Chapter 260: Diversified Investment

"So it's the classic 'Supreme True God Sect claims responsibility for this terrorist attack' routine, right?"

AI Miss nodded with an 'I understand' expression: "Got it, leave it to me, Master."

Although this world has no electronic network, which somewhat limits her information capabilities, this kind of thing is still doable.

It doesn't need to be done obviously, leaving any traces behind.

Just by relying on rapidly diffusing nanomagic subunits, corresponding movements can easily be stirred up in areas where the tendrils have spread.

"Then I'll leave it to you, do it as well as possible, don't leave any loose ends..."

The Wizard instructed.

"Relax, relax, I'll definitely handle this beautifully for you!"

Huifeng Miss accepted confidently.

She hadn't originally planned to just fabricate some paper notes as clues; or just set up a loudspeaker in some village, play a few lines of broadcast script, and consider that sufficient proof.

Besides, directly forging a "Divine Oracle" or something, that really is too low-level.

Given her rapidly growing scale and the technical reserves she can mobilize, she can completely do it much more convincingly.

For instance, in certain places, deliberately stage cult gathering scenes, leak certain secrets, then unwittingly guide some adventurers, or local detectives, bards, or the like, to stumble upon this scene by accident...

Best to add many thrilling twists in the process—

Finally still make these lucky ones escape with their lives only after exerting all their strength, narrowly, ever so narrowly managing to bring out these precious top-secret intelligence...

It is often precisely intelligence obtained through such channels that makes people believe without doubt.

In merely microseconds, Huifeng had already prepared tens of thousands of feasibility plans; if necessary, she could continue adding contingency plans.

"That works, we must seize this opportunity, play for a time difference."

Xia Zhi nodded satisfied, pointing out in a tone of considerable experience—

"Right now the Supreme True God Sect hasn't truly stepped to the front stage, they've always been developing secretly in this region, at most barely just reaching Baldur's Gate..."

"This means it's fundamentally unknown to outsiders; as long as we take the lead in raising its banner in its name, claiming responsibility for this matter, people will easily form a preconceived notion..."

It is a cult to begin with, and hasn't truly put up an external sign yet.

Outsiders don't understand it either, don't know who the real spokesperson is.

At this time dropping explosive news, pinning this black pot on this sect's head, is undoubtedly the most effective.

"Know, know, anyway by then whether it is or not, won't be up to them to excuse, right?" Huifeng Miss nodded repeatedly, smiling.

Xia Zhi laughed heartily, while casually scanning the Half-Outer Planes Engine before him, as if merely observing out of habit.

Then, he reached out and casually picked up a freshly out of the furnace imitation Mithril Longsword from beside the production line.

This sword's appearance is simple and unadorned, giving a steady and practical feel.

The dark gray sword hilt and the slightly deep blue sword body complement each other interestingly, no superfluous decorations or complex designs, everything prioritizes practicality.

For an ordinary person, its weight is undoubtedly no small burden, but that cold light flashing on the blade edge reveals astonishing sharpness.

This is not a magic weapon, but its value is comparable to one.

On the Faerun Continent, such Mithril Weapons are treasures countless adventurers dream of. Even with a chance to obtain one, it often requires a whole team's savings and wealth—

Of course, zero yuan purchase is also possible.

But such rare things are usually held by powerful forces, or lie quietly in dangerous Dungeons or Ruins...

Hard to say which way's cost is more acceptable.

But that's all past tense now; from today onward everything will change!

Because such weapons are now being mass-produced at extreme speed from the assembly line through extremely advanced production facilities and industrial workshops' automated assembly...

Every sword follows the same craftsmanship, same standards, possesses the same performance and mass.

This was fundamentally unimaginable in the past.

Not to mention other things, just raw materials couldn't be solved—after all, where would so much Mithral come from?

Xia Zhi actually doesn't possess that much native Mithril either; he just spent some time, near that abandoned Mithril Furnace nearby, finding a remaining ore vein.

