Chapter 439: 《Damn! Am I Surrounded by Peers?!》

In the short dead silence, everyone fell into silence.

Ji Jue smiled, Bao drank water, Yu Shu was dumbfounded.

Didn't know why the two of them didn't speak, felt like something was wrong, but couldn't say it, inexplicably had a feeling that the dance of three people is so hard to dance.

Bao Dacai's thoughts on what he was pondering aside, Ji Jue's feeling at this moment was also dividedly complex—this feeling of clearly sitting together, but being able to make up three pairs of peers... too fucking ghostly.

The tacit understanding between artisans goes without saying. With the other party's ability, it's impossible not to have researched Deep and Stagnant aspects. After all, the unique skills of an artisan that can see the light are the minority.

As for Nirvana...

Grass, the only one I don't want is this peer!

No way, everyone says artisans are weird, the moral bottom line of the Remnants is too low, but that also depends on the type. After all, no matter what, the Ring of Taiyi is a positive organization recognized by all parties, and the Artisan Association, although it might defect to Deep at any minute, is also a man who wants face.

But these brothers of Nirvana are real lunatics.

They do things that are anti-social and anti-present world, targeting indiscriminate massacres against the Empire and the Federation. The first thing they do when they open their eyes every day is to carry their heads on their pants and engage in terrorist attacks.

Not to mention anything else, just in the year or so since Ji Jue became a chosen one, he has killed a King of the Red State, a Prince of the Empire, a Minister of the Federation, and two Generals, plus sent the Emperor of the Empire into the ICU's luxury suite for long-term stay... giving people infinite surprises with shocking wisdom at any time.

Although the fierce work is unkillable, it's too fucking much.!

Biased, Ji Jue, to some extent, really has an inseparable relationship with these guys.

Even if you put aside the relationship with Ye Xian, he is at least the only successor of fluid alchemy in the world, the direct disciple of Sage Mercury, and there is also the Non-Attack Matrix of the former Mohists.

As a terrorist organization established by the remnants of the Mohists, the relationship between Nirvana and Mo is also intertwined. No wonder the internal gestures and cut-off points came out as soon as they met.

After all, it is no secret that Ji Jue possesses Non-Aggression, and he is, moreover, the red-hot, rising star of the Embers who managed to hand-craft Heavenly Work within less than a year of registering as an artisan.

If this resume wasn't clean enough in a certain sense, and his background wasn't able to withstand various meanings, I'm afraid he would have had to go to the Security Bureau's absolute prison, and be arranged with the identity of a key observation object.

If this place wasn't a dream, Ji Jue would have had to ponder how to draw a line.

As for now...

Forget it, everyone has fallen to this extent, the big brother doesn't laugh at the second brother, you go out and be anti-social, I go out and pick up trash, each walks their own path, doesn't hinder hugging for warmth now.

"Mr. Ji, Old Bao is the logistics supervisor and artisan in the camp. During the time I first came, he also took care of me a lot."

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to fall into embarrassment, Yu Shu introduced them: "And Mr. Ji is..."

"Heavenly Work Artisan, after all."

Bao smiled and said: "The founder of Coastal Industry, long heard of the name. I even bought your tricycle. As for the Association, the name is even more thunderous."

"Where, where, small things, not worth mentioning."

Ji Jue offered a warm, polite smile.

After all, there is such a layer of relationship, although vigilance and suspicion are occupational diseases rooted in artisans, but as long as you don't go to the door of Coastal Industry to write a counter-poem to earn yourself into Nirvana, he is easy to talk to.

"This is the wheelchair used for injured members before, in a hurry, only had time to change the size."

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's already a big help."

Ji Jue's smile carried some sincerity. After all, staying in the human stick state for a long time, even if you don't need to eat, drink, or go to the toilet, it's inconvenient.

"This degree, can't be counted as help."

Bao Dacai put down the water cup, suddenly invited: "Anyway, can't sleep, want to go to the factory and sit for a while? There are more tools and equipment there.

