Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1547: ... Until war reminds it how fragile joy is: Part-1

Chapter 1547: … Until war reminds it how fragile joy is: Part-1

A few moments before the disaster arrived unannounced, Lyirrs stood alone in her laboratory with oil-stained fingers.

“Careful… steady… this conductor aligns here, and the resonance filament threads through this channel…” Lyirrs murmured under her breath with focus as she adjusted the metallic arm and the half-helmet resting beside it.

Veins of silver wiring ran like nervous tissue across the worktable, each strand pulsing faint blue as crystalline cores glowed within transparent housings filled with shimmering liquid energy.

Behind her, the screen flickered with quiet indifference.

[Connecting… 1%]

The metallic figure on the central table lay motionless, hollow chest cavity open, circuits breathing with faint pulses of violet light.

Everything appeared calm…

“That’s it… that’s the missing bridge,” Lyirrs whispered suddenly, her fingers tightening around a crystalline rod no longer than her palm.

The rod flickered with restless sparks, liquid energy swirling within its translucent core like trapped lightning seeking escape. She guided it carefully into the final socket between helmet and arm, where thick reinforcement crystals locked it into place.

She exhaled slowly, almost shaking, and flipped the activation switch.

Energy surged forward in a luminous stream, flowing through braided cables that glowed brighter with each passing second.

The helmet’s inner lattice pulsed erratically, light flickering like a newborn star struggling to ignite.

Lyirrs clenched her right hand unconsciously,

“Come on… respond…” she breathed, voice carrying both command and plea.

Spark… Spark… Spark…

The crackling intensified, then stabilised. Every embedded crystal within the helmet flared to life at once.

Her lips parted in disbelief before breaking into a fierce smile.

“Yes… Yes!” she exclaimed, laughter mixing with raw relief.

She lifted the half-helmet with trembling hands and fitted it over her face. The inner lining sealed smoothly against her skin… Though the exterior showed no openings, she could see the outside world.

She turned toward the metallic arm, cables linking it to the helmet like an umbilical cord.

“Now,” she said quietly, “We find out whether you are truly functional.”

She clenched her left hand into a fist.

Nothing responded.

The metallic arm lay still.

Her brows knitted together.

“Don’t you dare fail now,” she muttered, increasing the energy output. The liquid reservoirs within the crystal housings began to churn faster, luminous currents swirling like miniature galaxies trapped behind glass.

Sssnnnggg~

A humming vibration filled the room.

She clenched her fist again.

The wires linking helmet and arm brightened, glowing with steady azure light as power streamed forward like molten glass flowing through transparent veins.

The metallic arm shuddered once.

Crrnkk…

“Move,” she whispered.

Crreekk

Crreekkk

The fingers twitched… Slowly, with deliberate creaking, the metallic hand curled inward, forming a fist that mirrored her own.

“Holy shit!” she said softly, disbelief melting into fierce pride. “I… I did it!”

She loosened her left hand, and the metallic fist opened in return, though slower.

She flexed each finger carefully, watching the metallic hand echo her movements with slight delay.

“T-This is… gods, I don’t even have the right words,” she muttered in happiness and disbelief!

“Xara needs to see this,” she said with a bright tone.

Just then, a harsh distortion sliced through the room.

[Scrrccch… Scrrccchhhh….]

Lyirrs flinched violently, instinctively removing the helmet from her front face and looked for the source.

The laboratory lights flickered, and the screen behind her began to glitch with violent static.

[Connected! 100%]

“What the…” Lyirrs was shocked. She was sure she had seen the connection stay at 1% for almost a week, and now suddenly it was 100%.

Her legs moved before her thoughts could catch up, as she rushed toward Xara’s laboratory.

Meanwhile, inside Xara’s lab, the atmosphere felt entirely different.

“So~ this~ is~ Mad~Land~La~La~ where dreams come true~ La~La~ you gotta get you~ Before~They~kill~you~lll~aaa~” Xara sang softly to herself as she held a zooming lens before one eye.

The magnifier glowed faintly, projecting a precise overlay of neural pathways across the exposed skull before her.

The head she was working on… The scalp had been removed with meticulous precision, a perfect circular incision carved through skin and bone.

The top portion rested aside, revealing the grotesque yet mesmerising architecture of the brain beneath, glistening under sterile light.

Veins pulsed sluggishly… Subtle electrical flickers danced across neural folds, evidence that the subject remained alive, though unconscious.

Adjusting her grip on a thin, flexible rod that shimmered faintly with embedded crystal filaments.

The rods resembled liquid silver threads. She inserted them carefully into the folds, guiding them with surgical patience so as not to disturb the surrounding tissue.

Her fingers paused briefly as she located the designated neural cluster. The flexible needles bent and curved naturally, wrapping around a specific fold and anchoring there with microscopic hooks.

“Everything set…” she whispered, drawing her hands back slowly. A thin bead of sweat trailed down her temple despite the cold room.

Her gaze shifted toward the energy switch connected to the rods.