Although already mined exhausted, some still remains.

After letting nanomachines swallow the remaining ore samples, analyzing their internal structure, targeted replication of this substance can begin.

Strictly speaking, these aren't actually true "Mithril Weapons", but "Nanomagic Alloy Weapons" after careful blending...

Despite differences, their mass and characteristics are almost identical to true Mithril Weapons, enough to pass as real.

The Wizard fiddled with the Mithril Longsword in hand, gazed out, only to see within the continuous Half-Outer Planes Engines, various similar equipment being continuously produced.

Not just longswords...

Also scimitars, greatswords, spiked clubs...

Also shields, scale armor, lamellar armor...

"From weapons to armor, a complete set, covering almost all common or rare equipment types on the market, we can completely seize market share at the fastest speed!"

Huifeng Miss introduced dutifully—

"Only thing missing is Mage Equipment, but in Master's targeted plan, they wouldn't have use for it anyway."

"Not necessarily, perhaps some mages have natural strength, can't use spells, just pick up a staff and hit people is also a way out..."

Xia Zhi coughed lightly, seemingly wanting to indicate he wasn't actually targeting spellcasters, only this statement sounded utterly unconvincing.

First wave was the mage nerf, he was like a dog planner, opening move slashing the version strong profession, and directly one cut to the major artery...

Second wave is physical profession big buff, foreseeable that in the not-too-distant future, Cleaver Team everyone holding an imitation Mithril Weapon will become standard...

Really not easy!

Those old warriors seeing this scene, probably tears would come down, finally made it out.

From today on, us warriors' grandpa is grandpa too!

"Right, still need to add one more process—"

The Magic User seemed to suddenly recall something: "After all, it's for the Supreme True God Sect's use, there has to be some threshold; I think that 'Supreme True God Mark' works well."

He was dead set on completing the framing, pinning the crime on this evil cult first.

As long as all signs indicate this, others have to believe it even if they don't want to.

"Gene testing? Fingerprint unlock?" Miss AI asked, "Adding a verification program is simple, I'll just adjust the facility."

"No, thinking carefully, I'll still do this myself, directly use Spell verification."

Xia Zhi pondered for a moment, feeling Magic Effect would be better.

"Wouldn't that better corroborate that the Supreme True God Sect is the behind-the-scenes black hand?"

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Time is money.

Right now the most important thing is speed, taking advantage of the period before the various forces or God Churches have reacted, to open up the stall as much as possible.

Therefore——

Mingsala discovered with great astonishment that she had just reported finding a channel leading to the Underdark, and immediately a Divine Oracle had already been issued.

Requiring her to maintain that channel well, and be ready at all times to receive the first batch of Standard Armament.

This alone would be fine, the key point is that the quantity and mass of that batch of Standard Equipment were especially terrifying.

"Mithral……"

In the desecrated Temple, everything in the surroundings had been cleaned clean.

Large boxes were stacked here, and in a few opened boxes, stacked weapons or armor were revealed.

The Drow's gaze became somewhat trance-like, her breathing obviously pausing for a good while.

She recognized the essence of these weapons——at least discovered no difference——which was why she was so shocked.

Mingsala subconsciously raised her head, her gaze sweeping over these large boxes, these had all just been transported from underground.

Even this was not all——

"Ding!"

Accompanied by a crisp prompt sound, at the hidden door at the end of the abandoned temple, the red light above abruptly changed to green.

Simultaneously, the hidden door on the wall slowly opened toward both sides.

What appeared behind the wall was no longer that abstract ladder several kilometers long, but a large metal compartment, inside which were also placed several identical sealed boxes.

"Praise the great Supreme True God……"

"Spike, go move them out……"

The Drow did not know when it had been changed, but at this time, as long as one praises the god's greatness——

Under the subtle charm power, through imperceptible influence, she now from the heart transferred her former fanaticism to the new "Divine Spirit".

Loyalty and belief directly maxed out.

But even so, she still couldn't help feeling brain-blank at the current blessing, such generosity and dominance!

