Became a Mechromancer - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51.
Hand It Over (1)
[Super Intelligence has been summoned]
The summon notification for Super Intelligence flickered across my vision before vanishing.
Doo-ho and the two creatures stood dumbfounded, staring at the newly formed empty space.
A box-shaped body in two-tone orange and white.
Four articulated legs extending downward—a mass the size of a tractor.
The number “43” etched on the box’s side was particularly striking.
The front of the box featured an LED display panel instead of a window.
Round pupils rolled about, then blinked—opening and closing with a soft click.
At that sight, Doo-ho snapped back to awareness.
“…What is this thing? Why so massive?”
-That’s a transport unit, sir!
-Just as the iron-headed one says.
“Right, even I can tell… it doesn’t seem to be Super Intelligence?”
The question flickered through my mind—could something other than Super Intelligence be summoned?
Shiiiek… clang!
The transport unit’s side door hissed open.
Bounce.
Something small sprang out.
“???”
-Huh?!
-Wh-what is that?!
Bounce, bounce.
Doo-ho’s eyes widened as he looked down at the floor.
Pale green skin.
Gleaming black eyes.
The robot, adorned with a headset and various equipment, resembled a tree frog—though considerably larger than an ordinary one. Small enough to rest in the palm of Doo-ho’s hand, perhaps?
-Ribbit?
A moment of silence.
Isto’s LED eyes blinked.
-…What is that thing?
Hawkeye muttered lowly, observing it from various angles.
-It resembles biomimetics.
“Bio… what?”
Hawkeye explained to Doo-ho.
-Robots designed to mimic the advantages of living creatures. This one appears to be a recreation of a tree frog itself.
Isto’s LED eyes narrowed into slits as he tossed out his words.
-No need to overthink it. That’s just a frog robot.
Croooooak….
The tree frog puffed out its throat pouch.
-It’s not just a frog, it’s biomimetics, ribbit!
-Yeah, but it’ll still splatter like a frog if you step on it.
Splat!
The indignant tree frog extended its long tongue and slapped it against Isto’s LED, then bounced up to his shoulder with the recoil.
-What, what is this?!
The frog—no, the tree frog—pulled out a megaphone and introduced itself directly to Isto’s head.
-I’m in charge of all transport and supplies. And I handle the collection and loading of mana stones and ore too, ribbit!
-This frog won’t get down?!
Isto reached toward his own shoulder.
But the tree frog, already down on the ground, flapped its webbed hands and activated the transport vessel.
Watching this, Doo-ho marveled.
Wow.
‘It’s surprisingly efficient.’
Thump!
Then the transport vessel’s body vibrated low.
Part of the cargo box opened, revealing its internal structure.
Layered steel plates folded along rails and spread outward on both sides, nearly doubling the interior space.
That alone was remarkable, but several seats rose and unfolded from the floor behind the cockpit.
Doo-ho’s eyes widened.
Oh….
‘So we can ride in it too.’
Just from the thickness of the expanded steel plates, the durability was assured.
In other words.
We can travel safely.
Doo-ho rested his hand on his chin and murmured to himself.
Most importantly.
‘It harvests mana stones for me—that’ll be quite convenient.’
Every time a subjugation ended, extracting mana stones from magical beasts was more labor-intensive than expected.
The tree frog, reading Doo-ho’s pleased expression, added further.
-You won’t need to stain your hands with magical beast blood, sir. Everything obtained from the Abyss can be safely transported to the Garage in my vessel, ribbit!
Doo-ho’s lips curved upward.
This time.
‘I really hit the jackpot!’
He immediately asked a question.
“Can you mine too? What exactly can you extract?”
-Ice crystals and flame stones are basic. As you go deeper into the Abyss, you can mine mithril and adamantium too, ribbit!
‘…Mithril and adamantium?!’
The mithril ore he’d left with Jang Moon-seo at the Workshop came to mind.
To think I could mine such a precious resource myself!
Calculations raced through Doo-ho’s mind at lightning speed.
Besides, I’d grown reluctant to keep selling mana stones.
They were food for those creatures, after all.
‘Now I can sell minerals instead!’
In truth, how could so many hunters operate on Abyss items alone?
The thing was—
Production-class hunters mined minerals from the Abyss, and craftsmen used them to forge weapons and equipment for supply.
Doo-ho smiled contentedly at this new revenue stream.
“We’ll do well from now on….”
Just as fortune seemed to smile upon him—
Isto cut in, drawing an exclamation mark across his LED eyes.
