Mechanical Alchemist

Mr. Jing had also come secretly this time, without notifying anyone.

Su Lun assembled a steam sedan himself in the war workshop and drove to Kaketro Port in the south district to personally greet him.

The weather was nice today, no rain and unusually no fog, the sky a bright blue.

Seagulls flew in flocks over the dock.

Glancing at the time, there was still half an hour before the cruise ship would arrive.

Su Lun parked the car on a high area of the dock and leaned on the railing.

The view here was good, he could see the distant sea as well as the workers busily moving cargo on the dock.

Quite coincidentally, while Su Lun was admiring the view from the high ground, two dock workers came over and squatted in a corner, apparently wanting to take a smoke break.

They didn't notice Su Lun above them, and began to chat.

They were discussing trivial matters of life.

But unexpectedly, in the midst of their conversation, one of the workers, who looked to be over fifty, suddenly coughed twice and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Old John, if you really can't keep going, just go back and rest. You shouldn't be doing heavy work with your condition, you'll wear yourself out if you keep pushing like this."

"Hey, how am I supposed to rest, huh? There are four mouths waiting for food at home. If I don't work, the whole family will starve. Please, don't tell the foreman, otherwise, if I lose this job, my whole family won't make it."

"Not to hide it from you, my boy and wife have caught the same strange illness. I was planning to get my paycheck this month and take them to the church on Denning Street. It's said that Father Mark has a potion that can relieve symptoms and he only charges the cost price for it."

"Yes, the 'Bakchi Company's' miracle drug is just too expensive, those damn potion merchants hike it up to tens of thousands for a vial, completely unaffordable..."

"..."

Su Lun listened expressionlessly.

Plagues have always been humanity's great enemy from ancient times.

Now, the Red Death was most severe in the factory areas, docks, and slums of the southern district where there are crowded environments.

The Bonaparte royal family did not intervene, and without their intervention, the spread couldn't be contained.

After the downfall of the Lans family, the price of the Crimson Potion had quadrupled, becoming prohibitively expensive for the ordinary working class.

In recent days, having discussed the rampant spread of the Red Death in Lington with Mr. Hei, Su Lun had come to understand that even plagues were merely a means for the top echelons of Luying to jockey for power.

Politics is truly utterly boring.

As his thoughts drifted, a steam whistle sounded in the distance.

Su Lun looked over; the cruise ship was about to dock.

He didn't linger any longer and made his way to the passenger gathering corridor of the dock.

...

Soon, a woman in a black dress with a wide-brimmed hat obscuring most of her face, and wearing sunglasses, walked out with the crowd.

Su Lun recognized his senior sister at a glance and approached enthusiastically, greeting, "Senior Sister, long time no see."

As he spoke, he gentlemanly took the beautifully crafted travel carry-on bag from Mr. Jing's hands.

Although her face was not clear, Mr. Jing's mouth curved into a smile, responding, "Yes, it has been a long time."

The two were not strangers; without any need for formalities, they got into the car and headed to an inconspicuous small apartment by the Lokwarren River.

Staying at a hotel was not an option.

In any hotel within Lington, information would inevitably be collected by military intelligence and various information brokers.

Especially since Mr. Jing was the leader of the Dawn Organization, his whereabouts were of prime interest to all major forces.

Even the properties owned by Rena and Sabina were not absolutely secretive and could lead to mutual exposure.

Mr. Jing had not intended to make an appearance in Lington this time.

However, he had to come and check the situation as the Red Plague approached a critical point.

Su Lun was also aware that she was here for an upcoming marriage alliance.

The depths of Lington were profound, hiding many masters.

Staying low-key, Su Lun could still assure his own safety.

But if he were to officially appear as "Fick", the risks would greatly increase.

Su Lun had no expectations that the Raea family, which had twice plotted against him, would protect him in an actual conflict.

And if the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, it was uncertain whether the Lans family would risk their lives for him.

Only with trustworthy people by his side did he feel at ease.

So, Mr. Jing came.

The apartment was a bit luxuriously decorated, and as it had been unoccupied for a while, he had everything necessary replaced before arrival.

Upon entering, Su Lun asked, "Sister, how is the apartment? Let me know if anything is lacking."

Mr. Jing clearly didn't mind, "Hmm, not bad."

Su Lun had initially planned to treat his mentor to a meal after her exhausting journey.

But instead, she sat on the sofa and immediately cut to the chase, asking, "Su Lun, you mentioned a chest of Dragon Language magic? Show it to me."

Su Lun chuckled, "Sister, shall we have a meal together first?"