After all, I think Mr. Ji doesn't want to keep this appearance for a long time, right?"

First meeting, and invite others into your workshop? Even if you are already thirsty for fine jade, there's no need to be so blatant, right?

Ji Jue lifted his head, looking at him. Bao Dacai just smiled warmly, as if the invitation just made was just a stroll.

Soon, Ji Jue also laughed.

Nodded, "Okay."

Thus, Bao Dacai's smile became more and more pleasant, the wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch out.

"A bit simple, don't be surprised."

To say simple, it is indeed simple.

Bao Dacai really didn't have any humility, simple to the extreme.

A few minutes later, Yu Shu pushed the wheelchair and arrived at the factory in Bao Dacai's mouth. It was really a factory, and it was a simple factory like a family handicraft workshop, at most with some auxiliary circuits and spiritual quality isolation commonly used in workshops,

At the door, you could see several vehicles parked and disassembled, waiting for repair.

Good, case solved, it's you, this old man, who repaired the car into that hanging appearance, right?!

Inside the factory, there were common lathes, milling machines, presses, and many equipment, but if there were special requirements, I'm afraid I could only hand-rub them.

Besides that, there was a furnace, but it could only be said to be barely enough.

"Conditions are simple, please forgive me."

Bao Dacai didn't care at all, smiled self-deprecatingly: "This inside is different from the present world, many materials are not available, even if they are, the performance and effect are vastly different from the outside.

After all, alchemy is not a popular subject. Most people naturally can't imagine things they haven't heard of. Even the foundation of existence is not there, not to mention there is no blessing... Besides basic physical interference, I can only hold Buddha's feet temporarily, take out some mechanical engineering."

Difference between inside and outside.

In this world composed of phantasms, no matter how real it is, it is ultimately different from the outside. Massive delusions and scattered thoughts overlap and entangle with each other, finally supporting the skeleton of the phantasm, which becomes 'consensus'.

Heaven is round and earth is square, the sea is boundless.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, apples fall from trees... everything that is reasonable is reasonably projected into this phantasm.

Biased because of the barrier of knowledge, it makes it difficult for Supreme Goods and Great Sins to be known, not to mention looking for traces. Without Supreme Goods and Great Sins, without blessings, if not awakened autonomously, relying on the chosen ones who become chosen by high-level invocation, they can't even keep their abilities.

"Even this has?"

Ji Jue's gaze fell into the corner of the factory, that row of steel limbs—large, medium, and small arms and legs, and even prosthetic limbs embedded with many tools.

"This is thanks to Mr. Ji's previous public disclosure of the Coastal prosthetic design. Otherwise, I'm afraid this accumulation would have to start all over again.

Limited by the total amount of spiritual quality and the strength of consciousness, some people's broken limbs are very difficult to regenerate, too slow, and if some shadows are left, they may be lost forever."

He looked at Ji Jue's appearance, his eyes undisguised curiosity and doubt: "However, your problem seems to be different from others..."

According to the total amount of spiritual quality and the strength of consciousness, the speed of recovery is strong and weak, but in general, it can be recovered, unlike Ji Jue, who directly became a statue, completely petrified.

Not to mention recovery, if there is no physical interference, it will shatter at a touch.

Generally speaking, in this dream, a person's image depends on self-cognition and subconsciousness, but even if the Ruin enters the brain, no one will think they are a stone, right?

Rather than an abnormality, it is more like...

Exclusion?

This dream refuses to let him obtain a carrier? Too unbelievable, even the original body was distorted into stone and dead objects in the delusion...

As if cursed.

But by whom?

The old man's thoughts turned.

"Can I borrow the tools and equipment?" Ji Jue asked suddenly.

"I was planning to do that anyway. Prosthetic limbs, naturally, it's better to make them yourself, right?"

Bao Dacai smiled, waiting for a long time: "Don't be polite, feel free to use them. I also want to see the difference between my imitation and the original."

