Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 749 - 430: To Treat or to Repair?_3

Chapter 749 -430: To Treat or to Repair?_3

Rather, they were more curious about the prosthetic limbs on their bodies. As he spoke, the Palm Dragon and the Master Alchemist already started the discussion.

“The defects in the adults are not lethal, but that child has a lethal defect. If it’s not treated, he’ll hardly survive into adulthood,” Negris whispered.

They saw a hole in the boy’s chest, replaced by a mechanical structure made of metal, with signs of blood circulating indistinctly visible.

“Congenital heart disease? His heart seems to be underdeveloped. He must rely on the mechanical structure to circulate the blood, but as he ages, he needs to replace the mechanical parts from time to time. In the process, the slightest mishap could kill him,” Durken murmured in response.

“So, is it not that the defects in these adults are not lethal, but those with lethal defects do not live long?” Negris said.

“I suppose so. Although the technology is rather crude, the thought is good. Replacing bodily defects with mechanical structures, at least those non-lethal defects, will not affect their quality of life. You see, when they were fleeing, they didn’t seem handicapped at all,” Durken nodded approvingly.

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Applying Mechanical Art in this way was something he had never conceived of. As for zombies and skeletons, they simply replaced what was damaged. Why would they need the Mechanical Art? A carpenter could do the job.

“It seems like they’re using the technology of the Witch’s Life Box, but it doesn’t integrate well with the flesh. The material isn’t good, it causes an immune response against the flesh. If it could grow with the flesh, then as they age, the flesh would stretch and grow with it, and there would be no need for regular replacements,” Negris said.

Durken’s eyes lit up and he suddenly said: “You’ve always been complaining about your body not growing, right? I have a good solution.”

“What solution?” Negris’s eyes lit up.

Meanwhile, Leite had finished talking about the Doralite Clan and was feeling nervous. He thought the clan’s experience would arouse sympathy, but from the looks on everyone’s faces, curiousity was more prevalent than sympathy. This wasn’t a good sign.

Not a shred of sympathy? Were all these people evil?

Just then, Durken walked over, raised his Gold-touch Stick, and gently touched Leite’s split forearm.

All the rivets on the shell fell off, and the shell fully opened.

Another touch and a buzzing sound was heard. The dirt and sand on the gears inside seemed to be melted or shattered, turning into liquid and flowing out. The inner structure quickly became clean.

Leite was also an Alchemist, and he knew his stuff. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “Sound Cleansing Spell?”

Durken took out a small piece of graphite. With a touch of the Gold-touch Stick, the graphite melted into a liquid like magic.

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Durken dabbed and picked, and the droplets of graphite liquid wafted onto the gears and rods of the mechanical arm, melting onto them.

“Hiss—Lubrication Gilding Spell? This, this is too extravagant, sir. My crappy arm doesn’t need such a high-class method, it’s a waste,” Leite slightly trembled as he spoke.

Durken responded nonchalantly: “It doesn’t matter. The cheaper materials are more of a hassle to find.”

What were the cheaper solutions? Applying lubricating oil. For Durken, finding lubricating oil was more troublesome.

Durken closed the shell, a swipe of his fingers over the joint, and the arm shell that was originally riveted together was now seamlessly joined.

“Seamless Joint Spell…” Leite murmured painfully.

It felt like seeing a toilet made entirely of pure gold; his heart was bleeding. It was as if one didn’t need to be so high-class while defecating. Using these techniques on his mechanical arm was simply a waste.

After demonstrating his abilities, Durken asked: “What is the boy’s name? His mechanical heart…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the boy suddenly turned pale, his lips quickly turned purple, his limbs turned blue-purple, and he collapsed on the ground.

Durken happened to be saying that the mechanical heart was prone to breaking. He didn’t expect it to break right on the spot.

Leite and the other women were in a panic, rushing over. But they were not equipped with materials or tools during their escape. Leite could only helplessly turn his eyes towards Durken.

Durken calmly said: “The mechanical heart is only broken. A small matter. But do you guys want to replace it or cure his original heart disease?”

“What? Cure it? It’s a congenital heart disease, can it be cured?” Leite wondered if he had heard wrong.