The First Transformed Robot
The magic tower.
It was the gathering place of elites.
Even as the continent was torn apart by three great nations, each one biting at the others, this place remained a white safe zone.
Whether they truly disconnected themselves from the world and did their own thing, there was no denying that for them, war was just a story from a distant land.
But.
What was the criterion for selecting elites at the magic tower?
It was simply talent.
Magic basically required the mana within the body to support it.
Just as a person without hands couldn’t swing a sword, someone without mana couldn’t use magic.
So, naturally, they needed high mana. And that was set at birth as an innate talent.
In other words, it was not something determined by effort, knowledge, or personality.
Bang, bang, bang!
“All of you, get up!”
The magic tower strictly forbade violence.
Yet how could people live by relying only on laws?
There were certainly living rules and unwritten norms in the magic tower.
Since most of the people there were men, the order enforced by those rules was surprisingly thorough.
The apprentice mages stepping out of their rooms.
Among them, some had only been there for a month or two, while others had spent a full ten years as apprentices.
It was a talent-based system, so those without talent were naturally dismissed from their positions.
A formal mage walking the corridor.
His name was Beckflick McGrien.
With his shaved head and bulky build, he swaggered while carrying what looked like a steel pipe on his shoulder.
Surprisingly, that was his staff.
The apprentice mages in their rooms.
They were already very used to this kind of scene.
“I heard there’s a new apprentice who just joined. They didn’t even have the seniors greet them!”
Beckflick shouted.
“Noman, come here.”
“Understood!”
The man called Noman stepped forward.
A middle-aged man who looked unusually old for an apprentice.
He was the one who had been an apprentice mage for ten full years.
“You’re joking around? When new mages come in, it’s only natural for the seniors to greet them, right?”
Greeting wasn’t just about establishing discipline.
New apprentices were to get to know faces, and the formal mages were to gauge the apprentices’ abilities in return.
If an apprentice showed promise, they’d bring them into their own project.
So, going around to greet everyone wasn’t a bad custom.
“I did greet them yesterday—”
“Still?”
“They said they don’t do that sort of thing…”
“…”
Actually, there had been a lot of talk about the new apprentice who joined.
They called them a monster genius of the highest caliber, someone the Tower Masters had competed to recruit.
In normal circumstances, no one would have touched such a ridiculous monster.
Just step aside and let them climb up on their own.
“What kind of woman is that?”
Among them were the kind of people who couldn’t hold back jealousy and envy.
Especially those who saw themselves as elites, like the mages of the magic tower.
“Even attending the Tower Master’s joint project interview is such a thing, and they’re ignoring the tower’s rules?”
“…”
“Is this how it should be? Noman, is this right? With talent like that, ignoring it like this?!”
‘Losing.’
The guy holding a steel pipe and speaking informally to a senior mage who looked at least five years older.
What was he saying?
But Noman lowered his head and bowed even deeper.
Even like this, he had to stay in the tower.
“Where is that woman?”
The eyes of the apprentice mages naturally turned toward one door.
They were all outside, but it was a door that remained shut and alone.
The moment Beckflick saw it, he strode over and started pounding on the door with the steel pipe.
“Come out! You disgusting woman!”
A short while later.
“What kind of… night work…”
The one who came out was a woman with cool silver-blue hair.
No, silver-blue hair?
Whatever it was, the hair color that resembled a blue sky was clear.
Her breasts were plump and raised.
Her clothes were so loose that the robe barely hung on, but the most eye-catching thing was her eyes.
Those twisted blue eyes looked like they were seeing something other than this place.
Gaze of madness.
In Beldora’s carriage, Dam had called her eyes that.
“What is it, you bastard.”
It wasn’t just her eyes that were crazy; her tongue was the same.
“This is really crazy!”
Beckflick’s hand snatched Dam.
Since Dam had lost in strength to Beldora in arm-wrestling, although her body was now adult, her actual strength was pathetic.
“Ugh?!”
When Beckflick grabbed Dam’s arm and pulled her outside, she tumbled to the floor in a sprawl.
Crash!
“Kyaa?!”
Dam slammed into the opposite wall.
Beckflick hadn’t expected her to be pulled out so easily, so his face showed a brief moment of surprise.
No, she had been acting so arrogantly and self-assured, yet she was so weak.
“Ah, shit. My breasts really hurt.”
Dam massaged both her breasts as she stood up.
She had touched her breasts many times to know that handling them too roughly caused pain.