Why is it that among these old things, not a single one is worry-free?

Ji Jue glanced at the pair of eyes containing expectation—rather than letting Ji Jue play freely, I'm afraid he also wants to see how many pounds and taels he has...

To this, Ji Jue realized, but didn't care at all.

That's fine.

Since you said so... then I really won't be polite!

Directly lifted his remaining arm, knocked on the equipment beside him, soon, in the dead silence, one piece of equipment after another seemed to be given life, indicator lights lit up, operating on its own.

After directing Yu Shu to feed the materials instead of himself, the lathe made a piercing friction sound, one after another, sparks flying, in just a few minutes, a large number of parts had piled up on the table.

Under Ji Jue's direction, Yu Shu was drenched in sweat, assembling. Even if he had deep training on the assembly line, the speed was still limited. Fortunately, there were no complex cables, and the structure was relatively simple. Soon, a rough and strange mechanical arm appeared on the table.

Then... Yu Shu was eliminated by the thing he assembled himself.

The rough mechanical arm replaced Yu Shu's work, put into production again, and then, produced a second mechanical arm, more exquisite and complex, and the five fingers were also different from ordinary people.

Then, under the cooperation of the two arms, they started to modify the structure of the lathe and milling machine in turn... how long has it been since the version was lagging, such a rough family workshop thing, don't take it to delay time.

Within half an hour, relying on the two mechanical arms to complete the iteration of production tools, Ji Jue finally invested his energy into the most urgent work.

Soon, an alloy structure spine appeared on the table, controlled by the mechanical arm, tightly attached to Ji Jue's spine, and then fixed by the structure. Then the mechanical arm was transplanted onto Ji Jue's hands, as if born as one, conveniently controlling, adding various complex structures to his body—cushioning, protection, engine, motor...

Even, in turn, cutting his own form without caring, cutting feet to fit shoes, to match the replaced limbs, until finally, except for the head, the whole body was thoroughly covered by steel.

Click—

The pitch-black steel body stood up slowly amidst the sharp friction sound.

At this moment, what appeared before the dumbfounded Yu Shu was an out-and-out mechanical monster.

Turning steel into a body, injecting mercury into it and turning it into blood, using his own consciousness and soul as the core, using the flow of spiritual quality as the power source...

It was as if turning the soul into a furnace, turning his own shell into material, modifying and increasing or decreasing at will, yet it was natural.

Until finally, with the flow of mercury, the iron light gradually faded, replaced by a texture like flesh and blood, no longer having an abnormal breath.

It was like a monster wearing a mask, hiding in the crowd again.

Clearly, it was hard to see what the difference was, but instead, it was more creepy.

"How is it?"

Ji Jue lifted his steel hand, clenched his fist slightly, feeling the sparks and touch rubbed by his fingertips.

"Worthy of fluid alchemy, the technique of ten thousand changes, the echo of purification."

Bao Dacai's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, sighed: "Thanks for the teaching, even an old man as dull as me has grown a lot."

Ji Jue smiled, as if generous: "Just trivial details, just treat it as the reward for renting tools."

Not just renting tools, this appearance...

Yu Shu wiped his sweat, looking around, hesitant to speak: it's simply dove occupying the magpie's nest!

In just a few hours, one mechanical arm after another extended from the brand-new structure. The scene in the large factory had become completely different. Amidst the welding light and sparks, another brand-new equipment was assembled.

It had completely changed into another place according to Ji Jue's habits and preferences.

When the workers come to work after dawn, I'm afraid they will suspect they went to the wrong place, right?

But I have to say, it seems...

Advanced quite a bit?

Ji Jue turned back, looking at the old man: "However, I have been so self-willed, Old Bao won't be angry, right?"

"Trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Bao Dacai didn't care at all, waved his hand: "After all, it is the founder of Coastal. This skill is truly breathtaking. If I had known, I would have spent more time on engineering.

In the end, logistics and production are originally picking the tall among the short, being forced to the shelves. Since Mr. Ji is here, I can naturally be more relaxed."

