This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 483 - 483 255 News from the Outside World, Everyone'

483: Chapter 255: News from the Outside World, Everyone’s Little Sches – Part 2 483: Chapter 255: News from the Outside World, Everyone’s Little Sches – Part 2 Des, with his back to them, was looking down as if he had noticed nothing.

Soon after, Li Ming was the first to leave.

Half an hour later, Des frowned and said, “There’s a data calculation error, I need to go back and check it.

Luo’er, co with to help record it.”

“Yes.” Luo’er quickly responded, while the other experintal personnel cast envious glances his way.

Being able to communicate closely with a Major chanic was a trendous honor.

This Luo’er was one of the lucky ones recently, having had interactions with a few Major chanics.

In recent days, Des had been doing sothing similar, giving special guidance to so of the experintal staff.

Luo’er carefully followed Des back to his room.

“Sit anywhere, just wait for a mont.” Des said casually, as he began working on his portable desktop smart terminal.

With anti-peeking asures in place, Luo’er couldn’t see the screen clearly.

He looked around and his gaze suddenly settled on a fist-sized, over ten-centiter tall figurine, depicting a slender woman with green hair in a lively yet elegant pose.

His face suddenly flushed with excitent, “Glori!”

“Hmm?” Des looked over, and Luo’er said with a scared face, “Your Excellency, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, you’re talking about that thing, right?” Des’ attitude seed very amiable, “The Glori figurine, it’s a co-branded product with Glori.

And yes, Glori is a Sela person.”

“Yes, yes.” Seeing that Des was not blaming him, Luo’er’s expression turned excited, “I’ve been a fan of hers since my ti at the Royal Academy; that’s her signature on top, right?

One of the exclusive limited edition of a thousand signed pieces.”

“No.” Des shook his head, stood up, walked over to the figurine of Glori, and picked it up, “This is not one of the signed editions.”

“Look at these burrs, the uneven marks, and this signature, it even has correction marks.”

Initially, Luo’er was startled, but then blurted out in shock, “Is this a mold prototype?”

“Correct.” Des nodded, “The factory that produces these is actually under my managent.”

With that, Des casually tossed the figurine over to Luo’er, who hurriedly caught it and then looked up blankly.

“It’s yours now.”

Luo’er, in a daze, his eyes wide and breathing fast, said, “This, this is too precious…”

Even the limited edition of a thousand had been speculated up to a hundred thousand Star Coins before he ca in.

Not to ntion this kind of mold prototype, although it seed flawed, it actually had more collectible value, probably worth no less than a million Star Coins.

When he was lured here and signed a contract with the Torch Organization, working for ten years would only net him two million Star Coins.

“I like you.” Des waved his hand casually, “Just keep it if I told you to.”

“I just rembered sothing, I need to bring Connet over.”

“Oh, oh.” Only then did Luo’er co back to his senses and carefully put away the Glori figurine.

Just as he was about to follow Des out, he heard the latter shake his head, “Never mind, let’s wait a few days to find him, the current data error is more important.”

“Uh…” Hearing this, Luo’er hesitated, carefully asking, “Is your matter, big?”

“What’s the matter?” Des countered with a frown, “You want to know?”

Looking at Des’ stern face, Luo’er quickly explained, “Don’t get wrong, I don’t an to pry into your privacy, it’s just…

just…

just…”

“Just what?” Des pressed on, staring at him.

Luo’er was taken aback and for so reason felt a little dizzy.

He blurted out, “It’s just that the leader might leave in a while, and then you won’t be able to find him.”

Des was surprised, “Leave?

How do you know?”

“I have a friend…” Once he started, Luo’er found it easier to speak.

“So that’s how it is…” Des muttered thoughtfully, but then asked, “Do you know what Connet is going to do?”

“That…” Luo’er seed even more troubled.

“Do you really know?” Des was surprised, “Don’t worry, I’m staying here, and I won’t tell anyone else.”

Luo’er looked at the Glori figurine in his hand and said helplessly, “Supposedly, he’s going to sacrifice to a very powerful Dinsion Life.”

