specially synthesized bleu metal that looked like lapis lazuli. The Damascus was primarily bleu with flowing lines of gold layered in and was shaped into a long and slender strait sword, the bleu metal was made with my material creation skill and was made to be about two times denser than gold, this in turn made it much more resistive to heat, and it was also a noble metal which made it resistant to corrosion and oxidation.
The magics that I endued onto the sword would be Shield for strength and durability, then fire magic to make the blade insanely hot to burn through my enemies and the last magic would be wind magic which would make a high-pressure jet of air circle the edge of the blade like the chain on a chainsaw, this combination would ensure it cuts through everything.
At this moment it had only been 38 hours since I gave the AI the order to design a weapon for me and it’s already done, and my god does it look impressive, a sleek design with an awe-inspiring color pallet which makes it look like a sword a king of kings would use, also its weight is impressive for its size and shape, I mean it’s about 15 meters long but still it doesn’t look like it would weigh as much as it does, still with these metal muscles and joints of steel I would still be able to swing it with some speed. Now then let’s acutely create it, focusing on the instructions I created the materials needed for the sword then o molded them into shape like you would clay only way more precise due to the dexterity of my new body, then using even precise movements I made the edge extremely sharp. A little bit of magic imbuement later and the sword was done.
Harder than diamond, heavier than gold and sharper than any sword created before this point, the boulder I swung it towards to test its durability was split in two, and this was without activating the symbols that were on the hilt of the weapon.
And then as I slit the blade into its scabbard located on my back, Libby notified me *New skill: sword creation (user can create any sword they see provided they have the required materials) *
I guess I can now create duplicates of my sword if I lost it or If I met anyone as big as me, I that will probably come in handy one day, but most likely not anytime soon. Well now that I have this sword, I should probably name it something!
Hmmmmmm... what about something in an ancient tongue? Custodes sounds good, yes Custodes it is!!! Using custodes, all who threaten humanity will be destroyed.
With this statement I resumed my march in search of another settlement of humans to protect. And as the morning of my third day since leaving the first village started, I saw a large city in a plain at the foot of the mountain I was standing on. But then I remembered a problem, I don’t know the language and I don’t want to go through that whole “learning one word at a time” thing again so I have a different idea, instead of me deciphering the entire language I'm going to make another AI to do it for me one that listens and analyses every sentence, this way learning new languages will be easy and maybe the ai can decipher other patterns as well when it has deciphered something it will also be placed in my memory so I can understand speech immediately.
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While we’re on the topic of problems with conversations, I should practice my volume, so I don’t scare the entire town to death. So just to be sure I created the AI which immediately went to work on the conversations I had during my time in the first village while I tried to limit the sound of my voice to something closer to normal so I wouldn’t scare the entire town, and then after about an hour I started approaching the city which now had a sizable army standing In front of the gate by now.
“I guess they noticed me coming down the mountain” I thought as I approached the soldiers in the most non-threatening way I could. Next to the group of what looked like soldiers was a less organized group of people wearing different armors and some were not even wearing any, utilizing nothing but some normal clothes or robes.
As I took a closer look at this unorganized group, I noticed that they weren’t all human, a few were quite small, but they didn’t look like people with growth defects, I think they are dwarfs, like the master smiths and crafters from fantasy stories, and a world with dwarves probably also has... yep, one of the people I presume are mages because they don’t carry a weapon other than an expensive staff embedded with jewels had pointy ears.
“So, this world has dwarves and elves” I thought to myself as I stopped walking about 50 meters from the soldiers because they readied their weapons for an attack. One of the more well-dressed soldiers (a leader probably) spoke to the soldiers behind him,
“Stand firm men, we will kill this Nomed and protect our families” he said reassuringly, even from this distance I could hear his voice quite clearly, and the translations done by my AI were better than anything I could have dreamed of.
“Do not fear, for I am a friend.” I spoke to make them understand I wasn’t a threat.
This seemed to shock them as they probably didn’t expect me to tell them I was friendly let alone speak. But as they processed what had just happened the first one to speak up was one of the dwarves.
“What are you?” he asked loudly as I hadn't resumed my approach yet.
“I am an automaton.” I responded as I started walking toward them.
“HALT Monster, first tell us what you are doing here.” the well-dressed soldier demanded in a commanding voice.
“I came here to slay the beasts named Nomads that terrorize this great plain.” I spoke
This answer seemed to relive some of the pressure in the conversation, so I again resumed my approach, and then when I was just 10 meters away from the now less organized group of soldiers I sat down in the crossed-legged position In front of them.
“Why are you here to slay Nomeds” asked the dwarf from before while extensively eyeing my metal body, inspecting every inch and making me feel a little uncomfortable as I did not have any clothes to speak of.
So presumably understanding my predicament the (armorer) AI created the plan for a hooded brown tinted cloak which I immediately went to create and put on. But when I activated my magic, the elven magician, I had seen noticed the activation and alerted everyone to attack, and then a second later everyone sprang into action jumping at me with weapons drawn. Time was slow, my robotic brain processed information at a different speed, so the moment they drew their swords I noticed my mistake. A split-second later I had jumped away with insane speed, too fast for them to notice, which made it look to some of the slower ones like I had teleported.
“Excuse me for the scare, I was just creating a piece of clothing as I thought it to be more appropriate” I said as I quickly put on the cloak I had just made.
This time my explanation didn’t seem to calm them down, and it in fact seemed to worsen the situation, as now everyone was on guard and the mages started flowing their magic into their wands.
“Keep your eyes on him, he’s a fast one” said the well-dressed soldier to the group as they all took a fighting stance, ready to attack or defend.