Just as Bloodsaw's intense "paternal affection" was about to overflow.
The Doll Mistress quickly reached out her hand, grinding her teeth with a clicking sound, and said, "Wait a moment, don't get carried away just yet. What happened later? Why did we see you riding that root-level entity and completely annihilating the entire Demonkin Association?"
Lynn was taken aback, turning to look at the three-meter-tall lady with her curvaceous figure.
He paused for a moment, then asked, "Teacher, who is this..."
Bloodsaw looked up, closed his eyes, and said, "My mistress!"
*Smack—*
Lynn stared in shock at his teacher, whose head was now steaming, poked him with his finger, then quickly retracted it, not daring to touch him again.
The Doll Mistress closed her eyes, clenching her fists with a clicking sound, her chest heaving dramatically.
"Couldn't you use a more elegant term?"
Lynn was astonished.So that's how it was.
Truly worthy of his teacher!
He actually has a habit of liking older women too!
And judging by the technique involved, it probably takes decades of practice to handle this kind of relationship!
Good thing he didn't have such preferences himself.
Teacher is so perverted!
And why does this give him a feeling reminiscent of a certain eight-foot-tall lady?
This...
Lynn subconsciously grabbed the fly swatter on the counter...
"That's right."
Bloodsaw climbed up from the floor, touching the steaming red handprint on his bald head, and said seriously:
"The Demonkin Association was such a massive organization, yet it was completely destroyed in just one day. How did you, little brat, manage to pull that off? This doesn't seem like the you I used to know!"
After all.
In his memory.
His disciple had always been a well-behaved, sensible, and very obedient good child.
Lynn sighed and said, "It seems you both already know about it..."
He let out a melancholy breath, then briefly explained his experiences over the past few days to his teacher and his mistress.
Of course, he omitted many details.
For example, his System, and regarding those powerful potions that could cause mutations, he explained them as something he accidentally obtained from a wandering merchant.
Working hard to make the logical connections sound plausible, Lynn then embellished his experiences over the past few days, telling the story in an extremely thrilling manner.
After listening, both Bloodsaw and the Doll Mistress were filled with continuous astonishment.
Especially during the part where he battled the Flesh Puppet, even they felt their hearts racing with fear and tension.
"So this is... the reason you wrote that letter to your teacher overnight?"
Bloodsaw asked in amazement.
Lynn looked up, closed his eyes, and said mournfully, "Yes, at that time point when I wrote you the letter, your disciple truly had already accepted death, and couldn't even sleep properly."
"If that Headhunter hadn't received my letter and been quickly coaxed into coming by me, what you'd be seeing now wouldn't be your disciple anymore."
"But rather a pile of flesh that couldn't even be stitched back together."
Lynn wiped his reddened eyes.
"As for what happened later, it was entirely because the Demonkin Association was too arrogant and provoked the Headhunter's family members, so their fate was pretty much sealed!"
Bloodsaw and the Doll Mistress looked at each other.
It all felt quite unbelievable.
Yet everything seemed to make sense without major issues.
Because no matter how you thought about it, an ordinary potion shop apprentice simply couldn't possibly be connected to something as massive as the Headhunters.
Could it be...
Was it really entirely because of this young man's quick-witted response ability and his passionate, professional dedication?
"Teacher, what about you?"
Lynn sat cross-legged on the floor, curiously asking.
"That day you said you were going out for a while, how did you later get involved with the Demonkin Association?"
Bloodsaw smiled bitterly and said, "Ah, the trouble started because of me. You probably don't know this yet, but your teacher used to be one of the Elders of the Demonkin Association."
Lynn nodded, putting on an attentive expression.
He wasn't surprised.
From the information he had gathered over the past few days, he had actually already roughly figured out his teacher's identity.
Bloodsaw looked up and said:
"A few days ago, I suddenly received an invitation from an old friend, saying that some research I had been concerned about had recently made significant breakthroughs, so they wanted to invite me to the Hanging Tower for a gathering."
"I didn't think much of it. Although I hadn't been to the Hanging Tower for ten years, I never would have imagined that what awaited me wasn't research discussion, but a forced takeover."
The scenes from that time once again surfaced in his mind.
Including himself.
All the retired Elders who had followed the old President in establishing the Demonkin Association back in the day had been invited to the Hanging Tower.
And it was there that the Heart-Devouring Demon, who had already inherited the position of Association President, announced to them the restart of the "Colossus Project."
"The Colossus Project?" Lynn asked doubtfully, his heart stirring slightly.
"Yes."
Bloodsaw sighed, his voice low and deep.
"Since the Demonkin Association is gone anyway, there's no harm in telling you."
He then proceeded to explain the general outline of the "Colossus Project" to Lynn in detail.
Starting from when they discovered artifacts from a fallen technological civilization, all the way to when they deciphered various technologies and knowledge from them.
And all the knowledge pointed to that creation manufactured by that technological civilization three thousand years ago...
The Colossus!
"Although we didn't fully understand it," Bloodsaw said gravely:
"But through subsequent research and analysis, both we and the President vaguely realized that this Colossus, which had shattered in our world... might even possess terrifying power surpassing the root-level..."
"And what was most frightening was that the Colossus was actually man-made, a terrifying weapon combining machinery and flesh..."
"Can you imagine what that meant for an organization deeply researching machinery and modifications?"
Lynn's gaze turned profound.
Fanaticism!
Yes.
This was like a group of lolicons imprisoned in a dark cage with only male creatures around them, suddenly one day catching a glimpse of an adorable little girl appearing before them through a crack.
That kind of excitement and wildness was absolutely something ordinary perverts couldn't comprehend.
It was practically like light!
"I understand!" Lynn nodded.
Bloodsaw took a deep breath and said, "So the Colossus Project was born. All resources began flowing toward that project. We searched throughout the entire world for fragments of that Colossus, fervently wanting to reassemble it."
"This continued for over a hundred years."
Lynn's heart stirred slightly as he asked, "Then why was it shelved later?"
Bloodsaw's expression turned complicated, as if recalling some unpleasant memories, and said:
"Because we deciphered some things."
A war.
A vast war that stretched across countless worlds and countless civilizations.
At that specific point three thousand years ago.
It erupted.
And that technological civilization possessing the Colossus could already be considered one of the peak civilizations standing at the highest point among countless worlds at that time. With the support of Colossus technology, they could even rival gods.
But even so, they failed.
Their entire civilization was destroyed, and their proud flesh-and-machine Colossus shattered with a rumble, falling into this dark world.
Bloodsaw said with complexity, "The curse! We had a strong premonition."
"If we truly managed to recreate the Colossus in this world one day, some terrible curse would be triggered!"
"Like some existence wouldn't allow the Colossus to reappear."