Mr. Jing slightly raised her slender eyebrows in response, "What do you think?"

The two were already familiar with each other and needed no formalities. Additionally, the vampires did not have much need for ordinary food.

Su Lun laughed heartily and took out the chest from his storage space, casually sitting beside Mr. Jing, saying, "This is the chest. It was found from an elder of the Rodriguez family."

As he spoke, he explained the origin of the chest and the matter of the "Dragon-slaying Dagger".

Mr. Jing examined the chest, noting the patterns on its surface, and immediately confirmed, "Indeed, it's Dragon Language magic."

After observing for a moment, it seemed she recognized something. She touched the chest, and blue light runes lit up on it.

Then, parting her lips lightly, she chanted a mysterious incantation that sounded like divine whispers, "ᛒᛗᚫᚻᛇᛝ..."

Su Lun listened curiously, trying to remember the sounds.

But on closer attention, he realized he only captured the syllables, and a layer of elusive meaning completely eluded him. Then upon recollection, astonishingly, he had forgotten the syllables too.

This was rather mystical.

After Mr. Jing recited an incantation akin to "open sesame", she finally placed the chest on the coffee table and said, "It's unlocked. The chest has been sealed too long, and the magic lock has some 'rust'. It might need some time to gather magical power before it opens."

Watching the magical light on the chest grow brighter, Su Lun also felt it was very mystical.

But with such a master by his side, he wasn't worried about any uncontrollable dangers emerging from inside the chest.

As they waited a few more minutes for the chest to open, Su Lun asked curiously, "Sister, is Dragon Language difficult to learn?"

Thinking about the language of mythical dragons, one of the four high-level language systems in legends, it seemed very impressive.

"Having one more skill never hurts when you come across it in the future."

Mr. Jing directly said, "It's very difficult."

She looked at Su Lun again and with a smile, gave an incredulous answer, "I don't know how either."

Su Lun was completely befuddled, "Huh?"

"You don't know? Then what was that spell you were chanting just now?"

Mr. Jing, guessing his thoughts, said, "That was just my 'Mirror Talent' forcibly copying the language skills."

Remembering something, a nostalgic expression appeared in her beautiful eyes as she continued, "To understand dragon language magic, one must attain a very high level of comprehension of the rules. Normally, humans need to reach around the ninth rank to grasp the extraordinary properties embedded in dragon language and master this advanced language system. My father once adventured in the western seas and indeed encountered dragons and studied this language system. While listening to his stories, I became interested in dragon language, but I couldn't understand it at all back then. I just copied it down using my talent and now I can barely recite it."

Hearing this, Su Lun suddenly understood.

That is to say, even if his senior sister knows it, he couldn't learn it.

His rank is too low.

Su Lun asked again, "Senior sister, what exactly is a dragon?"

Given such a high learning threshold for just the dragon language, he was very curious about what this mythical creature was like.

Mr. Jing responded, "As my father described in his stories, dragons are the most special creatures of this plane, truly high-level beings in the literal sense of lineage. Even though they belong to the highest mythical lineage, they can survive on lower planes. Undeniably, they are at the top of the food chain on this plane. They can mate with nearly any race and produce offspring, which is unbelievable for any other species. The only other beings with such ability are the True Gods of the myths."

"..."

Su Lun listened with great interest.

This was truly top-level secret knowledge.

In the vast Empire of Luying, not a single adventurer had seen a real dragon, let alone understood the dragon language, over thousands of years.

Only the Alchemical Demigod from the past had the power to explore the dragons in the Far West Wasteland Sea.

Mr. Jing continued, "Moreover, dragons are born at the sixth or seventh rank, if ranked by magical beast standards. But among their peers, they definitely dominate. My father once estimated that human ninth-rank hasn't even touched the ceiling of this world, yet a ninth-rank dragon's combat power is absolutely the most invincible existence on this plane."

Hearing this, Su Lun felt his blood boiling with the desire to personally adventure and see such legendary mythological creatures.

But he also knew it was unlikely.

Even a young dragon would have the strength of a sixth-rank dominant magical beast, meaning, humans start at seventh-rank?

And fully-grown dragons were an unknown.

Probably a single dragon flame equalled the combat power level of a top professional.

Tsk tsk... It's nice to think about.

At this point, Mr. Jing looked at Su Lun again and showed a meaningful smile, "Even more so, my father once mentioned that he planned to design a type of super-strong armor using materials from dragons, allowing alchemists to possess the robust physique similar to that of dragons. If I'm not mistaken, one of the five alchemy manuscripts my father left might just be about that type of dragon armor."

"..."

