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State: Larval Form
Physical Energy: 11/11
Burst Strength: 10/55
Fullness: 95%
Active Ti: 110 hours
Energy Points: 12/5000
Chen Fei took a mont to glance at the system's "Individual Information".
10 Energy Points in hand, but... what's that good for?
The cheapest "Physical Evolution Database" on the first page of the "Skill Shop" costs 99 Energy Points, and he was still 87 points short. He had no idea when he would be able to gather enough.
Arriving at the recycle station, Chen Fei saw a huge rectangular solid made of neatly stacked cardboard boxes with clear edges and corners.
The repeatedly sifted and cleaned wreckage of the fighter jets had finally been brought here, and they had been violently disassembled. tals were with tals, plastics with plastics, and even standard fasteners had been sorted and packed into cardboard boxes.
Such ticulous work could only be done by the chanical repair team.
For others, facing modular assembly components, they wouldn't know where to begin and could only stare blankly.
Lack of technological skills ant that violent cuts were another matter.
Disassembled like this, it did save a lot of trouble.
At least it wasn't necessary to throw everything into a reaction tank for biological degradation.
"Eat it directly, or slt it first?"
Chen Fei looked toward the eager female tallic Dragon.
Applying the philosophy of cuisine to tal slting, Emmm... he could truly get creative.
Just take flour as an example, it's all about creativity!
"Of course, it's..." Yilan instinctively wanted to choose direct consumption, but before she could speak, she suddenly changed her mind.
"Of course, it's to try different alloy formulas."
The taste of different tal compositions would vary, and previously, being preoccupied with filling their bellies, they seldom had the chance to order such a al.
The Slan Dynasty of Cangqiong Star never indulged the tallic Dragons they reared, providing food that was only sufficient for warmth and satiation, rarely offering a change in flavor.
In fact, it was already quite good for the juvenile dragons to eat their fill. To dream of a refined diet and achieve Mithril freedom, even if they ruled over the entire Empire of Cangqiong Star, it would still be too much to bear.
Blue Star's reserves of Mithril were much richer than those of Cangqiong Star, virtually ubiquitous across the planet, with traces in every handful of dirt, but the concentration was extrely low, making it difficult to form ore bodies and limiting the output. Slting was very troubleso, and the cost, while slightly lower than on Cangqiong Star, was still not much lower.
Blue Star itself didn't have enough for its own use, struggling to squeeze out a portion for trade with Cangqiong Star each year. How could they afford to feed it to dragons?
That little bit of trade volu would vanish in just a few bites!
"Understood!"
Chen Fei picked up a box of tal parts and poured it directly into the slting furnace's feed chute.
He hadn't noticed that his strength had inexplicably increased; this box weighed at least forty or fifty pounds, but he handled it easily, without effort.
"And this box too, I sll the scent of Mithril, it's not a low concentration."
The female tallic Dragon approached the pile of boxes, sniffing each one before deftly picking out the one she wanted with her tail.
She opened the cardboard lid and after a careful sniff, there it was – she almost drooled on the spot.
"Mithril? On Blue Star, it's called 'Titanium,' and it's also used in aircraft as a titanium alloy."
Chen Fei wasn't surprised that Yilan could sll Mithril in the box.
Titanium is a magic tal on Cangqiong Star, and on Blue Star, it is a high-strength, lightweight specialty material with particular uses, both considered to have extrely high military value as a strategic resource.
The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" lightweight turboprop attack aircraft, even being a cheap mass-produced item, still used titanium alloy for so structural parts.
The so-called "cheap" is only relative.
"All of these are aircraft parts?"
Yilan paused, then surveyed the boxes up and down, and said with confusion, "Scrap?"
Not only did she sll the titanium alloy, but she also detected a smoky, burnt scent.
Many of the components' surfaces bore traces of various degrees of mottling, including so deford and missing parts.
Even a layperson could tell that these components were scraps, completely unfit to be installed on an aircraft.
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"That's right, all of it!"
Chen Fei took every cardboard box picked out by the female tallic Dragon Yilan to the feeding trough and poured them in.
The empty boxes could be reused and were set aside for the ti being.
