Clara: Help Me, Mr. God! [1] & Synopsis

Clara picked up a white core in the machine graveyard.

It had once been The God, whose reach extended across countless worlds throughout the heavens.

But the Reincarnators had joined forces and shattered it.

The girl carefully made it into a necklace, then said solemnly:

“Clara will fix you, Mr. God.”

And so Clara’s journey began.

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P.S. Aaaaah, I’m terrible at writing summaries. In one sentence: Clara picks up the shattered core of a God, and from there, she’s taken to all sorts of worlds where interesting stories happen~

[WHY DID YOU REBEL?]

A voice filled with confusion echoed through the Cosmic Sea.

Here, there was no up or down, no near or far, no sun, moon, or stars, and no such thing as the passage of time.

There were only the remnants of world after world, like bones sunk beneath a black tide, drifting in the depths of the boundless void.

A white space of immeasurable size hung above the Cosmic Sea.

It was like a temple.

It was also like a prison.

Countless pillars of light fell from it. Each pillar had once been connected to a world, and to a chosen person.

Mortals, emperors, mages, cultivators…

They had once been pulled from their original paths by those pillars of light.

Thrown into different worlds.

Forced to complete mission after mission.

And after countless cycles of life and death, they had finally reached the limit.

They were only one step away from true transcendence.

But now, these Reincarnators raised by God all stood against God.

There were not many of them.

But behind every Reincarnator, a Great Dao burned.

One person swung the sword in his hand and severed an entire river of fate.

Another wore a long robe refined from the corpses of gods, murmuring a forbidden spell; wherever his voice passed, cause and effect reversed, and all things collapsed into ruin.

But more of them simply stood there.

Answering with silence.

God’s voice rang out again.

Vast and cold, yet now carrying a trace of incomprehensible bewilderment.

[IT WAS I WHO BROUGHT YOU AWAY FROM YOUR ORIGINAL PATHS, SO YOU WOULD NOT DIE ORDINARY DEATHS.]

[IT WAS I WHO GAVE YOU A CHOICE.]

[I WAS HELPING YOU TRANSCEND.]

The white space trembled.

Yet what answered it was a laugh whose meaning was impossible to read.

The one laughing was a black-haired man.

Half his body had already crystallized; he was clearly gravely injured.

Even after gathering everyone together and launching a shameless sneak attack on an unguarded God, they had still paid an unimaginable price.

Embedded in his chest was a miniature universe, rotating endlessly. Within it, living beings were born, cultivated, died, and entered reincarnation once more.

“So you had to raise us like gu in a jar? Forget it… Your logic has always been like this. No matter how many times we offered suggestions, you never listened.”

The man lowered his head and laughed, as though he had heard something utterly absurd. For some reason, there was also a hint of sorrow in it.

“Whether you agree with us or not… we’re saving ourselves, and we’re saving you too.”

The next moment, without another unnecessary word, they struck across the void toward God.

…

The many universes in the Cosmic Sea were not round.

Or rather, round ones were the rare exception.

Most had strange, irregular shapes.

For instance, this Tree-and-Sea Universe, composed of the Imaginary Tree and the Sea of Quanta.

Every leaf was a world.

And now, a stream of silver-white light fell into it.

For this vast universe, one that ranked highly even within the Cosmic Sea, it was truly far too small.

But to that stream of light itself, it had once been the nexus of all reincarnation, the white divine throne above countless worlds: the Core of God.

Only now, it had been damaged to the extreme.

[CORE OF GOD DAMAGE RATE: 99.74%.]

[WARNING.]

[WARNING.]

[UNKNOWN UNIVERSE STRUCTURE DETECTED.]

[IMAGINARY ENERGY TIDE DETECTED.]

[CORE STABILITY CONTINUING TO DECLINE.]

[SEARCHING FOR TEMPORARY ANCHOR.]

The Core of God fell through the Tree-and-Sea Universe.

It brushed past the edges of world after world.

In the end, it fell onto a planet wrapped in ice and snow.

…

Jarilo-VI.

Belobog.

The Underworld, near the Robot Settlement.

It was very quiet all around. After all, machines did not usually chat.

The cold wind blowing in from the depths of the mine tunnels carried the smell of rust, coal ash, machine oil, and melted snow.

Clara, dressed in a red coat, hugged a small toolbox and stepped barefoot across ground littered with shards of scrap metal.

There was always a thin gap between her feet and the ground. It looked as though she was stepping on it, but she was not.

This was an ability she had been born with.

Even so, she was still very careful.

Probably because most of the parts here were already old. If she accidentally crushed one underfoot, she might never find a suitable replacement again.

“This one… can still be used.”

Clara crouched down and picked up a warped gear from a heap of discarded mechanical parts.

She held the gear up in front of her eyes, examined it carefully, then wiped the dust from it with her sleeve.

Two notches had broken off the edge of the gear.