Hearing this, Su Lun's eyes twitched violently.

Forget it, no need to imagine anymore.

If he really obtained that manuscript, wanting to handle that type of armor would probably mean a real expedition was needed.

Slaying dragons?

With his current strength, it felt like trying to shoot down the sun from the sky with a pistol, somewhat unrealistic.

...

As they were casually chatting, the faint cracking sound of wood suddenly echoed beside their ears.

Su Lun's gaze fell upon the magic box on the coffee table.

The perfectly sealed box suddenly cracked open, yet no poisonous gas or anything of the sort burst out.

Seeing no danger, Su Lun opened the box with a silk thread.

Inside were three differently-sized, yellowed parchment scrolls.

Su Lun carefully unfolded the scrolls on the coffee table using the silk thread.

The script on the parchment was unfamiliar; it seemed to be a language from a lost civilization.

However, some illustrations allowed one to approximately guess the contents of the scrolls.

One scroll was a sea map with clear coordinates that seemed to depict an island nation inhabited by humans, occupying a small part of the map. Additionally, there were symbols for dragons, sea monsters, and whirlpools, densely packed with thousands of icons covering a large area; although the method of depicting ocean currents and wind directions was quite different from today's precise scale sea maps, one could still roughly understand it.

Another scroll depicted humans with spears riding dragons in flight, along with an extensive amount of text.

And the last scroll was purely text, appearing to be some kind of recipe.

The material of the three scrolls was identified as the hide of an eighth-tier magical beast, which does not decay even after ten thousand years.

What was common among them was a watermark-like pattern similar to the noble crest of the Rodriguez family today.

Just as Su Lun was wondering what these could be, Mr. Jing directly said, "This is the script of the Nicunia magic civilization."

Su Lun heard another name of a lost civilization which he had never heard before.

At that moment, Mr. Jing, looking at the texts, seemed to be searching for the corresponding information in his mental database.

After waiting for a few moments, he directly said, "The contents of the three scrolls are 'Dragon Knight's Dragon Taming Secret Technique,' 'Dragon Slaying Potion Formula,' and 'Dragon Country Waters Map.'"

"Tsk tsk... now this is getting interesting,"

Upon hearing this, Su Lun found it was indeed close to what he had guessed.

Only after seeing these ancient objects did he realize that the Rodriguez family might truly be descendants of dragon-slaying warriors, although he wondered what they had experienced to have carried these items from the ancient Nicunia magic civilization to the present-day Luying.

"Eh... so does that mean one can go there from Luying?"

A thought suddenly flashed through Su Lun's mind.

Since the other two scrolls weren't currently of any use, he focused his attention on the sea map.

He initially wanted to check if the map had any marked routes to the "Luying Empire," or to find some geographic landmarks, islands, or continental outlines within the territories of Luying.

But upon a quick glance, it seemed there weren't any.

The "Dragon Country" marked on the map seemed to be a sea region completely unrelated to the Luying Empire.

However, Su Lun's pupils suddenly dilated.

Because he had spotted a very distinctive "horseshoe-shaped" island on the map!

...

"This...!"

Upon seeing the shape of that island, Su Lun's gaze swiftly shifted, instantly locking onto it and unable to look away.

He immediately took out the "Hanged One-Eyed Man" Tarot card that Mr. Hei had previously decoded,

and then compared the two.

Quickly, he discovered that the island said to harbor the "Mímir's Well" on the card matched up to ninety percent with this island and the surrounding small islands!

Mr. Jing looked at Su Lun's astonished expression, then held the card in his hand for a comparison. A glimmer of keen interest flickered in his eyes as he murmured, "These two islands must be the same place."

Upon hearing this, Su Lun's thoughts immediately began to whirl.

He had thought the treasure map on the tarot card would elude him in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, he had seen it again on this sea chart, marked with an exact location!

Then, Mr. Jing looked at the text above and translated, "It's marked as 'Serpent Island,' and the text describes the island populated by snake-haired Gorgons and Cyclopses that can petrify people. It's very dangerous."

As she spoke, she recalled something and added, "I heard from my father that he had encountered such Gorgons during his travels. They are a mythological race as ancient as the dragons, originating from the Gorgon bloodline. They have snake hair and possess divine power that can petrify people."

Su Lun listened, and a flash of insight struck him.

It was as if a thread had connected all those fragmented pieces of information in his mind.

Cyclops?

Could it be the same mythological race depicted in the mural ruins of the Silent Forest?

A series of stories were then linked together.

In the ancient mythological era, a deity had offered his right eye by the spring to exchange for knowledge. Then, a thief stole the eye from the spring, turning into a Cyclops race that descended into the mortal world.

