Maxemon and the Four-Dimensional Pocket

The sensation of blue sparks crackling in my head, accompanied by a ringing in my ears. I gritted my teeth. The mass of steel inside the transmission melted under the interference of magic, then began to take shape again.

'Even with the improved efficiency, it still takes this much?'

I'd gone to all the trouble of raising [Material Conversion] to Lv. 3, but the pain of my magic circuits being prodded was still there. This was on a whole different level from making bread or bullets.

Tank gears were precision machine parts, after all. Maybe it was only natural. If even one tooth was off by a degree, or a bearing's diameter differed by even a single strand of hair, a tank weighing dozens of tons wouldn't move. At high speed, the engine could even explode.

I squeezed out every last bit of strength and managed to complete [Material Conversion].

"Hngh…!"

A heavy weight pressed against my fingertips. I supported the gear assembly I'd created with magic in both hands.

[Conversion complete.]

"Hah, hah…."

Even a single gear weighed dozens of kilograms. Drenched in sweat, I set the finished gear down on the workbench. The gleaming silver cog was so well-made it could have passed for one fresh off the Imperial arsenal's production line...