The Goblin Interrogator also fanatically agreed, eyes shining as he led his subordinates over there, preparing to move the new boxes out.

"……"

"……"

Mingsala withdrew her gaze, continuing to examine the Mithril weapons in the boxes before her, discovering they seemed to all have some enchantment effect she couldn't understand……

For an instant, this Drow couldn't help giving birth to a thread of jealousy.

After all, the Divine Spirit had just displayed a great Divine Miracle, banning magic worldwide, this was a witnessed result, she naturally also felt heart-surge, shocked.

And under such circumstances, the magic weapons bestowed on her could still continue normal use, this was undoubtedly the Divine Spirit's divine grace.

She was unique.

Such a thought had not even lasted half a day before she immediately discovered she seemed to have to face reality.

Striving to restrain these emotions that shouldn't exist, the Drow's gaze swept toward her other loyal subordinates: "Rozak, you all come over."

"In the name of the Supreme True God, I will bestow you power, but you must also understand, the choice lies with you, glory belongs to the Divine Spirit!"

She shouted sternly with a serious face.

"Yes, we will surely fight for the True God to defeat that false god!"

Rozak and the other Goblins fanatically roared low, kneeling on the ground respectfully receiving the weapons the Drow handed down.

The moment their hands received the Mithril weapons, the enchantment effect activated.

As if a branding iron searing flesh, accompanied by a sizzling sound, faintly white mist rose.

Among the Goblins some endured the pain silently; some couldn't help but scream out.

Just wait until this severe pain quickly passed, the backs of their hands also gained a special imprint.

The imprint seemed to examine the holder's state, then immediately quickly faded——

Replaced by the cold touch of the Mithril weapon.

Verification passed, the heavy weapons at this moment seemed to lose weight, letting them wield them without pressure, the enchantment effects also beginning to bloom with light.

The Goblins' hearts were incomparably joyful, their ugly little eyes also beginning to burn with more fanatical flames.

After the pain just now passed, they also seemed to have passed a trial, only feeling their faith more firm, belief more devout.

When it comes down to it——

Ritual sense is very important, and can also bring a sense of belonging.

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In the Emerald Plains.

The Magic User who left the Underdark appeared in the Wilderness.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. The Supreme True God Sect is worth investing in, but you can't only invest in the Supreme True God Sect..."

While saying this to the AI Miss, he adjusted his appearance.

A black Cloak, long Wizard Robe, pointed hat, and a staff gripped in his hand — he looked every bit the mysterious Wandering Wizard traveling alone through the wilds.

He thought for a moment, then gently brushed his pure black Wizard Robe, leaving an Emblem.

It was a strange pattern likening the celestial stars to Gears, meshing with one another as they rotated in operation.

"So you intend to come into contact with that Adventurer Group?"

"Of course. Before, I hadn't farmed the Whispering Tree entry yet, so I had to be more cautious. Now that I've farmed it, what's there to worry about..." Xia Zhi nodded calmly and admitted.

"Right now is the most chaotic time. I believe the Gods are all having a Headache over the Influence brought by the Material Outer Planes's Loss of Magic..."

"And the Supreme True God Sect is about to come out and carry the Black Pot. They can also help draw a wave of Attention for me..."

"This is precisely a good opportunity to come into contact with the Protagonist."

A group of adventurers with Mind Flayer Tadpoles in their heads, yet not converted into True Souls, and ordered by the Supreme True God Sect to be hunted down — however you look at it, they're very special.

Holding a "nothing ventured, nothing gained" mindset, he thought he'd see if he could Trigger some interesting plot on this side.

"So? Master, you're going to disguise yourself as a Wizard similarly affected?" the AI Miss asked curiously.

"No, not a Wizard..."

Xia Zhi decisively denied it, and began spouting serious-sounding nonsense —

"I'm a Mage Technician, and also an Engineer. After all, the one I believe in is the Seventh Kingdom's ruler, the God of Technology..."

(Chapter End)