Indifferently handing over his own position and function, even without any idea of wanting to compete... No, perhaps from the beginning, he didn't care about these things at all?

"...... This is 'Fuxie'?"

Ji Jue took down a wooden stake that looked plain and unremarkable from the display shelf next to the factory, palm-sized, but light as a feather in his hand, feeling the spiritual quality faintly flowing within.

He looked back at the old man. The old man nodded indifferently, not having the idea of stopping him from researching, so Ji Jue was not polite, spiritual quality probed in, and then a wave of dissociation technique...

Instantly, like a CT, the internal spiritual quality structure appeared in his perception, clearly visible.

After detaching from blessings and Supreme Goods, relying purely on simple spiritual quality interaction and structure, he actually created such a complex thing.

Actually able to knock angels down to the mortal world, making them temporarily lose divine power...

"I see, is it 'treatment'?"

Ji Jue perceived the effect of this alchemy creation in his hand, sighed in realization.

In the phantasm at this moment, everything is transformed by consciousness and spiritual quality, and the effect of the stake, compared to a weapon, is more like a therapeutic drug.

The effect is only one, through spiritual quality impact like electric current for strong stimulation, stimulating the 'instinct' acting on the spiritual body, close to knee-jerk reflex.

Just like in the drowsy and dim state, a ladle of cold water splashed on the face, forcing the spiritual body to 'wake up'

Return to the original appearance.

In this immortal dream, limbs will regenerate, flesh will recover, in the final analysis, the instinct imprinted in the soul will make people subconsciously want to return to their original appearance.

If ordinary people use it, at most it can play a role in accelerating recovery.

And in this process, all structures that are inconsistent with self-instinct and subconsciousness will be removed and erased... including the transformation and blessing performed on the angels!

"Pity, the Holy God's blessing has been imprinted into the soul through the Realm of Bliss. Under a large amount of strong stimulation, it is completely deep-rooted. What I can trigger is only the conflict between two instincts, causing chaos, but it is ultimately difficult to last long."

"Good idea."

Ji Jue sighed, staring at the wooden stake in his hand, lost in thought.

It's just that the time is too short, didn't expect to have such a tricky method.

If it's this line of thinking...

His heart suddenly moved, inspiration touched, just, when he was thinking carefully, outside the factory, louder and louder shouts and roars rang out.

One after another.

As if the crowd was gathering, angrily accusing something.

"Everyone listen to me————"

Under the dawn sky, someone shouted, "Wen Wen, that woman, has gone completely crazy! Think carefully, everyone, think carefully, since she came to the camp, what exactly has she done!

Besides going against the current, there is no result at all. It is completely inciting everyone to die. The losses are getting bigger and bigger, the encirclement and pursuit of angels are getting tighter and tighter, stricter and stricter... until now, even living is almost impossible...

If this continues, is there any future to speak of?!

Now is the time when we have to change, do we still have to let such a maniac continue to lead?!"

More indignant voices roared: "Get out!"

"Let her get out!"

"Step down!!!"

"Lu, are you crazy!" a hoarse voice roared: "What the fuck are you talking about! If it weren't for Commander Wen, could you fucking live to this day!"

But immediately after, a mocking voice rang out: "What benefits did she give you, that you lick her so much?"

"I'm fucking saying a fair word!"

"You are allowed to say it, but others are not? Ouch, you're not going to do it, right?"

"You fucking..."

Amidst the piercing shouts, conflicts and insults were constant.

Boisterous.

"Tsk!"

Ji Jue's expression gradually darkened, a rare train of thought, interrupted.

However, fortunately, he already had a complete idea, so he wouldn't miss the inspiration.

Just...

"Really lively."

He threw down the wooden stake in his hand, looked up at the outside.

Outside the dust-covered glass, faces flushed with indignation, the gathering crowd, just like a powder keg about to explode.

Infighting. ===== CHAPTER 440 =====