At this point, Luo’er was actually sowhat proactive, “Your Excellency Des, have you ever heard of sothing that can make dreams co true?”

“Dreams co true?

You an to weave reality?” Des changed his expression and his gaze shifted, “Does the Dinsion Life that Connet went to sacrifice possess this ability?”

“Supposedly it does, but the last sacrifice seed to fail, and they were chased and attacked by the Yitelan Civilization, suffering considerable losses,” Luo’er muttered, “I always feel that it’s unlikely.

What do you think?”

“It’s not in accordance with the laws of the universe.

Even Dinsion Life can’t possibly do that,” Des agreed with a nod.

“I think so too.” Luo’er seed invigorated by the affirmation.

Weaving reality is of course against common sense, but that Dinsion Life might be able to achieve it in another way.

It’s just that the way it manifests appears as if it’s weaving reality.

For him, this isn’t good news; Torch Organization actually still has this kind of trump card.

Des found it troubleso, instinctively wanting to contact Asimara to stop Connet.

He speculated that sacrificing that Dinsion Life must require a specific area; otherwise, Connet had no reason to leave the Torch Organization base.

Moreover, the last sacrifice was thwarted by the Yitelan Civilization; it should be much simpler than finding this base.

Thinking this, he felt an urgency rising in his heart, wanting to inform Asimara as soon as possible; this could be a great accomplishnt.

But looking at Luo’er in front of him, he also couldn’t help but harbor so doubts.

This news, if important, doesn’t seem very important; since the other party is a mber inside the Torch Organization, it’s certainly possible they would hear about it.

But if not important, it still could be used to infer the Torch Organization’s next move.

Is this news really true, or is it just baseless rumors among lower-level mbers of the Torch Organization?

Connet thought for a mont, then spoke, “Thank you for the news, I will contact Connet later.”

Hearing him speak thus, Luo’er’s face turned pale in panic, and then blanched, as he hurriedly said:

“Lord Des, I beg you, don’t tell the leader about this.”

“Don’t worry,” Des reassured with a smile.

After waiting a mont, Des pretended to calculate the data errors, and then the two got up and left the room.

The instant Luo’er stepped out of Des’s room, his expression was distant, and for so reason, the words he had just spoken interweaved in his mind from ti to ti.

“I have a friend…

I have a friend…

what’s my friend’s na…”

For a mont, he couldn’t quite recall.

This thought had just erged when it was overwheld by other surging thoughts.

An inexplicable panic suddenly flooded out like a tide; how could he have casually spoken such important news?

Even if Lord Des couldn’t contact the outside, this was still a severe breach of protocol.

Luo’er was gripped with unease, face pale, but subconsciously he didn’t ponder how he had co to know this news.

He clutched the Glori figurine in his pocket, followed behind Des, and returned to the Core Laboratory.

anwhile, in Warehouse No.1 of the Torch Organization base.

Li Ming was standing in front of a neatly arranged array of blood-red alloy bricks, next to a middle-aged man with a dazed expression.

The blood-colored light emitted from the alloy cast the entire storage room in red, and the sinister blood glow was disquieting.

One could faintly see many strange symbols engraved on these brick-like alloys.

“Rune technology…” Li Ming murmured, it was a rather complex technological tree.

However, its mainstream civilization, the Eternal Brilliance Federation, was quite distant from the Star Abyss Empire.

Only on so peculiar objects could traces related to it be seen; energy conduit patterns were one of its derivative technologies.

“Boiling Blood Alloy…” he whispered to himself, trying to pick up a piece and begin absorbing tal energy.

The tal energy flowed continuously but he soon stopped.

“923 points of tal energy…” Li Ming pondered, years of experience had allowed him to estimate the tal energy content based on the absorption rate.

“That is to say, this one has about nine thousand tal energy.” Li Ming did the math, looked at the dazed middle-aged man beside him, and asked, “How many pieces of Boiling Blood Alloy are there in total here?”

“Three thousand pieces,” the man replied dully.