Chapter 384: 0326 Root_1
[Na: The Foot of Fitness (Sacred, Flesh and Blood)]
[Appearance: A human right foot sculpture with smooth muscles and clear joints, resembling marble]
[Ability: Sacred Aura, Sturdy Flesh and Blood]
[Cost: The body would beco as heavy as marble, slightly reducing movent speed]
[File: Arcane Inheritor Leon Laine crafted this Special Anomalous Object using two secret techniques from the Purification Bureau, with fragnts of the Baiyan Holy Spirit’s right foot toe, to make the user’s right foot as beautiful as a god’s statue in a temple, while slightly enhancing movent speed]
[Evaluation: The least valuable sacred creation in history, bar none]
[Contamination Value: 0.1 (Maximum Contamination Value 49)]
"..."
*The effect was to slightly increase movent speed, but the cost was to slightly decrease it? I sped up only to slow down again?*
After touching the marble right foot floating in the pot, even though he was prepared for the creation of a useless anomalous object, Leon still fell into silence.
*This situation... sohow felt slightly familiar...*
After touching the cufflinks in his pocket, he took out the [Egg of Sharpness] crafted in front of the Taurus Pavilion, and upon seeing the evaluation "the least valuable demon creation in history," Leon’s mouth twitched violently.
*Maybe I should just give up. I really don’t seem to have any talent in this area...*
...
*Is it over?*
Watching Leon stop, no longer stirring the green concoction in the pot, the third generation director standing beside him grabbed the ladle, fished out the marble right foot from the pot, and took a sharp intake of breath.
"You... this is what you created with Holy Spirit level materials?"
Hearing this, Leon couldn’t help but blush, nodding shafully...
"Um..."
"No, no, no! This can’t be!"
Holding the pristine marble right foot, the third generation director gestured with it for a while, infused his own power, and attempted to activate it multiple tis, finally exclaiming with bewildernt, "This can’t be right! These are Holy Spirit level materials after all... how could it possibly... *Darn... hey, you! Can’t you tell the function of an anomalous object by just touching it? After touching it, what was the result? What exactly is this thing’s ability?*"
"This can make a person slightly faster, but it also slightly slows them down by making their body heavier..."
"And then what?"
"Then... uh... it can make a person’s right foot a bit prettier."
"I could see that already. So what then? What’s its core ability?"
"Uh... that’s it."
"..."
"This can’t be!!!"
After several attempts with [The Foot of Fitness], the third generation director found it was indeed as Leon said; aside from making the right foot seem divine, it had no other abilities, leading him to squat beside the pot and painfully tear at his hair.
*Damn it! These are Holy Spirit level materials! Holy Spirit! Even if you just tossed the materials in the pot and did nothing, it wouldn’t end up like this, would it? How the hell did you accomplish this?*
"Co on! Craft another one! Let
see!"
Unable to fathom how Leon could manage this, the red-eyed old man with the square head got up with a start, rifled through the pile of materials, tossed two items into the large iron pot, and grit his teeth while commanding, "Quick, craft! Let
see how exactly you’re doing this!"
...
[Na: Demon Registry (Corruption, Record)]
[Appearance: A scroll with ferocious, bright red patterns, emitting a faint sulfurous scent; when touched, one might occasionally hear an enraged roar of a great demon]
[Ability: Nas of Demons, Na Recording]
[Cost: It might startle people with sudden roars]
[File: Arcane Inheritor Leon Laine crafted this Special Anomalous Object using two secret techniques from the Purification Bureau, with Hell Redstone powder and the toughest small piece of skin from the Cursed Pattern Devil’s back. Writing one’s na on it awakens the great demon’s soul sealed inside, which personally translates the user’s na into demon script, giving them a stylish, demonic na]
[Evaluation: This anomalous object successfully dethroned Leon Laine’s first creation, [Egg of Sharpness], as the least valuable demon creation in history, bar none]
[Contamination Value: 0.1 (Maximum Contamination Value 42)]
"..."
With trembling hands, he wrote down his na, and seeing that the Demon Skin Scroll only translated the na into demon script without any change, the third generation director of the Purification Bureau felt the world spinning, then turned around to glare at Leon, eyes afla with frustration:
"Where’s the Redstone? Where’s the Redstone?"
"I obviously tossed in two materials! So why is it only the skin of the Cursed Pattern Devil? Where’s the Redstone powder?"
"Uh... the Redstone powder you tossed in should be on the back of this thing."
Receiving the [Demon Registry] from the trembling hands of the square-headed old man, Leon pointed to the bright red ferocious patterns on the back, saying sowhat apologetically, "Look, these dyed red areas should be the Redstone powder."
"..."
*Dyed... dyed areas?* Hidden in the depths of the Crimson Lotus Hell, only twenty kilograms of Hell Redstone could be mined from a mountain, and you only managed to dye sothing with it?!!!
"How about... we call it a day?"
Seeing the third generation director standing still with both hands holding the [Demon Registry], like a statue, motionless and even stopping his breath, Leon couldn’t bear to continue inflicting misfortune on this unfortunate old man, speaking up uncontrollably, "Third Generation Director, I really haven’t been involved in secret smithing techniques for long, hardly just started. Using the materials you provide right now is such a waste, so why not..."
"No! This isn’t a matter of waste, nor is it about being a beginner! It’s a matter of incompetence, astonishing incompetence!"
After hearing Leon’s words, the third generation director dullly lifted his head, looking at Leon as if he were a monster, and enunciated almost word by word:
"Given the materials I provided, even if it were a pig standing where you are, stirring its hooves in the pot, it wouldn’t produce sothing this incompetent!
Damn it! Did this generation’s Taurus really teach you? You weren’t just tricking , were you?"
"No, no, Taurus His Excellency really did teach ... oh right!"
Recalling his learning experience, Leon said with a peculiar expression, "At that ti, she showed
a piece of history, the situation when the predecessors of the Purification Bureau learned the Taurus Secret Arts, and I learned secret smithing techniques from the people in that mory."
*Learned from people of the past? Does that an this generation’s Taurus didn’t teach him but directly showed him the mory projection of so previous Taurus?*
Hearing this, the third generation director frowned in confusion, then disgustedly asked, "Whose mory of the Taurus Director did you see? Who taught you that crap of a secret smithing technique? Was it the worst-performing sixth generation Taurus?"
"Uh... no, I saw the mory of the third generation Taurus Director."
*The third generation’s mory?*
Hearing Leon’s words, the square-headed old man instinctively frowned. The third generation Taurus was quite capable, perhaps not equal to himself but still among the better ones, and there was no way he’d teach sothing this incompetent, right?
He rembered when he learned secret techniques alongside the Taurus, the Taurus often stood behind him, learning from him, sowhat managing to grasp eighty to ninety percent of his skills...
*Wait, learning from ?!!!*
"..."
"..."
"..."
Seeing the evasive eyes and embarrassnt of Leon, the square-headed old man suddenly awakened, lifting his hand, pointing shakily at his own nose, lips trembling as he inquired, "?"
"Yes."
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