And now, this alchemical plane had revealed an island with Cyclopses and snake-haired Gorgons.

Wasn't it all connected?

Hearing this, Su Lun was almost certain that the Mímisbrunnr on Horseshoe Island truly originated from that mythological story.

It probably also had a direct connection to his "All-knowing Eye" artifact!

And... the island has snake-haired Gorgons that can petrify people?

Upon hearing this, Su Lun suddenly thought of something.

The Chief Navigator of Dawn's, Tanni's mother, that Naga, wasn't she petrified by a "Gorgon"?

Tanni said he heard from his mother when he was very young about the Cyclops legend, as well as dragons flying in the sky!

It all matched up, everything matched up!

All those disjointed clues he had obtained over time all pointed to the same sea area?

Instantly, Su Lun thought of the part of the "Black Sam's World Sea Map" that wasn't drawn out. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Thirty years ago, the team of the Pirate King Black Sam had adventured into the Far West Sea, so... the undrawn area on their map could possibly be the Dragon Country Waters depicted on this map?

...

"It seems like the Pirate King Black Sam also had a similar clue pointing to that sea area, then went there and encountered danger that led to their demise…"

Su Lun sorted out his thoughts.

Not everyone had Sir Isaac's strength to subdue the plane.

If they had encountered a mature dragon, the disintegration of the Pirate King's team thirty years ago made sense.

So, could the Pirate King's sunken treasure also be in that sea area?

Was the sacred artifact of the Dalu tribe, the "Grail of Phar," also there?

Su Lun felt slightly overwhelmed...

And looking at the map marks, "Serpent Island" in that Dragon Country Waters map was still rated three stars (★★★★), while the islands marked with a dragon icon were five stars (★★★★★), and there were several areas marked with skulls ( ) indicating extremely dangerous regions.

Moreover, this danger rating was set by the ancient Dragon Knight who was part of the Nicanagl civilization; how challenging it is for today's Alchemy civilization is still unknown.

But why were there so many terrifying mythical species gathered in that sea area?

Dragons, Gorgons, Cyclops, Demi-elf Naga, Sirens... These groups that had never been discovered in the Emperor Luying Empire, all clustered there?

Su Lun felt that there might be some significant secret hidden there, covered up by history.

Mr. Jing studied the sea map, his expression filled with keen interest, clearly thinking of more and appearing pensive.

...

Su Lun took a few looks at the map and then restrained his gaze.

Although he roughly knew how to get there, he felt that for a place that could annihilate the Pirate King's crew, one shouldn't even consider it without the strength of the seventh or eighth rank.

There would be plenty of time in the future; the sea map could be studied slowly.

At that moment, Su Lun took out a lump of amber-like material from the space of accelerated materials and handed it over, "Senior Sister, this is the 'Eleven Essences'."

Mr. Jing saw this ninth-rank advancement material and gently smiled, a complex emotion flashing in his crystal eyes: it was left by father...

Holding the material, she experienced a flood of emotions, gave Su Lun a glance, and teased, "Such an important thing, and you're giving it to me?"

Su Lun, rarely seeing his Senior Sister not so serious, also laughed, "Yeah. You are my Golden Leg. Once you reach the ninth rank, I can retire for life."

Mr. Jing, listening to such a straightforward and shameless response, could not help but laugh and shake her head.

Su Lun then asked, "By the way, Senior Sister. With this material, how long will it take for you to advance to the ninth rank?"

He had now reached the sixth rank and was also curious about the thresholds of those higher ranks.

Mr. Jing shook her head and said, "It's still early. The threshold of the ninth rank isn't so easy to cross, even with the material, I might be trapped at this step forever."

As she said this, there was not a trace of ease on her face. She added, "If possible, I'd like to go and speak with Master Pierre Ray Polunareff from the Luying royal family who serves as a ninth-rank . But I heard he hasn't seen outsiders for many years..."

In the realm of Alchemy, those who reach high levels command respect. Mr. Jing, having lived for a thousand years, knew what advancing to the ninth rank meant. Therefore, she held great respect for Master Pierre.

Hearing this, Su Lun seemed to think of something and said, "That... If that great patron is who I think he is, perhaps I could ask him."

Mr. Jing raised her eyebrows, glanced at him with calm eyes, and nodded, "Hmm."

At that moment, she looked at Su Lun and asked, "How do you feel about advancing to the sixth rank? Have the previous mutations been successfully suppressed?"

Su Lun nodded and said, "Yes. It went better than expected. But we'll have to see how the physical growth is later..."