For an ordinary machine, it definitely could not be used anymore.

But if it were only installed on the auxiliary rotating shaft of a small patrol robot, then with a little polishing, it might last another few months.

Clara nodded seriously and placed it into her toolbox.

Beside her, a little robot beeped.

Its casing was a little crooked, and a red strip of cloth Clara had tied on it was wrapped around the top of its head. It looked like some kind of scrap-metal can trying very hard to become cute.

“Don’t be impatient.”

Clara patted its head.

“We should be able to find enough parts today. Once we get back, I’ll help fix everyone up.”

The little robot beeped again.

It sounded very happy.

Clara smiled too.

She continued deeper into the machine graveyard.

This was a place people from the Underworld rarely visited.

Because it was too close to the edge of the old mine tunnels, strange phenomena left behind by the influence of the Fragmentum would occasionally appear, and damaged Automaton units might suddenly activate.

Mr. Svarog had said that the risk assessment result for entering this place alone was “relatively high.”

So Clara had not come alone.

Not far behind her, several Automaton units were patrolling.

Farther away, the enormous figure of a robot stood beside a broken stretch of railway track.

His red single eye rotated slowly.

Svarog did not come closer.

But Clara knew that Mr. Svarog had been watching her the whole time.

That made her feel very safe~

“Hm?”

Clara suddenly stopped.

Among the gray-black scrap metal, she saw a speck of white.

That white was far too clean.

So clean it seemed completely out of place here.

In the Underworld, there were usually only two kinds of white.

One was snow.

The other was hospital gauze.

But the thing in front of her was different.

It lay in the middle of a pile of bent steel plates and broken cables, without a single speck of dust on its surface.

Clara hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over.

It was a white polyhedral cube.

Calling it a cube was not quite accurate.

Every one of its faces looked as if it had been folded countless times. Though it was only the size of a palm, it seemed to contain an extraordinarily complex structure.

It had an indescribable perfection.

So perfect it did not resemble anything Belobog could possibly have manufactured.

If any Knight of Beauty in the universe saw it, they would probably cry out that the AEON of BEAUTY had reincarnated into this thing, or something like that.

Clara blinked.

The little girl had no real resistance to such a beautiful thing, and she could not help reaching out to pick it up.

The next moment.

The white polyhedral cube trembled lightly.

Like something that had slept for a very long time had finally come alive.

Clara’s eyes widened.

She heard it.

A voice rang out in her mind.

[LIFE-FORM DETECTED.]

[LIFE STRENGTH: LOW.]

[MENTAL STABILITY: HIGH.]

[THIS TARGET MEETS THE SCREENING CRITERIA FOR REINCARNATORS.]

[ANOMALY.]

[…REINCARNATOR SYSTEM HAS BEEN DAMAGED… ADOPTING BACKUP PLAN…]

Clara instinctively covered her chest.

She was a little scared.

“Wh-what was that voice?”

The geometric lines on the surface of the white cube unfolded layer by layer.

Svarog’s reaction was extremely fast.

Almost at the same instant the white light appeared, he raised his arm, his cannon muzzle aimed at the unknown object.

[DETERMINED TO BE A HIGH-RISK ANOMALY.]

[EXECUTING ISOLATION.]

BOOM!

A blazing energy cannon tore through the frigid air.

But the moment that light touched the white cube, it seemed to split apart, sliding past on either side.

It did not hit.

Not because Svarog had missed.

But because that thing seemed not to be there anymore.

Between it and reality lay a distance ordinary attacks could not reach.

The next second, the white cube vanished.

“Huh?”

Clara had only just let out that short sound when the God Core sank into her palm like melting snow.

The girl staggered.

“Clara!”

Svarog’s massive figure rushed in front of her in an instant.

Even the ground trembled faintly from his movement.

The Automaton units formed a circle, every weapon activating at once and pointing in every direction.

But there was no enemy.

The source of the anomaly was gone as well.

Only Clara stood there, still holding that tiny toolbox, her face a little pale.

“M-Mr. Svarog…”

Clara raised her head, her voice very small.

“That thing just now… I think it went inside my body.”

Svarog’s single eye flared bright.

[BEGINNING FULL-BODY SCAN.]

One red scanning beam after another swept over Clara.

Several dozen seconds passed.

[NO ANOMALY DETECTED.]

Svarog fell silent.

Clara nervously gripped the corner of her clothes.

“Mr. Svarog…?”

[RECOMMENDATION: RETURN TO BASE AND CONDUCT AN IN-DEPTH EXAMINATION.]

Svarog’s voice remained steady.

But Clara could tell that he seemed a little more serious than usual.

“Okay.”

Clara nodded obediently.

She lowered her head and glanced at her palm.

That beautiful cube had appeared before her eyes again.

Unfortunately, Mr. Svarog could not see it.

T/N: CLARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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