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

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Introductions were given, alongside further explanations about what we’ve been doing so far down here for the last three hours. All while we started cooking up a big feast to celebrate our victory, we were very hungry after all. Explaining about the robots was the hardest part as everyone didn’t really understand what they truly were, at the end we went with “talking golems” because they simply couldn’t understand that well their true meaning.

Nonetheless, as we ate, the Chief Robot explained the existence of the tree above, and also how important it was for them. It was quite literally like an Yggdrasil Tree but for these robots in specific.

“So that tree is made out of your fallen comrades’ cores?” Wondered my mother. “I see… And perhaps it is inside the cores where your artificial minds are stored, right? Amazing, so that tree, it has become somewhat of a living and breathing being despite having its origins from artificial beings.” fгeewebnovёl.com

“I’m glad we resisted the urge of taking a few bites off that big tree, it looked very delicious, but if it was so important, I’m glad we didn’t do anything.” Sighed Sphynxiette.

“Big golden robot. Like us?” One of the little robots asked. “Metallic, like us?”

“I don’t know if we are robots, we are more like just other people.” Laughed Sphynxiette. “But we are related in the sense that we both were victims of those Gods. We are fighters and survivors! Rejoice, you’ve found new comrades with us.” She gently patted the robot’s head.

“Comrades! Mama. Papa. Comrades! I made. Comrades!” The little robot started jumping.

“Yes, daughter. We. Heard. Do not scream. So loudly. Please?”

“You are very happy. I see.”

Her parents also gave her head pats.

Despite their “robotic” way of talking, they were a rather endearing tribe of people. They cared for one another more than any other tribe I’ve seen and saw each other as family members.

“Thank you for the gun you gave me. It was thanks to this amazing thing that we were able to destroy Jupiter’s core completely.” I said, giving the cannon to Father Robot.

“This is. Cannon? I see, I am happy. Happy that it helped somehow. But please. Keep it. This, your reward.” The robot didn’t accept the weapon back.

“Wait, what?! Are you sure? With this you could defend yourselves better!” I said.

“We are fine. Together, we are strong. The tree brings protection. No more scrap beasts to fear. Thanks to you. Scrap King… Jupiter, now gone. We can live in peace. Down here.” He said.

“Are you sure about that? Do you really want to stay down here? Without seeing the outside world? I know it is dangerous outside but…” I sighed.

“We know it is dangerous. The tree brings us protection. But now. Maybe we can live around the tree.” Said the Father Robot. “Thank you… Sylphy. For helping. Us.”

“It’s fine, really.” I smiled. “Oh, right, where’s the chief? He said he knew something about Jupiter.”

“Yes. I’m here.” The chief appeared behind me. “Apologies. I was busy. Drinking oil. It is one of the few things. We consume to keep going. Oil. We synthesize it from most. Things.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. Anyways, let’s talk while we eat then!” I said. “Come sit by our side.”

“Thank you. I will.” The chief walked slowly to my left side, while Aquarina was already at my right side eating a big piece of meat. “So, to start. The Scrap King was a nickname we gave to him. Jupiter. Was his real name. He was indeed. Made with our cores too. A similar existence than the Guardian Tree. However, while the tree protects our memories and minds. Jupiter was the embodiment of. Our bad emotions. Hatred. Frustration. Anger. We developed many emotions, as we evolved our minds. Through the years. His creation. Partially, is our fault.”

“Just how everything came to be? Do you know how the tree was born?” Asked my mother. “And this Jupiter?”

“Jupiter and tree. Born at the same time, the same day. They were. But two halves of the same coin. While our “souls” rest within the tree. Our negative emotions were not allowed to enter. The leftover growth of the tree became Jupiter. A huge, white marble. When it was born. It was timid and ran away. But after years since then, it came back. it created the Scrap Beasts and created a mighty body. Made of metal. Since then. He has been trying to. Destroy the tree. And absorb its powers… Perhaps. Because it was made of hatred, it desired to. Gain something more. To obtain the rest. To become whole… I feel bad. This was our fault.” Sighed the Chief Robot.

“It wasn’t your fault though! You couldn’t help it, right?” Mist had been paying attention to everything.

“I suppose, we were not. But it was our fault to bury. Our dead. Together. Their cores. Were assimilated by the Mana of this world. Spirit energy. Everything came together through a slow process. Hundreds of years. Their birth was our fault. We should have disposed of our kindred’s bodies differently.” He seemed to lament.

“But it was thanks to the tree that you were also able to continue developing your intelligence and emotions more.” I said. “And it is also where all your data goes when your bodies cease to function, is it not? I believe that’s pretty cool!”

“Hm. Thank you, for being so considered. I had partially. Not thought about it too deep.” The chief sighed. “From our mistakes and errors, new and good things were also born. But without your help. We would have never been able to free ourselves from him. Thank you, for freeing Jupiter from his torment.”

“From his torment, huh?” I sighed. “A being that was only made of hatred and sorrow, I can tell why he was so insane. He also had a strong soul, he developed one, despite you all not having a true soul like us. Perhaps such soul might have finally found some rest within the tree?”

Although a piece of it is also within me.

“Let’s hope so.” The chief robot nodded.

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