-Doo-ho! I remember now!
Isto rushed forward to stand before him.
The creature’s LED eyes flashed red as he continued.
-Those things were released by mad scientists to destroy the ecosystem! If something goes wrong, they just self-destruct, and they’re even more dangerous than the elongated one!
Iron-headed fool!
-Why do you always slander me like that!!
Hawkeye erupted in protest, while at the mention of self-destruction, the frog-like creature waved his webbed hands dismissively.
-The rumors are wrong! I mine resources with my transport vessel! Croak.
Doo-ho looked down at Isto standing before him.
“Is that so?”
The truth was—
‘This one had better be normal!’
But contrary to Doo-ho’s hopes, madness gleamed in the frog creature’s eyes.
The moment the creature pressed the button on his chest—
Wheeeeeng….
A siren wailed from the transport vessel.
Clang!
The bottom drawer of the transport box slides out like a drawer, revealing rows of stacked flat cylinders inside.
The frog creature spread both arms wide toward Doo-ho and cried out proudly.
-He said so! Croak! Destruction is the beginning of creation!
A moment of silence.
Hawkeye, regaining his senses, cried out.
-Those are mines, sir!
Hiccup.
Doo-ho hiccupped involuntarily. Only then did I understand what the headset around the frog creature’s neck meant.
Good heavens.
‘It was hearing protection!’
-Look there! Those are extremely dangerous!
Whether or not Doo-ho approved, the delighted Contrarian Toad flicked its webbed fingers, and a round object tumbled from the transport vessel’s undercarriage.
Whirrrr—.
With a faint motor hum, spindly legs jutted from its flattened body.
Click! Skitter-skitter.
A mine scuttling across the floor in erratic patterns.
Its shape bore an uncanny resemblance to a horseshoe crab.
…Oddly charming, really.
Doo-ho’s foot drifted forward unconsciously.
Snap!
Isto, startled, seized Doo-ho by the collar and yanked him back.
-What in blazes are you doing?!
“Huh?”
Only then did Doo-ho recognize his own enchantment—that damnable obsession with machines.
This mechanical fixation of mine was going to be the death of me.
Hawkeye tightened her scope and spoke.
Mech Mancer!
-You must deploy your nanobots for defense!
Both of them were trapped inside the Garage, powerless against a single mine with crab legs.
And judging by the cylindrical containers still clinging to the transport vessel’s underside—
-An Abyss Quest would pale in comparison.
At Hawkeye’s words, the Contrarian Toad barked an order at the mine.
-Show them your true power, croak!
Flap-flap-flap!
The mine immediately began clawing at the Garage floor.
Bounce-bounce.
The Contrarian Toad perched atop it, beaming with pride.
-Once it burrows deep like this and anchors itself to a mineral vein, KABOOM!!
Aaaagh! Eek-eek?! Kyiiieeeee!
All three of them flattened against the floor.
Doo-ho hastily layered defensive barriers with his nanobots.
The Contrarian Toad turned to them with a question.
-Isn’t that artistry, croak?
A moment later.
When Doo-ho rose to his feet, his expression was grave.
Croak, croak?!
Doo-ho’s finger hovered just above the unsummon button on his main interface.
Isto saw this and nodded vigorously.
-That bomb-happy little menace needs to be dismissed immediately!
In that instant, the Contrarian Toad waved its hands frantically.
-This isn’t for killing—it’s for mining detonation, croak!
And!
-Without my command, it will never explode. Croak!
Hop, hop.
The tree frog bounced across the mine to prove its point.
Ugh, you little rascal!
“Stop jumping!”
-…!
Only then did the tree frog come to a halt.
Doo-ho exhaled a long sigh.
“…You’re really for mining?”
-Of course. Why would I be pickaxing ore veins all day? Croak?
The tree frog looked pleadingly between Isto and Hawkeye, seeking their approval.
Isto spoke up abruptly.
-Items can be bought with money earned.
Buaaah….
At Isto’s cold words, the tree frog puffed out its chin in displeasure.
-Our job is to gather the materials that make up your bodies. Croak!
Isto made a motion of picking its nose, then flicked away a nonexistent booger.
-We don’t care about some mischievous frog upsetting Doo-ho’s mood.
Glisten, glisten.
The tree frog looked ready to cry.
Doo-ho stared intently at the main window.
One tap on dismiss summon and it would be over.
But.
The tree frog’s usefulness was more valuable than I’d initially thought.
In truth, what made money in the Abyss wasn’t mana stones—it was ores.
