I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game – Chapter 103
Five days later. At the Alchemist’s workshop. Creak. Clank. Click. Godhand’s mechanical hand, now bound to him, smoothly activated, making a silky sound. It had the look of a finely crafted gauntlet, but with Godhand’s metallurgy skills, it moved just like a real hand. We all looked on in admiration as the prosthetic hand twisted…