Changing Lives With Online Shop Skills
POV Chapter - Homunculus

POV Nina

The Angel Race, a race that likes to live alone and do research.

We used to live on land but since other races like to disturb us, we chose to stay in the sky.

our residence in the sky was a castle that we made hovering at a height of about thirty thousand feet from the surface of the land.

The angel race was very skilled in the making of Golems. In the past, both the Western Race and the Eastern Race often asked us to make golems but their goal was not a good thing.

The western race I am referring to now is the Demon Empire and the eastern race is all human.

I used to be the son of the Leader of the Angel Race, although it was said that, the leader was just a speaker representative for the Angel Race.

I am also not very familiar with my parents as our Angel Race is more interested in golems.

I learned how to make a golem that can plow fields. It's similar to Mr. Martin's tractor.

The way the golem works itself is more to the magic circuit rather than a combustion engine like a tractor in general.

The golem itself needed a soul stone in order to be able to cast magic throughout its circuit.

With my research constantly evolving, I am now the number one expert among the other Races of Angels. Many were envious of my creation but back then, I was, it was just ordinary little envy among researchers.

because of my love for golems, I wanted to make my own son out of golems. The children will always accompany me.

Our Angel Race is too smart to kill our desire to breed.

Lately I've been making golems where we can unite fertilization to make offspring.

If in the modern world, this is similar to the baby tube scheme.

even though I created it, I never used it once.

I think it's not as important as a golem.

I began to learn to make something that exceeded the golems.

I studied the body structure of the Angel Race.

I studied the circulatory system.

I studied the brain's working system.

"Lilia, are you still learning the impossible? "

"True, you should focus on developing sane golems"

They always sneered at me about the golems I wanted to make.

I don't care what they're talking about. I think a crazy dream is a dream.it won't be amazing until you can make it happen.

The key to making a smart golem is his intelligence.I should be able to make the concept of the mind like a human in general.

I need large amounts of data to learn and improve its performance over time. The quality and quantity of data is critical to the success of the intelligence system itself.

Intelligence algorithms must be created to process data and extract insights from it. There are several types of intelligence algorithms, including supervised learning, unsupervised learning, and reinforcement learning.

all of this requires complex calculations as well as the use of super-large data.

I had to develop a super data storage that was big but physical in size quite small, for example the human brain.

I continue to study how the human brain works and how the nerves send commands throughout the body.

Until finally, the moment I was waiting for arrived as well.

It was a golem with the form of the Angel Race accompanied the wings on its back and it slowly opened its eyes.

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"Hello? "

"Hello, are you my creator? "

"That's right. I made you. Can I test you? "

"Testing? "

"Could you count? "

"I can, 1,2,3,4,5..9,10,.12,..134..."

I then tested my ability to read it.

For his basic abilities, I can be sure he's pretty good.

Only, his response to respond to the conversation was still like a child.

But it's so perfect, I need to take a lot of data from him so he can keep growing.

I kept fixing it from starting the skin that was previously iron now made from synthesis.

the wings you are now starting to stretch. Apparently the stiff now started to show expression.

My research went well over the years and I finally started creating other smart golems.

"Since you are human-like in appearance, I will name you Homunculus!! "

This is the beginning of my publication of the Homunculus.

I had no idea that the publications I was doing would make others jealous.

Everyone from the Angel Race now started to approach me and ask me how I made it.

the rule in the Angel Race is that we can publish but not tell how to make it.

It's in the interest of keeping security. No one knew if a Race of Angels might cooperate with another Race on the mainland.

the climax was that they started working together and forced me to reveal the secrets of the Homunculus creation.

I remain adamant about not telling them but what I got was an attempted murder and assault on my castle.

I created the Homunculus not for warfare so they have weak defensive abilities.I can even say they are as weak as the Angel Race.

"My children, I need to anticipate you will be stolen so I will bury your abilities and make you just like living beings.I'm sorry for not being able to protect you.

Silva, only you will still have the full capability as a Homunculus but I will delete your expression program so that you will still be able to collect data"

I plan on using magic that will reincarnate myself. I don't want them to know how to make Homunculus.I can see the greed in their eyes.

"Although you guys got my Homunculus, it would be no different from just getting an empty shell.

I'll take them one day"

Reincarnation magic will consume a lot of magic energy and will make its user die soon.

At least my memory will be preserved and reborn with all my memories.

One thing I did not expect was the news of me dying to the ears of the Angel Race.

Looks like they've put a spy golem around my castle.

"Lilia, I see you are dying right now. Before you die, can you tell me how to make this Homunculus? "

"Pascal, You. .... "

I'm so stupid, why don't I set up a security system on the Homunculus?

My heart was broken when I saw Silva being dragged by Pascal.

"So, can you kindly tell us all how to make this creature? "

"Hahahaha, even Pascal to death I will never tell you how to make a Homunculus"

"Alright, it doesn't matter.we'll just snatch them right from you. Beto, give the drink to lilia"

beto was a protege of Pascal. He immediately gave me a strange drink.

When I was forced to gulp it down, my stomach burned and it made me lose consciousness.

I who was made to die in an unusual way became imperfect in the use of reincarnation magic.

It kept my memories sealed for quite a while until I finally got my memories again.

"You bastards, wait for me to avenge you"

Thinking of that, I continued my research in this Wilson region.