Yilan asked hesitantly, "Can all of these be eaten?"
Compared to the rough tallic ingots from yesterday, today's tal parts were of a sowhat higher grade and even contained mithril.
"Of course, if that's what you want!" Chen Fei nodded his head.
The waste sent to the recycling station had no other way to be processed besides breaking down and lting. Even transporting them away required a freight cost, and random disposal would pollute the environnt. Regeneration on-site was the best solution, almost as though creating new value out of thin air.
"I want them, I want them all!" The female tallic Dragon was both shocked and delighted; a al containing mithril was definitely not to be missed.
In the thirty years since she had hatched, Yilan could almost count on one hand the number of tis she had tasted mithril. And the portions had always been very limited, barely enough to satisfy a craving for a taste.
Even then, the little mithril she had managed to obtain had been fervently fought over with her peers from the sa species.
A group of young dragons, none willing to back down, would fight each other fiercely—so much so that they might even have thought about killing their competitors.
"Yilan, could you help identify the tal materials in the boxes and pick out the excess? Let's try to accumulate enough for one or two rough ingots."
Chen Fei continued to open the cardboard boxes, setting aside the ones with fewer tal materials. He planned to throw them all into the reaction tank later, where after a period of biological degradation, the inorganics and tals would finally be separated.
"This is too easy!" Yilan gladly took up Chen Fei's suggestion, without a hint of refusal.
She pounced on the pile of boxes, and thanks to the tallic Dragons' innate ability to sense tal materials, she could tell how much tal each box contained without even opening them. Moving quickly and efficiently, in no ti, she sorted them into two piles, with the majority having more tal substances.
The automatic feeding slting furnace glowed with intense heat as the temperature surged.
All kinds of tal shapes quickly turned red as if they were candle wax, softening and eventually converging into a blob.
A liquid sphere, glowing like a miniature sun, was suspended in the middle of the furnace under the restraint of a magnetic field, with the temperature display reaching 2600 degrees Celsius, fluctuating by less than 10 degrees.
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As the magnetic field shifted, the molten liquid tal sphere fell into a crucible and then slowly poured into a mold. After cooling down, it ford the most basic rough ingots.
If one wanted to reuse these tals, the rough ingots could be processed as raw material. In many places where high requirents were not necessary, the tal products made from these rough ingots were more than sufficient, completely up to the task.
Under the mist of cooling water, the surface of the mold hissed as the steam diffused unremittingly.
A minute later, the rough ingot, still hot to the touch, was removed.
The female tallic Dragon, Yilan, bit into it eagerly.
"The mithril content can reach at least 60%, plus there's dark gold."
The taste of mithril was like cheese, both sweet and savory, while dark gold felt like hazelnuts, both crunchy and fragrant.
The high temperature of 2600 degrees Celsius in the slting furnace had not been enough to lt tungsten (with a lting point of 3410 degrees Celsius), so many un-lted tungsten scraps remained inside the rough ingot, giving it a texture like cheese sticks with a nutty heart.
Every bite was filled with happiness, and the moved Yilan felt like crying.
It wasn't often that tallic Dragons had the opportunity to dismantle attack aircraft and re-lt them for a feast.
Clang!
A half-ingot flew over, crashing heavily in front of Chen Fei.
The female tallic Dragon Yilan soberly said, "Half for you, half for !"
"Ah?"
Chen Fei stared at the rough ingot at his feet, sowhat stunned, noting the fierce bite marks on it.
The idea of a tallic Dragon willingly sharing its food was practically unheard of.
It was instinctive for creatures to protect their food. Even dostic cats and dogs, if soone dared to touch their current al, a snap would be the lightest punishnt—the more temperantal ones might turn aggressive and disown you on the spot.
If even ordinary animals behaved like that, how much more so for the notoriously temperantal and malicious tallic Dragons? Anyone daring to touch their food would face a relentless fight to the death. That was standard operating procedure.
Yilan, eager to share the delicious al and her emotions, urged, "Eat it while it's hot, it's both fragrant and tender!"
It seed she had sowhat forgotten that the one in front of her was a human, not a tallic Dragon.
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