“…”
Squeeze, squeeze.
With a dazed expression, Dam stood and kept massaging her breasts.
Because of the sudden situation, everyone was staring.
Dam secretly moved her hand away.
“Sorry, it’s addictive. When I’m depressed, I touch them and my mood gets better.”
How could a man massaging large breasts not feel better?
That’s why Dam thought this was a cheat key.
By fiddling with her own breasts, her mood improved, so was this like creating an economy?
“I heard you’re a crazy woman, and you really are.”
“Did you touch me knowing I’m normal?”
She didn’t deny it.
She had known she didn’t have normal thought processes since before dying.
“It looks exactly like army life.”
Mephil nodded and muttered.
“I know about the army well. The front lines have no injustice, they say. The front lines are strict with training. Conversely, the rear lines have a lot of injustice, they say. That’s why it’s so easy.”
“…”
“This is exactly it. The magic tower is basically a white zone, so with nothing to do, they’re forcing injustice.”
Mephil had quite insightfully pierced the core of it.
If a military man had heard that, he would have said something decent despite being a munchkin.
“You don’t know advanced barracks, you bastard.”
Mephil, who had never experienced even basic barracks, let out.
“Hoo, yeah. Believing in talent and going crazy, that’s it.”
Beckflick aimed his staff, shaped like a steel pipe, at Dam.
“You really can’t do this. With this kind of personality, if you end up holding a position in the magic tower later…”
“You might start a war.”
Now Beckflick felt a sense of duty.
He had resolved to correct the apprentice mage who joined yesterday.
Also, the gap between the two would definitely arise because of the difference in talent.
Beckflick wanted to win here against Dam, whom he would never be able to beat later, and claim it as a victory.
“Wait a moment, senior! Dam is only two days old here! She hasn’t even learned magic properly!”
Noman desperately blocked between the two.
No matter what, it was impossible to teach a woman who had only been in the tower for two days with such grotesque methods.
“I-I’ll somehow explain it and make sure she goes to greet you-!”
“Boss is out! If you don’t want to die!”
“…”
Sighs escaped among the other apprentices.
If they had been quieter, Noman would have handled the apprentice.
Instead, the sight of him provoking Noman was truly breathtaking.
“Hah, you heard? It’s justified.”
Beckflick shoved Noman aside and strode forward.
Dam nodded and answered.
“Down here, the loser is walking around with his eyes on the boss.”
“What are you saying…”
She was the first woman to speak so shamelessly.
When Beckflick saw her slightly flustered look and tilted her head with mockery.
“Are you scared? You bastard, afraid to bet your balls with each other?”
“You’re a woman.”
“Ah, wait, I don’t have any.”
“I forgot.”
Muttering that, Dam.
No matter what they had bet, the two decided to accept defeat cleanly.
This way, it wasn’t injustice, just an informal duel.
Beckflick would smile relaxed and swing his staff, but
“Come! Unicorn, spare parts, furidim!”
“…”
“Hm?”
Dam reached her hand toward the sky.
Curious what was happening, they watched as Dam’s mouth moved without stopping.
“Poompabam! Pabababa bam! Palalalram!”
Even she started playing BGM herself.
While pouring out enthusiastic BGM from her mouth, three figures arrived on Dam’s hand from her room.
“When is the most wonderful time for robots! Right when they combine!”
“…”
“Right here and now! I will show you the horizon of a new world! Look upon it! And howl! A grand result that will change the world ahead!”
In a flurry, Dam shouted, and the three figures began to merge.
It wasn’t merging into something grand.
They were just kids playing with clay and then bundled up all together to tidy up.
What came out at the end was…
“…a hammer?”
A hammer.
No, precisely, a hammer head.
“Ah, shit. I made it too big.”
I wanted to make a hammer, but because I set the size too big, I could only make the hammer head.
“A grand result… is it a hammer?”
“It’s not a hammer! It’s a god!”
I had no idea what she was saying, but Beckflick decided to stop thinking.
He didn’t need to use magic.
He would just hit the woman with the staff, wipe his feet, and go to sleep.
“Ah, that would be nice.”
Dam, hugging the hammer head, reached out her hand.
Suddenly, a vast amount of mana snatched away the staff Beckflick was holding!
“W-what-!”
Beckflick had thrown all his mana and strength into resisting.
But the power of mana was too overwhelming.
“Hoo hoo.”
And Beckflick’s staff merged with the hammer head into one massive hammer.
“Whoa.”
