Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

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Once she was finally fine, she hugged her parents and her big family. They were all really happy.

“Daughter is fine. This is very happy time.” Grandmother spoke.

“Thank you for saving daughter. So happy now.” Little Brother said.

“Little sis! Make sure… To not malfunction again, okay?” Asked Big Sister.

“It’s all thanks to our new Auntie.” Said Baby Boy.

“Auntie, thank you. Thank you for saving me. I was… scared. I didn’t want to… die. Death is scary. Darkness. I don’t want that.”

The “Baby Girl” as they called her, sat down over Nephilim’s metallic thighs, despite her huge weight, Nephilim was unbothered by her. She gently patted her spherical, shiny bronze-colored head. Her glowing blue eyes shining brighter than ever before.

“I am happy you’re okay now.” She smiled, caressing her gently.

“Yeah! T-That was sure something else. I’ve never repaired such an advanced type of golem before.” I said while nodding.

“It was really interesting…” Pyuku said. “I’m a bit tired now…”

“So grateful.” Father said. “Thank you so much. Very happy now.”

“Happy too.” Said Mother. “Please, if anything. Ask away.”

“Then, can we talk more about what’s going on in here?” I wondered. “Who are you people exactly? And what connection do you have to these “slimy friends” you mentioned before? And if you haven’t noticed before, this friend here, Pyuku, is also a “slimy friend”!”

“Slimy friend?! Pyuku!” Said Baby Girl. “It is? It is Pyuku! Slimy friend!”

“Slimy? He’s slimy?”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

“He is not shaped like slimy friends, but once touch, slimy.”

“Wow, much slime.”

“Very soft, unlike us, who are cold and hard.”

“Slimy friends…”

“Y-You know my kind? What happened to them? I can feel them alive but… Are they okay?!” Pyuku wondered. “And why were we teleported here when we touched the tree?”

“That tree… It is our guardian.” Said the Father Robot. “Guardian Tree of Crystal Light. Guardian Tree creates light, the light we can eat to continue living. Oil is extracted from the roots. Our dead brethren, their data. Inside the roots and branches, living and watching over us…”

“I knew that tree was something different. It didn’t even feel like a normal tree at all.” Said Aquarina.

“I agree with Aquarina.” Nodded Yggdra, appearing above me in her fairy form. “That is some sort of special artificial life form in the shape of a tree.”

“Similar to the Sunstone Tree?” I asked her.

“Maybe, but much more advanced.” Said Yggdra. “It might be what has sustained these people all these years.”

“I guess it is truly your guardian…” Nodded Nephilim. “But what happened here? Were you the only robots left? And your slimy friends?”

“Um… danger.”

“Dangerous things happened.”

“Very bad, big bad…”

“The Scrap King, he came and took them away. Friends, family, slimy friends too!”

“Scrap King and his evil Scrap Monsters…”

“The Evil Scrap King is evil!”

“Bad things…”

They were all trying to explain things, but it felt like their own words were limited. I suppose even now, they were still learning how to properly talk.

“Okay, okay, one at a time please.” Aquarina sighed. “You, the Father, you can talk pretty well. Can you explain it to us?”

“Yes, I will explain to big girl and friends.” He nodded. “Millenia ago, we were left behind. Thrown away. Like trash. Our fathers. No longer wanted us. We were left in these lands. Alone, and confused. We wandered for many years. Without purpose. Over time, we wanted a change. Something else, family. Friends… love. We didn’t understand things. So we wanted to try them. To understand what it meant. To be alive.”

“So this is why…” Nephilim muttered. “Robots of their generations were never ever programed to do any of the things they do now. All these thousands of years you were left alone, you slowly learned by yourselves. Even… the oldest of artificial intelligence can continue to evolve, to learn… how to be more human.”

“Yes.” Father Robot said. “We love… each other. We bring company. Cold life. But warm family. The Guardian Crystal Tree grew over time. Many of us died… Before it sprouted from our tombs.”

“It grew from our very bodies?!” Asked Aquarina. “Wait… how?”

“Now that I think about it, the tree itself… It seems to be made of the same crystal material as their cores, right?” Pyuku wondered.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong, Pyuku!” I nodded, analyzing it in more detail. “So… their crystals fused? But how… and why?”

“To connect one another… Network. Heaven.” Father Robot raised his hands.

“Maybe the Mana and Spiritual Energy of Cloudia might have also further speeded the process of spirit crystal formation within their broken, dead cores.” Said Yggdra. “Perhaps… But even then, it’s incredible.”

“So this tree, it was formed out of their broken cores, it created a network for their minds to connect and even speak with the dead.” Said Nephilim. “So that’s why you call it Heaven. How amazing! If you were able to connect your minds, then evolving them over time became much easier.”

“Yes.” Father Robot nodded. “We are all together… big family.”

“But who’s the Scrap King then?” Aquarina wondered.

“Scrap King is… Monster. Thing. Maybe the souls… of those that couldn’t rest well. Born from the mountains of scraps left behind. By our creators. It formed crystal sprouts. But… corrupted. Fused into a creature of hate and destruction.” Said Father Robot. “Evil… It sought to eat us and devour the tree. But incapable… of trespassing guardian tree’s barrier. But many… have perished. Slimy friends. Came later. We were good friends. We got along. They helped us. We helped them. But… Scrap King disliked that. Kidnaped them. Forced them to do labor for him. To generate electricity. Power for him… to become stronger. So he can… destroy guardian tree.”

“Aw shoot…” Aquarina muttered. “We gotta go then. We can’t let that thing have the slimes enslaved!”

“Yeah, without a doubt! Father Robot, are there more like you with the Scrap King?” I asked.

“Yes… a few. Please… will you. Save them?” Father Robot asked. “Reward, I will give.”

Suddenly, he showed us something, large, long weapon of some sort, resembling a hand… cannon?

“That’s a gun?!” Nephilim gasped.

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