After returning to the hot spring inn, I first picked up lunch for Grace. Then I headed to the seaside vacation house on the west side—I was craving barbecue.
Once the meat and vegetables were grilled, I stored them in my storage hole and got ready to start working. I went inside, powered up the belt grinder, fitted an appropriate sanding belt, took out my beloved sword, and let the ability take over my body as I began polishing.
Half an hour later, my sword had become a masterpiece—a weapon of unparalleled quality. And I had turned into a scrawny skeleton, devouring a huge plate of grilled meat and vegetables.
Another thirty minutes passed. After finishing my meal and cleaning up, I picked up my sword to test it.
First, a tree. With a light horizontal swing, it was cut clean through. The growth rings on the cross-section were perfectly smooth, without the slightest unevenness.
Next, a rock. I placed the blade on top and let gravity do the work. The rock split in half as if it were tofu. I pushed one half aside and saw another perfectly smooth surface.
"Wow… that's insanely smooth."
Then I tried slicing a carrot. I tossed one into the air and flicked my wrist back and forth. By the time it hit the ground, the carrot had already been cut into thin slices.
The carrot was only affected by gravity, falling straight down. Normally, applying force from the side would push it away instead of letting it fall straight. But my sword was so unnaturally sharp that it was as if the carrot didn't even register the force—it was cut before it could "realize" anything had happened.
After sheathing the sword, the scabbard remained intact. Strange… maybe the sword and scabbard were treated as one?
Next, I could finally begin working on the electric motorcycle. I placed the electric magic core, metal, battery, sponge, leather, silica sand, and rubber solution onto the design blueprint, then spoke:
"Create."
I activated the magic and looked at the back of my hand. One second passed. Then two. But there was no black glow.
The materials in front of me remained unchanged. So I tried again.
"Create."
Same result. No glow, no change. That meant the current setup didn't meet the requirements to activate the creation magic.
The limitations of the magic were clear—it required materials and couldn't handle overly complex constructions. Creating a full motorcycle in one go was impossible. I'd have to craft each part individually, then assemble them myself.
That wasn't too difficult. After all, I designed it—I knew exactly how to assemble and disassemble it. So I redrew the parts and made three of each.
Along the way, I delivered dinner to Grace. By the time I finished assembling one motorcycle, it was already 8 p.m. I was still getting used to it, so I was a bit clumsy.
Now that one was complete, I needed to test it. Better to catch problems early than regret it later.
First, I didn't install a kickstand, since I would store it away when not in use—no need for one.
I got on the electric motorcycle. My left hand gripped the handle embedded with the electric magic core. By channeling magic power into it, electricity was generated. My right hand held the throttle—when I twisted it slightly, the electricity flowing from the left side caused a charged metal plate to make contact with another plate connected to the motor, completing the circuit.
The motor began spinning, driving the gears and the rear wheel.
The motorcycle started moving. I lifted my feet onto the footrests. Since it was nighttime, torches could only provide ambiance, not illumination. So I pressed the button beneath the magic core, turning on the headlight to light the road ahead.
"That reaches pretty far."
Next was the speedometer. It showed 15 km/h—working perfectly. Honestly, the speedometer was something I both cared about and didn't. If it worked, great. If not, it could just be decorative.
I wasn't confident it would function, since its mechanism was somewhat complex. Some things can't be understood just through explanation—they need simple demonstrations.
And sometimes, people don't need detailed explanations. Take oil, for example—I only need to know it's flammable and should be handled carefully. I don't need to understand its chemical composition unless I'm interested.
So for the speedometer, as long as it worked, that was enough. I had no interest in figuring out why it might fail. Seeing it function made me happy.
Then I twisted the throttle further, sending more electricity to the motor and increasing its speed. The motorcycle accelerated to 30 km/h.
After riding a few laps, I returned to my starting point. I got off and pulled the brake lever—the rear brake light lit up red. No issues.
Good. Everything was working smoothly.
Next, I stopped channeling magic power into the electric magic core and twisted the throttle again. No response. That confirmed there was no residual electricity.
In truth, I hadn't installed a battery. With the electric magic core, there was no need to store power. The magic core itself functioned as the motorcycle's key. The battery I brought earlier was only used to create the magnets inside the motor.
After that, I continued assembling until 10 p.m., then went to bathe and sleep. By the next morning, before noon, I had finished assembling the remaining two electric motorcycles.
After finishing my lunch, I took Grace's portion with me and went to find her. Today was the day we had agreed to leave the dungeon.