Gale rubbed his forehead and stood up.
His head hurt; he had seen fragments of the memories of the previous inheritor of the War Hammer Titan.
These fragmented memories of the Tybur family girl named Lara saddened him.
Lara's memories were not particularly special, but Gale saw her family celebrating her birthday; her brother bringing her a cake, laughter filling the air, and her wearing a birthday princess tiara.
Now that girl was dead, no one would celebrate her birthday anymore; she would never see her family and friends again.
At this moment, after inheriting the War Hammer Titan, Gale truly understood that girl.
Perhaps what he had just seen regarding the Founding Father had also been transmitted through these fragmented memories.
In fact, now that he had inherited the power of the War Hammer Titan and calmed his mind to sense it,
He needed a clear objective to use the Titan's power. He cut the palm of his hand, thinking about creating a small load-bearing support component.
A flash of lightning appeared, and transparent crystals condensed in his palm, diamond-like crystals rapidly covering his right hand up to his forearm.
Although it was his first time using the power of the War Hammer Titan, it did not feel unfamiliar.
He did not need to be completely covered in crystals to create all kinds of things using the abilities of the War Hammer Titan.
It was as if he were wearing a diamond glove on his right hand; the unstable substance deformed in his hand like clay.
These substances, originally incredibly hard, gained flexibility and malleability in Gale's hands.
He quickly created a bolt and a threaded nut, which looked somewhat crude. He focused his attention, meticulously modifying the threads, and within moments, it became a usable component.
He was skilled with this ability, capable of making localized changes to his body, a sensation similar to the partial transformations of other intelligent Titans.
After a brief test, he hardened his entire body, assuming his complete War Hammer Titan form.
Yes, enclosing himself within a crystal core was the complete form of the War Hammer Titan. That giant, mobile body was a "puppet" created by the War Hammer Titan's abilities; he could transfer his consciousness into that "puppet."
In his complete form, he could create even more intricate parts and objects, several times larger than his own body.
Mass production required immense concentration; manufacturing too many items simultaneously would feel as if his head were about to explode.
This Titan seemed to derive its power from the computational and mental abilities of its inheritor.
Gale withdrew his power and let out a long sigh.
A delicate bolt rested in his hand; it could be used wherever necessary. Although it had lost its malleability and hardness, it possessed strength far superior to the steel that Paradis Island could produce.
The final piece of the nuclear bomb puzzle was now in his hands.
He stood before the door, mysterious markings appearing on his face. A burst of lightning erupted, and a thick, crystalline arm extended from his back, tearing through his shirt.
The immense power of the War Hammer Titan flung open the heavy iron door.
Hange stared at him as he emerged, knowing that the ritual had concluded.
"Your gaze has changed."
"Yes, I had some rather unpleasant visions that have slightly changed the way I think about Titans," Gale said while looking at his right hand.
"A vision?"
"Yes, memories from the previous inheritor and something about the Founding Titan..." After saying that, Gale whispered, "Now, with this power, we will have the opportunity to obtain absolute power."
Without a doubt, with that power he could obtain the freedom he desired so much, just like Ymir.