I put the metal board aside.
I took a breath and exhaled, concentrated, and once again filled my hands with magic liquid metal.
In the previous life, I was able to detect even a 1μm defect on a metal board just by the feeling on my fingertips.
Just by hearing the sound, I could distinguish which metal part was defective.
All of it was taught to me by the workers working at the plant; techniques that I gained at their annoyance.
Even after I died and lost my body, the skill was etched onto my soul.
Once again, I imagined a metal board and poured my magic power.