Even the production-focused hunters only managed to extract small quantities.
I glanced at the Super Intelligence units one by one.
Isto, striving for world conquest.
Hawkeye, the efficiency fanatic whose goal was robot liberation.
‘…What harm could adding one more bomb enthusiast do?’
In the end, Doo-ho closed the main window.
-D, Doo-ho sir??
Shrugging his shoulders, Doo-ho looked down at the tree frog and asked.
“Do you have a name you’d like?”
-You’re not dismissing me? Croak?
“Want me to?”
-No! I don’t want to go back. Croak!
“Then tell me your name.”
-Something bold like ‘Boom’ sounds good. Croak!
Doo-ho nodded slowly, his smile carrying an enigmatic quality.
“Living long enough, you grow into your name.”
So not fiery, but radiant instead….
“Spring.”
[Super Intelligence’s name is registered as ‘Spring’]
-Not Boom, but… Spring??
Isto spoke to the bewildered Spring.
-Young mischief-makers always frolic in spring, you know. Hehehehe~
Hawkeye added while lowering his scope.
-Hey, Spring. When Mechromancer became S-rank, it was I, Hawkeye, who changed the name.
So accept your destiny.
With the acquisition of his third Super Intelligence, Spring, Doo-ho stretched languidly.
Me, with terrible gacha luck….
‘At least I didn’t pull a killing machine.’
I was genuinely optimistic.
* * *
Doo-ho arrived at work refreshed, only to be struck by sudden calamity.
Whirrrr, beeeep—!
The Reboot Center had become an emergency clinic for androids.
Workbenches were littered with gaping frames, and steel limbs rolled across the floor.
Component boxes were stacked on every cart, and the Hunter Management Bureau’s partner engineers were drenched in oil and sweat.
Each time a repaired unit was loaded onto the transport team, the number on the holographic queue changed.
But….
that number showed no sign of decreasing.
“Bring in the next one!”
“Cut the core cleaning here! The frame goes over there!”
In the midst of it all, Lim Doo-ho was directing operations.
“Sir, the ’67 model has different core wiring. Force it and the power surge will burn it out.”
“Huh? Ah… yes!”
“Chief Lim Doo-ho. This one’s discontinued, so the parts….”
“Should be on the third shelf over there, bottom row.”
The engineer hesitated as he retrieved the circuit board from the location Doo-ho indicated.
“This board is different? There’s no model number on it.”
“I assembled that myself from circuit boards I’ve collected whenever discontinued units were scrapped and disposed of.”
The engineer, startled by Doo-ho’s casual explanation, magnified the board through his smart glasses and whistled in amazement.
Unbelievable….
“You’ve compensated for the chronic capacitor capacity problem this unit had?”
“Yes. Thanks to that, it can handle high-power loads quite well now.”
“…!”
It wasn’t merely knowledge he possessed.
Doo-ho had already identified the defects in each model using his own methods.
The engineers felt a chill run down their spines.
‘Why is someone this extraordinary stuck in the Hunter Management Bureau?’
But the truly astounding spectacle was unfolding before their eyes at this very moment.
Lim Doo-ho was simultaneously repairing six Androids—yet he was only directly touching one, while the remaining five required no tools whatsoever, creating an utterly bizarre sight.
A wrench slipped from the trembling hand of one dumbfounded engineer.
Why had they signed that confidentiality agreement when entering this place….
‘Could they all be dreaming together right now?’
And with good reason—whenever the air around the Androids that Doo-ho wasn’t directly touching rippled….
Clatter, whirrr—.
Screws scattered across the floor shot upward into the air as if drawn by a magnet. Without a screwdriver, bolts tightened themselves, and cables that had been hopelessly tangled writhed like living blood vessels, finding their proper places.
With each tremor of the air, billions of nanobots orchestrated a metallic symphony.
To those watching, it seemed as though Doo-ho was breathing life into dead metal itself.
And moments later.
Doo-ho, having retrieved his nanobots, murmured softly.
“…Awaken.”
In that instant, blue light poured forth simultaneously from the optical sensors of all six Androids.
Whirrrrr—!
The Androids rose in unison, their upper bodies lifting without a single error, their motor sounds smoother than those of units fresh from the factory.
“…!”
In their eyes, Lim Doo-ho was a sorcerer who breathed life into machines.
One engineer gazing at his retreating figure murmured.
“…Should we call him a Mechromancer?”
He Had Become a Mechromancer
Author |
Gungang E
Published |
February 25, 2026
Publisher |
Talesyx
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