“Only a little spike,” Xara told herself, “Too much and it will burn everything. Everything I worked on would be ruined beyond repair.”

She checked the readings again… The flow rate shimmered at the minimum threshold required for stimulation.

Her fingers hovered over the switch as she inhaled slowly.

What was she doing?

Well, He was not waking up even though everything was working perfectly, just like any organism.

He was just staying unconscious!

Which meant she had to stimulate the specific neural cluster responsible for consciousness, the dormant ignition point buried within the folds of the brain.

She needed to induce that spark manually.

Like jump-starting a car, she had to deliver just enough energy to awaken the system without frying the circuitry that made it whole.

“Come on, baby… please work for mommy~” she murmured… her finger flipped the swit—

THUD!

“XARA!”

“SHIT!”

Xara jerked violently, both hands snapping backwards in reflex as panic flashed through her veins. The chair tipped, sending her stumbling to the floor. For a split second, she was certain she had overloaded the system and reduced the brain to scorched ruin.

She scrambled up instantly, eyes wide as she scanned the exposed head… The neural folds still glistened.

The monitors displayed stable readings… and she hadn’t flipped the switch!

Thank good!

“Sigh… It’s fine…” she breathed, placing a trembling hand against her chest.

She turned sharply toward the source of the interruption.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, LYIRRS?! If it’s not fucking important, I am going to fucking beat your fucking ass—”

“The connection was made.”

Xara’s angry face disappeared as if someone had opened a valve. She blinked before nodding her head as if to say, ’True?’

Lyirrs stood at the doorway… She gave a small nod as if to say, ’Yup’

Xara exhaled through her nose. Without another word, she removed her gloves carefully and sealed the exposed head beneath a transparent containment dome. The glass shimmered as it locked into place.

She retrieved a crystal sphere from a nearby pedestal.

“Lyirrs made contact with Terra Empire,” Xara stated evenly to her daughter.

“What?” came the distant reply, distorted slightly through the sphere.

“Just inform it to Aether and ask him come to the lab immediately,” Xara said.

Without hesitation, she strode toward Lyirrs’s laboratory.

The moment she stepped inside, a harsh screeching vibration assaulted her ears.

[Sccrrcchhhh… Scrrrcchh….]

She winced, covering her ears as the noise scraped across the air like metal grinding against crystal.

The display screen pulsed violently with unstable static.

Xara approached cautiously, eyes narrowing as she read the projection.

[Connected! 100%]

“We are connected to Terra?” she asked, voice steady despite the tremor beneath it.

Lyirrs nodded once. “Yeah.”

“When did it happen?”

Lyirrs spread her hands slightly. “It happened just now. I’m as surprised as you are. It was stuck at 1% a few minutes ago. Then suddenly it spiked to full synchronisation.”

Xara hummed thoughtfully, studying the energy graphs… It looked reciprocal, as if something on the other side had answered.

[SCRRCCHHHH!]

The noise intensified.

“C-Can you do something about the noise?” Xara said, irritation cutting through her focus as she rubbed her ears.

Lyirrs moved instantly. Her fingers flew across the control panel, flipping switches in rapid succession while her other hand rotated a suspended frequency dial etched with glowing runes.

The crystal regulators embedded in the console shifted from deep violet to pale cyan as she altered the oscillation rate.

Her eyes locked on the pulsing graphs that jittered erratically across the display.

The noise fractured into distorted bursts.

[Sccrrccch… ssccrr!$%#@… sshh!@$%… ss#@@!….]

Thin streams of liquid energy inside the glass conduits began to swirl more smoothly as she refined the modulation. The harsh grinding tone softened into fragmented pulses, still chaotic but less violent.

Lyirrs adjusted another dial, this one controlling harmonic filtration. The runic symbols along its rim brightened sequentially as she fine-tuned the input frequency to match the foreign signal.

Gradually, the screeching lowered into something almost structured.

[@!@@$%@@…. @#@#@#….]

Xara watched in silence, her earlier irritation replaced with a frown. The distortion no longer sounded like static.

The tone cleared further.

Xara tilted her head slightly, listening more carefully. “Isn’t that… their language?” she asked… she heard the tone and sound, so she could guess it was their language.

“What are they saying, Lyirrs?” Xara asked, turning toward her with raised brows, as if expecting immediate revelation.

Lyirrs gave her a perfectly flat look, one eyebrow lifting slightly as the signal continued to pulse behind her.

Xara cleared her throat, folding her arms loosely.

“Anyway, record everything,” Xara said.

Lyirrs nodded and activated the recording. A separate crystal core lit up, absorbing the sound waves.

“As soon as Aether arrives, he will translate it for us,” Xara added quietly.

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[A/N: Hello guys! Sorry about yesterday 😭 I literally collapsed because of a fever and had to drag myself to get shots💉😂 I’m more or less fine now, still slightly in recovery mode but alive and functioning! I’ll try my best to keep the schedule going, but I can’t promise anything for this week 🙏 Please forgive this weak author and send some virtual healing buffs my way 🥲✨]