Chapter 125: Chapter 122: Don’t Be Like This, I’m Scared
After Allen received the Recording Crystal from Victor, he dove headfirst into researching the Molten Fire Refining thod.
As expected of an Alchemy Family with a thousand-year legacy, the difficulty of learning this technique was exceptionally high.
It used a special Spiritual Power model to "induce" the formation of a specific energy conduction network from within the material as it was being shaped.
[Analyzing ’Molten Fire Refining thod’ Spiritual Power model... Model analysis at 97%...]
[Optimization node discovered. Recomnding integration of ’Deep Sea Worm Pressure-Resistant Structure’ bionics model...]
DSeek had even discovered a way to optimize the Molten Fire Refining thod.
The theory made sense, but putting it into practice was another matter entirely.
THUD!
A muffled sound echoed from the workshop’s experintal area.
On the workbench, a newly ford tal component was covered in cracks, and the substitute crystal at its center had burned into a black, molten mass.
Another failure. This was already the twelfth specin Allen had ruined.
The Molten Fire Refining thod demanded an absurdly high degree of precision in Spiritual Power control. The slightest deviation in the Spiritual Power model would cause the entire energy channel network within the material to fail.
In theory, he could already simulate the perfect process with DSeek, but when it ca to actual hands-on operation, his hands just couldn’t quite keep up with his brain. Practice was the only way.
"Ah Fu, clean this up." Allen rubbed the bridge of his nose and stood up from his chair.
Just then, an access request alert chid within the workshop.
Allen pulled up the Witchcraft sensory feed. A familiar figure stood in the shadows by the entrance.
Victor Iron Fla.
’He sure has good timing.’
The door opened, and Victor saw a tin-plate butler in a tuxedo bow to him. "Good day, Mr. Tieyan. My master has been expecting you."
Victor’s mouth twitched. ’What’s wrong with this Weisren? Did he get this shoddy chanical Body addicted to roleplaying?’
He walked through the door without another word, his gaze sweeping across the workshop’s interior with a scrutinizing air.
Spacious, clean, and clearly zoned.
Six gray Factory Servants were thodically busy at their respective stations. So were transporting heavy materials, others were finely polishing parts; everything was in perfect order.
And on the workshop’s assembly platform, the massive steel skeleton of a four-ter-tall figure was already taking shape, exuding a heart-pounding, oppressive aura.
’Workshop F-37...’
This was the top-tier Alchemy Workshop for rent in the apprentice district. ’I didn’t think this kid actually had so skill.’
"Allen Wesren, you’ve got quite an operation here," Victor said, walking up to Allen, his voice full of surprise.
"I needed a decent place."
Allen replied casually, making a welcoming gesture. "Ah Fu, serve tea."
"As you wish, sir." The tuxedo-clad Ah Fu bowed and turned toward the rest area.
Victor watched Ah Fu’s retreating back, then glanced at the six "Fortune" series models, a look of interest on his face.
"I’m here to fulfill my promise." Victor withdrew his wandering gaze and focused back on Allen. "And also to see just what you’re building."
"A fair exchange."
Allen nodded calmly. "The design philosophy for the PX-0 project is all here."
He opened his personal terminal and shared a version of the design schematics with Victor, one with the core module paraters redacted.
Victor scanned through it quickly, his expression shifting from surprise to gravity, and finally to a trace of bewildernt.
"Specialized in ground suppression? Humanoid? A hybrid of ranged and close combat, expandable structure... Interesting."
He closed the light screen and got down to business. "Your design concept is very interesting. Now, it’s my turn. Regarding the Molten Fire Refining thod, the Recording Crystal only contains the theory. The true core lies in the practical application of the Spiritual Power model."
The arrogance characteristic of a disciple from an Alchemy Family had returned to Victor.
"We disciples of the Tieyan Family spend years practicing the most basic models from the mont we can first perform ditation. It’s impossible for you to master it in a few days."
He walked over to the experintal bench where Allen had just failed, extended a finger, and probed the scrapped piece of tal with his Spiritual Power.
"Look here. The energy channel beca turbulent at the third node. Your model construction is still too rigid."
Victor looked at Allen with a testing gaze. "That’s the theory for you. But true mastery requires thousands of hours of practice and insight. I can guide you through making your first successful piece, but after that, you’re on your own."
