The room went still, the words sinking like stones in water.
"How is that possible?!" Chul-jun whispered.
"No one can absorb radiation," Chang-min muttered, voice shaking. "No one can convert it!"
Ji-ho stepped closer, his face pale. "Does she control radiation?"
Everyone stared intently, waiting for the answer with their breath held.
Loadon's optics glowed faintly.
"No. Creator does not control radiation. Creator absorbs and converts radiation into infinita force. Radiation is fuel for Creator's gift."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Everyone exchanged stunned glances, the truth too heavy to grasp.
Ji-ho was the first to break it, stepping directly in front of Loadon.
His eyes locked on the mech's glowing optics. "You cannot tell anyone this. Do you understand? We will put her at risk if this spreads."
Loadon stared blankly.
Ji-ho gripped his shoulder, voice rising. "Do you understand?! You cannot tell anyone!"
Loadon answered instantly, voice flat but certain. "Loadon understands. Loadon will never put Creator in danger."
"Good." Ji-ho exhaled, relief flooding his face.
"Now—can you show us your memory logs? We need to understand better."
"Affirmative. Memory logs playing ."
Loadon stepped into the center of the room.
His right optic extended, reshaping into a small lens.
With a whirring click, light spilled out, projecting into the air.
Holographic images flickered to life, glowing with a strange, ethereal clarity.
The logs began.
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The first scene unfolded: Iseul kneeling in her dreamscape domain, sweat streaming down her face as she pressed the last piece into place.
The skeletal form of Loadon rose before her, crafted from light and steel.
Her small hands trembled, and as the creation hummed to life, she collapsed, body drained of infinita force.
Loadon's optics flared awake for the first time. He looked at her—his Creator—and introduced himself.
"Hello, Creator. I am Loader Mecha 001. I am called Loadon. Would you like me to assist you? Maybe with picking up a load or collecting trash?"
She stared in shock at his programming, unable to believe what she had made.
The scene shifted.
Iseul , left through the glowing door of her domain, returning to the scrap below where she was trapped.
Loadon cleared a massive path, lifting debris with impossible strength freeing her..
They worked together, his figure towering, her eyes shining with awe as they worked to clear the area.
Another flicker her getting a good pay day after the items she turned in had low radiation and can be used instantly and her shock and confusion.
Then her encounter with —Do-yoon and his gang surrounding her.
Their sneers, their hands reaching, her trembling act of bravery.
One shoved her, another touched her arm, and she flinched.
Loadon stepped in, eyes glowing, weapons forming.
The gang fled in terror, leaving Iseul crying into her hands.
Loadon stood behind her, silent, watching, as she clung to his leg for comfort.
She scolded her siblings when they climbed on him, her voice sharp as she warned them not to damage him.
Later, she built him a rooftop room from scrap metal, welding and hammering late into the night.
On his first evening there, she placed a blanket over him like he was human, whispering goodnight before slipping away.
Every morning after, she visited him before her brothers woke, talking endlessly while he listened, silent sentinel.
She spoke of worries, dreams, and the impossible weight on her shoulders.
He listened, recording every word.
The scenes rolled: Loadon sitting with Yong-won, watching Zepo Man cartoons on a cracked screen; helping Hyun-woo with his robot, fixing its laser; sparring with Beom-seok and Chang; Hanseul laughing in the background.
Nights under the stars, mornings with sunrise light painting their faces.
Then—the scrapper yard.
Do-yoon's gang again, then the rumbling of twisted earth.
Mutated animals poured in, bodies swollen with radiation.
Iseul's fear, her shouting, Loadon's voice warning: Hostiles approaching.
The chaos, the screams.
Iseul diving into the fray where Hae-won was trapped, surrounded.
Her voice breaking as she screamed her name.
Hae-won bleeding, begging her to leave, insisting she was young and had siblings to protect.
Her last words meant for Joon-seok.
Iseul's mind shattered when Hae-won stopped replying.
Radiation storms swelled, purple clouds rising as animals died violently, torn apart by an unseen force.
The door to her domain appeared, glowing, sucking in everything—radiation, corpses, twisted steel.
She clawed through corpses with her bare hands, digging Hae-won's mangled body from the pile, sobbing as she saw missing limbs and chewed flesh.
Her vomiting from the sight. Then hugging hae-won, shaking, crying.
The storm thickened, swallowing the horizon.
Loadon's voice: faint heartbeat, hurry, Creator.
Save her.
Her power flared.
Radiation clouds imploded, sucked into her domain.
Hae-won's body lifted, metal melted, reshaping into a healing box.
Limbs reformed, bones created anew, flesh knitting as if time reversed.
Her gift ignored her own bleeding, her own weakness, pouring everything into healing her friend.
They saw that the blood leaking from iseul and pieces of broken skin coming from her and she didn't realize she used her own body to grow new Limps for hae-won.
iseul her self didn't realize that her leaking blood was pulled into her infinita force with small pieces or her torn skin building and growing in reading and merging their dna.
Loadon seeing this begged her to stop, voice shaking, but she pressed on, screaming that she would make her whole again.
Gasps filled the real room as the projection played.
The impossible healing, the creation of limbs from small pieces of her body and this magical and unique force—it was beyond anything known.
And then—the moment of collapse. Iseul falling unconscious, Loadon catching her.
The rest unfolded—their frantic rush, their fear, their escape.
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The logs ended.
Silence swallowed the room.
It was a suffocating weight, thicker than steel.
No one moved, no one spoke.
Each of them was lost in the gravity of what they had just seen.
What she held inside her was extremely powerful a gift.
It was something else entirely unknown.
Something that could change everything—or maybe destroy everything.
They had to help her learn how to control it though they didnt know exactly what to do, but they felt they had to do something to help her before things get out of hand.
And still, iseul didn't even know the true depth of her gift power.