Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

Chapter 95

　　The time of artificial life creation lasted a whole day and night.

　　During this period, the sound in the nutrition cabin kept ringing and turning.

　　And it was this constantly ringing voice that made Mordred's awe of life so clean.

　　Speaking of which, before this, Mordred had always felt that the birth of life was a rather sacred process.

　　However, the perfect artificial life nurturing capsule in front of him proved to him in an unreasonable way that even a genius could be mass-produced.

　　Even, in such a simple way, large-scale mass production.

　　"Who actually made this thing?"

　　Looking at the constantly running machine in front of him, Mordred still couldn't hold back his curiosity.

　　But the system's answer made him take a deep breath.

　　"A fourth-level biological civilization."

　　There are seven levels of planetary civilization, but it is rare to reach level two.

　　For example, the planet Mordred stayed on before he crossed, and in the system evaluation, he just touched the second-level threshold.

　　Another example is the planet at the foot of Modrid—because of the existence of inhibitory power, its level is higher, and it has reached the middle stage of the second level.

　　But it is precisely because of the existence of restraint that it greatly reduces the upper limit of civilization on this planet.

　　The third-level civilization is already the limit of this planet.

　　And Mordred was even more curious.

　　"That fourth-level civilization...is it the fourth-level civilization achieved through this perfect artificial life manufacturing cabin?"

　　This is a question, but Mordred's words are quite certain.

　　Because he has confidence, it must be like this.

　　History is the history of mankind - but the course of history is driven by a few geniuses, or little people with great opportunities.

　　Therefore, Mordred has reason to suspect that the fourth-level civilization must have created a large number of outstanding talents by forcibly raising the life advantage of its own race, thus promoting the development of their civilization at an almost outrageous speed.

　　The system's answer also confirmed Mordred's guess.

　　"Yes."

　　"So how are they doing now?"

　　Mordred continued to ask.

　　But this time, the system gave him an unexpected, but reasonable answer:

　　"Dead."

　　"Dead?"

　　"Yes."

　　"why?"

　　"Perfect artificial life manufacturing capsule."

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　　"..."

　　This is indeed a somewhat cruel answer.

　　But if you think about it carefully, probably only this answer is the correct destination for that civilization:

　　"Since they used this almost tricky method to speed up the process of their civilization."

　　"Then, you have to take the risk brought by this [tricky]."

　　"And yet, this risk is unsolvable."

　　Looking at the nutrition cabin, the girl Morgan, who was staring at her body, exuded a crystal clear light all over her body.Mordred thought of many things in his mind.

　　That civilization, through this tricky method, brought its development to the peak, and because of this, it fell into hell.

　　And now, isn't he also trying to use tricks to revive Camelot and Britain?

　　"Be down-to-earth and take advantage of your skills."

　　The matter of the fourth-level civilization sounded the alarm for Mordred.

　　But, then again—

　　"Then what should we do?"

　　Mordred scratched his hair in distress, and for a while, he couldn't think of a reason at all.

　　But, forget it-

　　"It's better to discuss it with cc after you go back."

　　Mordred still trusts the witch's brain very much.

　　Anyway, definitely stronger than him.

　　……

　　The third day, early morning.

　　With the sun jumping out of the horizon, the cultivating cabin, which had been ringing for a day and a night, finally stopped roaring.

　　And in the next instant.

　　Along with the hatch that gradually opened, a large amount of white aura emerged from the nutrition cabin.

　　Directly make the area around here foggy.

　　In the confused fog, Mordred tried to stretch out his hand, wanting to see what the "reborn" mother looked like.

　　however--

　　"Don't come here!"

　　A stern voice that seemed to be angry and angry suddenly came from the cabin, making Mordred subconsciously stop his progress.

　　Then, in the next instant.Mordred saw as if something flew out of the nutrition warehouse, rolled the smoke, and flew past the stone hut in the middle of the lake.

　　It is a beautiful white swan.

　　It's just that it's a little different from the white swan I've seen before.

　　Modrid always felt that this white swan... seems to be a little fatter than the original one?

　　……

　　After a moment.

　　The girl Morgan, who had changed into a new dress, trotted all the way to Mordred.

　　"Well, it always feels a little strange..."

　　She felt this new body, but there was a rather suspicious expression on her face.

　　"Is this really me?"

　　Standing on the lake, she turned left and right, looking at her new appearance.

　　The sudden extra weight, as well as the strength and agility that Mordred forcibly pulled up, forced her to re-adapt to this body.

　　It takes a while to do this.

　　Faced with this question, Mordred nodded without hesitation.

　　"Yes, mother."

　　"This is the final form of our Pandoragon women."

　　"It's also the most perfect form."

　　"As expected of her mother, she did such a difficult thing with ease."

　　Mordred replied without hesitation, and slapped an obvious rainbow fart.

　　But the girl Morgan was very useful.

　　"Okay, let's go."

　　After re-adapting to the power of this body, the girl Morgan couldn't wait to hold Mordred's hand, wanting to use the fastest speed to see that lovely sister.

　　And, on the road, she also made a new request to Mordred:

　　"By the way, the mother-in-law is too ugly-I'm not that old yet!"

　　She smiled playfully and announced her new name.

　　"Vivian."

　　"When you're outside, just call me Vivian."

　　Modrid nodded repeatedly.

　　Just a name, no trouble.

　　But, then again—

　　"Have I forgotten something important?"

　　Looking at the gradually disappearing Utopia and the Lake of Fairies, Mordred pondered for a long time, and finally realized what his original purpose was:

　　"Ah, my money!".

Chapter 96

　　Camelot, Chalk City.