’The implication was clear: he’d teach
this one ti, and we would be even.’
Allen didn’t argue, simply making a "go ahead" gesture.
Victor then deliberately slowed down and demonstrated how to construct the Spiritual Power model.
Allen watched quietly, his dual-core brain and DSeek learning in tandem.
After teaching the model, Victor looked at Allen’s pensive expression and said with a playful smile, "It’s a little difficult, I admit, but with a few more days of practice, you should be able to scratch the surface."
Allen simply walked silently to the control console.
"Thank you very much. Your theory and instruction were truly enlightening. However, I’ve already learned it."
Victor raised an eyebrow. ’What does he an by that?’
"Moreover, I have a new idea. If I combine the ’Deep Sea Worm Pressure-Resistant Structure’ with your family’s technique, the resulting material will be even better."
Victor was stunned.
"Deep Sea Worm... Pressure-Resistant Structure? What is that?"
"A bionic structure," Allen explained without looking up, his hands already moving on the Alchemy Machine’s control console. "It simulates how a deep-sea creature’s tissues deform and channel energy under the pressure of a ten-thousand-ter water column."
’Learned it? And combining it will make it even better?’
Victor almost laughed out of sheer exasperation.
’The core secret technique of the Tieyan Clan, passed down for centuries, and he just says he’ll "combine" it? And that it’ll be better?’
He was about to make a sarcastic remark but was struck speechless by the scene unfolding before him.
The dium-sized Alchemy Machine activated again, and its Spiritual Power guidance device lit up with a soft glow.
The light interwove in the air, rapidly forming a complex, three-dinsional Rune structure.
That structure was all too familiar to Victor—it was the core Spiritual Power model of the Molten Fire Refining thod! Although it was a bit unrefined, the outline was clear and the structure was complete!
’This guy... he really learned the model?!’
’No, that’s not right!’
Victor soon noticed sothing was off.
The familiar Spiritual Power model had suddenly mutated at several key energy nodes!
Countless finer, more complex paths of light extended from the main structure. They didn’t follow the original circular path; instead, they ford a web-like structure he had never seen before, similar to biological fascia, enveloping the entire model.
A type of "energy redundancy and channeling" circuit he had never even conceived of had appeared out of thin air!
The entire Spiritual Power model had beco both familiar and yet utterly alien.
At the sa ti, as the material was fed in, a new "single-use high-energy amplification unit" rapidly took form within the energy field.
When the Alchemy Machine stopped, Victor practically lunged forward, his Spiritual Power eagerly sweeping over the piece of tal that was still warm.
The familiar overall characteristics of a material processed by the Molten Fire Refining thod were clearly discernible.
But... it was also completely different!
The internal energy channels were more stable and more resilient. The newly added web-like structures made it look even more complex.
It was more stable, more efficient.
This was... an evolved version.
Victor’s mind was in turmoil.
He stood there blankly, watching as Allen calmly removed the finished product and checked its various stats with his tools.
"Hm, not bad."
Allen looked up at the petrified Victor and handed over the amplification unit he had just created.
"With my optimization, the material’s tolerance threshold is stably increased by 12.7%. Thanks for sharing."
Victor chanically took the piece of tal. It was warm to the touch.
He looked down at the object in his hand—the culmination of a century of the Tieyan Family’s wisdom, so casually optimized by an outsider—opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a single word.
He hadn’t co today expecting to gain anything from a "technical exchange." He had co rely to take a tour and show off his own techniques.
Instead, he had been thoroughly schooled.
After a long mont, Victor clenched his fist around the tal and bit out through gritted teeth, "Thanks for sharing."
Then he turned and left without another word.
As proud as he was, he simply couldn’t find a single thing to say in response.
Watching Victor’s back as he practically fled in disarray, Allen shrugged.
’All in the spirit of technical exchange. Friendliness is paramount.’
He turned and looked toward the imposing Steel Giant in the center of the workshop.
He had plenty of funds, the main structure was complete, the weapon modules were handled, and the core technical challenge had been solved. Everything was ready.
Allen pulled up the academy’s biological codex, flipped directly to the dangerous creatures section for the Second Ring Belt, and stopped his finger on one of the entries.
[Volcanic Fierce Ape]
"DSeek."
"Plan a hunting route. Target: Second Ring Belt, Fire Elent Highland. Executor..."
"Just ."
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