Getting a Technology System in Modern Day

Chapter 794  Rebirth

Following Nova's orders and the AI referee's approval, the mana stone carriers swiftly began moving toward the Colosseum.

As the first ship arrived and entered, it wasted no time, promptly unloading its entire cargo of mana stones before departing to make way for the next carrier to do the same. The process was conducted with remarkable efficiency, ensuring a steady flow of mana stones into the Colosseum without any unnecessary delays.

The process continued as over fifty ships unloaded their cargo of mana stones, an act many from the Conclave viewed as both excessive and wasteful. With each successive ship, the pain of the Conclave's viewers grew, particularly when the fifth ship alone had already matched the quantity of mana stones used during the Colosseum's initial construction. Yet, they didn’t stop there; instead, they went on to unload ten times that amount, as if mana stones were an endless resource, leaving the Conclave citizens bewildered and horrified by such apparent extravagance.

By the time the twentieth batch of mana stones was dropped, viewers from the Conclave began to suspect that the Empire was sparing no effort to provide a favorable environment for their Emperor. This led to widespread questioning of whether such actions were within the rules. However, the lack of objection or intervention from the AI referee confirmed that everything was still legal. What the Conclave citizens didn’t realize was that when drafting the rules, they had only established a minimum mana threshold without setting an upper limit. They had never imagined the Empire would be "foolish" enough to expend such an absurd amount of mana stones. Now, the Empire was exploiting this loophole to its fullest extent.

However, their anger was tempered by the realization that increasing the mana within the Colosseum would also aid the Trinarian fighter, Zyranel, in recovering from his mana depletion more quickly. This made the Empire's actions a double-edged sword. Yet, their initial hope quickly dimmed as they remembered that even if Zyranel recovered, he had no means of directly harming Aron. But then came a sliver of optimism: Zyranel didn’t need to kill Aron to win the fight—he only had to force him out of the arena. They clung to the hope that this was still possible and wouldn’t be neutralized by Aron’s overwhelming capabilities.

However, if they had witnessed what was truly happening with the mana, even that faint glimmer of hope would have been crushed. Every ounce of mana within the Colosseum was being relentlessly drawn into Aron’s runic heart, leaving none to circulate or assist Zyranel’s recovery. The overwhelming absorption left no room for anyone else to benefit, extinguishing any chance of turning the tide.

After completing its absorption, the runic heart settled into a new rhythmic pulse, signaling the beginning of its next phase. The runes, now saturated with mana, activated in perfect synchronization. With each powerful heartbeat, shockwaves radiated throughout Aron’s body, shaking every part except his brain. These pulses acted as a scanning mechanism, systematically analyzing the damage inflicted and assessing the condition of each remaining component.

Simultaneously, the runic system identified and tagged all foreign elements within his body, cataloging them for removal or neutralization. The process was precise, methodical, and unyielding. As soon as the scanning concluded and all necessary data was gathered, the next phase began without hesitation. The system wasted no time in initiating what appeared to be a comprehensive repair and restoration process.

A long runic sentence within Aron’s heart began glowing with unmatched brilliance, surpassing any other rune in his body. This indicated that the next phase was under its jurisdiction, and it wasted no time in taking action. Harnessing the power of the runic heart, it sent out a pulse through his entire body. Unlike the earlier scans that gathered information, this pulse acted directly upon the gathered data.

The pulse systematically targeted and expelled all foreign objects within Aron’s body. Shrapnel embedded during the earlier attacks was extracted and ejected alongside the nanomachines that had been implanted to carry an instance of Nova. The purge wasn’t limited to metallic elements; it extended to biological and runic computer components integrated for contingency purposes. Despite being bioengineered, these components were not deemed part of Aron’s natural body and were thus forcibly removed. The process was comprehensive and unforgiving, leaving no trace of foreign interference within his system.

The process extended beyond the interior of Aron’s body, affecting his exterior as well. Burnt skin, hair, clothing, and even the armor he wore began breaking apart into tiny fragments, cascading to the ground alongside the materials purged from within him. To the viewers, it was a shocking and grotesque sight, leaving Aron as a skinless, hairless husk. Regardless of their allegiance, all sides were left stunned, struggling to comprehend what was unfolding before their eyes.

As this phase concluded, the glowing rune responsible for the purging dimmed. Without delay, another long runic sentence illuminated, its brilliance surpassing the others, signaling the commencement of the next process.

Before the astonished eyes of the viewers, Aron's missing hand and leg began regenerating. The process started with bones, followed by blood vessels, muscles, and tendons, all forming seamlessly from the points of amputation. As these structures took shape, the golden liquid that had replaced his blood nearly a decade ago began circulating through the new vessels, glowing faintly and adding to the surreal nature of the scene. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Next came the regeneration of his skin, a process distinct from the previous one and marked by the activation of another glowing rune. Under this rune's influence, a fresh, flawless layer of skin emerged, covering his body entirely. Nova, quick to act, utilized the nanomachines previously expelled from his body and armor to strategically raise a protective covering over Aron's private parts, sparing him from complete exposure in front of the countless viewers watching in crystal-clear 20K resolution.

The regenerated skin was almost unnaturally perfect, its smooth and radiant appearance captivating even those watching from afar. However, there was little time to marvel at its beauty, as the next process immediately followed. This time, it was his hair that began to regrow. Burned away or removed earlier during the purging process, strands of hair began sprouting anew, marking the final stages of his regeneration.

First slowly, then accelerating with each passing second hair began sprouting from Aron's head. It grew rapidly, surpassing its original length and continuing until it cascaded down to his lap. Only then did the growth process cease. The strands shimmered with an almost ethereal luster, a mesmerizing blend of glowing silver, gold, and black that seemed to shift and dance with the light.

Once the previous process had concluded, another long sequence of runic lines illuminated, sending a pulse across Aron's body. This new pulse moved methodically, sweeping over every inch, ensuring that no step had been missed during the extensive regeneration. It was as if the runes themselves were performing a final check, double-checking every detail to guarantee perfection.

After confirming that the restoration was complete, a small, precise pulse was directed into Aron's brain—deliberate and exact. The previous runes, having carefully avoided the delicate structure of his mind, now bathed it gently with a small amount of mana. This infusion was subtle, almost imperceptible, designed to awaken the neural pathways without overwhelming them.

The mana coursed through his brain like a soft current, reactivating the dormant connections, sparking life back into his consciousness. It was not a jarring force but a gentle awakening, allowing his mind to recalibrate and fully synchronize with the newly restored body.

And then, as if responding to the call, his eyelids fluttered—twitching once, then twice, before suddenly—BAM! His eyes snapped open.

The camera, which had been zooming in on his face, caught the entire transformation, capturing the full extent of his features for the first time since the process began.

A sharp intake of breath rippled through the arena as every spectator witnessed the moment. His eyes—now as white as milk with glowing golden irises—burned with an intensity that struck fear into the hearts of those who met them. Despite the mesmerizing beauty of his gaze, there was no mistaking the raw power they contained. It was as if the very essence of his being had been reborn, with the force of destruction that had preceded this awakening now contained in those eyes.

The emperor had awakened. And it was undeniable—he was no longer the same.