“Insane…”
“Y-you took my senior’s staff just now?”
Dam couldn’t use any magic, but she was very familiar with handling mana.
Having spent a whole year creating extremely delicate miniatures and models, it was a result born from that.
“Come on! Are you ready?!”
“Wait, wait-!”
Beckflick, who had lost his weapon, shouted, but Dam had already lifted the large hammer with one hand.
How was it possible with her lacking strength? She wasn’t even holding it, mana was supporting it.
“My hammer is-!”
I wanted to proudly shout that it would pierce the sky, but thinking about it, how could a hammer pierce the sky?
“Um…”
Dam, hesitating, just yelled.
“Hammeraaaah!”
Bwaaaaak!
God Mode
The three figures merged with a sound like a toy being squished together, and suddenly a massive hammer materialized in Dam’s hands.
It was enormous, yet perfectly balanced, as if it had been waiting for her all along.
Dam swung it once, and the air itself screamed.
“Waaah! This is awesome! The first robot I’ve ever had… feels so good!”
Beckflick stood frozen, his mouth agape.
The staff that had been his pride, the one he had bragged about to the Tower Master as his signature weapon, was now gone.
Replaced by this absurdly oversized hammer.
“Senior… you’re really gone.”
Mephil muttered, half-laughing, half-shocked.
Dam’s eyes, with that crazed glint, gleamed as she gazed at the hammer.
She felt the mana flow through her fingers like it was alive.
This was the power she had always craved.
Not the mana of a mage.
The raw, unfiltered mana of a mecha otaku.
“Next! Next robot!”
She didn’t stop.
The previous figures had only been practice.
Real fusion began now.
The three little toys didn’t just merge into one hammer.
They kept coming.
One after another, figures started gathering around her, drawn by her mana.
“Take this! Alien, robot, demon!”
“…”
“Prepare for fusion!”
Dam’s mouth moved faster.
Her voice echoed with mechanical sounds mixed with anime catchphrases.
“Poompabam! Pabababa bam! Palalalram! Vroom-vroom! Kya-kiaa!”
The figures swirled around her like satellites, their plastic bodies spinning in mid-air.
Eventually, they all converged into one perfect form.
A humanoid robot.
Not a small model.
A full-sized mecha, easily taller than Beckflick, with gleaming metal plating and glowing eyes.
It stood on two legs, but had heavy thrusters on its back, as if it could fly.
Its arms were articulated, ending in massive weapons.
And on its chest, a chest plate with a raised sword and shield.
The final fusion.
Dam.
In human form, she was breathtaking.
In mecha form, she was legendary.
“Behold! The first transformed robot of the Iron Magic Tower!”
Dam shouted, voice amplified by mana.
She struck a pose, and the robot mimicked her perfectly.
Beckflick dropped to his knees.
“Senior… what the hell is this?”
Dam turned to him, tilting her head.
“You’re the one who said talent is everything.”
She raised the giant hammer high.
“And this… is the first result.”
The hammer swung down with a boom that shook the corridor.
The impact was so strong that the walls cracked.
But the robot stood unharmed, its thrusters firing to stabilize.
Beckflick’s face was pale.
He had lost his staff.
He had lost his pride.
He had lost everything.
But what he saw next was worse.
Dam’s new robot was already moving.
It wasn’t just standing.
It was walking.
Step by step, toward Beckflick.
“Wh-what are you—”
The robot’s arm raised.
Not a hand.
A cannon.
“Die, you bastard!”
Beckflick tried to run.
But the robot was faster.
It fired.
A beam of light exploded where he had been.
The wall behind him turned to dust.
“Gah!”
Beckflick fell, coughing.
Dam’s robot stood over him, its sword pressed to his throat.
The cannon still humming.
Dam stepped forward, her silver-blue hair flowing, her huge breasts rising and falling with each breath.
She looked down at Beckflick, who was terrified.
Her blue eyes with the crazed glint met his.
“Senior,” she said, voice still rough but softer, “I’m not gonna beat you this time.”
Beckflick blinked.
“What?”
Dam grinned.
“I’m gonna show you how good I am.”
She tapped the robot’s chest plate.
“Next fusion incoming!”
The robot’s chest opened.
More figures began merging.
But this time, it was faster.
Dam’s mana was growing.
Her talent wasn’t just high.
It was overwhelming.
And she was only just starting.
Beckflick watched, paralyzed.
The Iron Magic Tower had welcomed its new Archmage.
And the era of mecha had officially begun.