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Eating at a food stall, Feng Xue gradually heard the sound of workers chatting and drinking after work.
From discussing another country on the other side of the Earth causing trouble at ho to the gossip about so young person at the factory, they fully showcased the trait of middle-aged n who dared to say anything once they started drinking.
And from their fluctuating conversations, Feng Xue roughly understood the situation of this era—
"History and international trends don’t seem too different... Hmm, this could be an issue with the retrieval channel of Infinite City itself, since I haven’t heard any strange beliefs. The exclamations in their lingo are mostly various curse words instead of phrases like ’God’ or ’Oh my God,’ which are typical in areas with a strong religious atmosphere. Judging from their body structure and the details when they discuss work, there shouldn’t be obvious black technology here; at least, this world still relies on planes and cannons for warfare."
Summarizing slightly in his mind, Feng Xue did not trust it entirely. After all, in these street talk bragging-style chats, saying so strange things was not surprising—given the infamous "Three Gorges’ 500 million" incident, Feng Xue thought it better not to trust any information involving numbers that ca out of their mouths.
After finishing his ordered dishes, Feng Xue observed others paying and casually created two large bills to settle his bill. This was the advantage of having physical currency; having seen it once, Feng Xue could produce genuine currency—even that which couldn’t be caught with verification codes.
He could say quite responsibly that wherever Feng Xue found himself in any modern world, he could collapse a nation’s currency trust with counterfeited money.
However, now he was beyond such low-level amusents. Or rather, the power provided by such trivial acts as printing fake money was insufficient to make him expend his Identity to sustain it. This could even lead to a link to so of the inco from the Money Printer tag, forcing Feng Xue to share so of Libra’s Identity with this unwanted Kaidan.
Adjusting his mindset slightly, Feng Xue found a newsstand, now nearly obsolete by the 2020s, and bought so newspapers, also picking up a few fashion and shopping-thed magazines, attempting to analyze so detailed aspects from them.
In an unknown world, he planned to play it safe initially, but if no clues were found, he could start setting things up imdiately.
Even though this era’s backdrop made stirring up Kaidan relatively difficult, making a big enough commotion would ensure it could happen, no matter how challenging.
Rubbing out a stack of large bills, Feng Xue located a hardware store and adeptly purchased stainless steel plates, welding rods, acid solvent, circuit boards, and other such items. Just as in his original world, people in this era—especially those with so skill or knowledge base—loved crafting DIY projects. Unlike modern DIY’s pursuit of individuality, this was pure necessity due to lack of money.
A water heater cost several hundred, while an ordinary worker’s monthly salary was only a few hundred. Instead of buying a heater, people preferred finding two iron barrels, installing a throttle valve, brushing on a layer of black paint, connecting so plastic pipes, and converting it into a solar water heater. Afterward, by wrapping a few saw blades, they could improvise an electric heater usable even in winter (my family did exactly this when I was young).
This whole setup cost only around ten yuan. If the household was part of a state-owned factory, there were chances to acquire oil barrels and pipes at ultra-low prices, further reducing costs.
This led to hardware stores selling everything, making even building a pneumatic rifle with a few gas cylinders and bike tubes feasible.
In such an era of potential for both incarceration and imprisonnt, Feng Xue easily procured parts difficult to obtain in the following decades. Then, he found an inn and took out his smartphone—
Not for making calls, as it stored nurous design plans.
...
"Damn!"
Feng Xue bolted upright from bed, although already a Kaidan entity, he broke into a cold sweat, not even knowing what had happened. It felt as though he had a terrifying dream, yet he couldn’t rember anything upon review.
"This shouldn’t be!" Feng Xue pressed his brow vigorously. Though this did not essentially help, it seed to provide enough suggestion to gradually soothe his spirit.
He imrsed his consciousness into his soul platform, scrutinizing himself through the Bright Mirror etched with countless mysterious runes.
The sky of his inner world was still filled with stars, each star bearing mysteries corresponding with the runes on the mirror. The rocks underfoot stretched endlessly into the void, seemingly without end.
His reflection in the mirror had a human form, but clusters of Kaidan Fire were vividly visible, strings of cognition-woven information interweaving to form this Kaidan entity nad Feng Xue.
Everything appeared unchanged, yet Feng Xue was certain sothing had indeed happened.
For with both his current spirit realm and the boosts from the Mystical Lord Secret Scripture (Bing Study) that elevated the Bu Tiange Secret Manual to supermodel levels, being startled into a cold sweat by a dream and unable to recall such a terrifying dream was impossible.
"Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."
Feng Xue muttered this famous line, pulled his spirit back from his inner world, and returned to the humble hotel room. He carefully examined every object within, even deliberately causing so damage. Upon confirming each was a True Object, he finally picked up an electric kettle on the desk, beginning its reforging.
Feng Xue did not choose many elents. He was heading for a reforging failure and committed only a small portion of Identity.
As reforging comnced, the electric kettle instantly twisted, but at that mont, Feng Xue sensed a certain discord again. Simultaneously, the kettle, which should have failed, succeeded.
Na: Phantom Object·Electric Kettle
Elents: Tool, Container, Water Kettle, Electrical Appliance
Description: An unremarkable blue electric kettle with markings that perhaps an sothing unknown. For so reason, holding it gives one hope.
Note: Try using it to make instant noodles at four in the morning.
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"Although..." Feng Xue had no extra thoughts about this kettle. More than the success of this reforging, he cared about the montary discord.
Feng Xue sighed, extracted a Pseudo Artifact from his wrapped bundle, and ceased the Identity supply. Watching the Pseudo Artifact gradually evaporate, a serious expression appeared on his face—
"Indeed, without realizing, I’ve been influenced by a Kaidan... When exactly? After I slept last night? Or after the vending machine dispensed a drink? Perhaps... only after arriving in this world?"
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