He chose to advance to the sixth rank by enhancing his physical body, not only because Mr. Jing said that top professionals must have a robust physique but also because a physical mutation was imminent.

Previously, he had visited Mountain Hermit Country and absorbed too much ghost air from the underworld, causing his body to mutate.

Since then, he had been controlling it with Dr. Banks's mutation suppression potions.

But the suppression from the potions was not long-lasting, and their effectiveness was deteriorating.

Now, after advancing to the sixth rank, his body had grown significantly stronger, evidently suppressing the signs of mutation.

Dr. Banks's theory was: the essence of mutation is that the physical body is not strong enough to support foreign energies.

The stronger the body, the more negligible the impact of mutations.

Su Lun found this to make a lot of sense.

He had now awakened the 'Blood Devour' skill, and as long as he had enough targets to absorb, his body's vitality would continue to strengthen. Theoretically, it is sufficient to perfectly eliminate this problem.

Moreover, once the mutation was suppressed, the ghost air that originally caused it would instead enhance Su Lun's body, significantly improving his ability to bear the forces of death-based spells and resistance to various dark spells and curses.

Hearing this, Mr. Jing pondered for a moment and did not say much.

Thinking further, she asked, "Have you prepared the materials for the 'Giant's Strength' prosthesis refinement?"

"Hmm. Everything was prepared beforehand."

Su Lun nodded, then asked, "Shall we start the crafting now, or would you like to rest for the night, senior sister?"

His senior sister had come to Lingdun for a very important purpose, which was to help craft "Isaac's Giant Strength."

With mythical materials like "Hundred-Armed Giant King's Arm," Su Lun lacked the ability to craft independently, not to mention that he needed to use "Volgan's Furnace Lamp."

Mr. Jing shook his head, "No worries."

She waved her hand and immediately set up a barrier in the room.

Su Lun watched without further comment, and took out "Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript II."

Mr. Jing carefully reviewed the crafting process noted in the manuscript while forming a complex sorcerer's seal with both hands: "Alchemy: Furnace World!"

The room's crimson nonagram alchemy formation lit up, opening what seemed like a space channel to a lava dimension, the view filled with searing crimson.

At that moment, she also took out "Volgan's Furnace Lamp" and threw it into the formation.

This was the second time Su Lun had seen this spell.

The first time was when Sereya crafted the "Isaac's Alchemy Heart," using it as well.

Different ranks witnessing this spell saw completely different aspects of its laws.

He wasn't idle; he had fetched various materials prepared over this period, amounting to several hundred different types.

Gathering alchemy materials might have its downsides in a capital like Lingdun, but it indeed made things convenient.

Materials converged from all corners of the earth; as long as it was available on the market, no matter how rare, it could almost always be purchased at a Lingdun alchemy shop.

Su Lun took out various supplementary materials, neatly arranged them, and then came the main material, "the arm of the Hundred-Armed Giant King."

Due to its strong curse properties, even when stored in a minor void realm, it resembled a "radiation source," and Su Lun had always kept it wrapped in a shroud.

For this main material, he purchased the best supplementary materials available on the market—some even sourced from the Lance family. This had cost him a great deal of money and favors.

But upon seeing Su Lun unwrap the shroud and feeling the strong stench of decay hit them, Mr. Jing furrowed her brows, asking, "Su Lun, don't you plan to craft a downgraded embedding armor? If you use these materials, the final artifact's curse properties might be very strong, mandating very high fusion conditions."

After a pause, she made the most rational judgement, "Even if your body's tolerance is not low, I'm afraid it might not withstand this level of fusion."

"No downgrading."

Su Lun smiled and shook his head, adding, "It was so hard to find such fine materials; it would be a pity to reduce their quality. Even if I can't fuse it at tier six, tier seven will suffice."

The arm of the Hundred-Armed Giant King was a material no one had ever seen before, nearly unique. The products crafted from it also carried high unpredictability.

Neither knew what the final product would be.

But one thing was certain, the quality would be exceedingly high.

Su Lun's estimates were not far from Mr. Jing's; he probably wouldn't be able to fuse with such high-quality embedding armor.

But it wasn't completely hopeless.

Su Lun had carefully studied Isaac's manuscript, surmising that the fusion requirements for the final product would likely be related to thresholds of vitality and strength.

He currently possessed the "Blood Devour" ability, which enhanced these two attributes.

If necessary, he could spend a few more years at tier six, enhancing his body to meet the fusion conditions.

He figured if tier six didn't work out, then he'd attempt fusion at tier seven.

Hearing this, Mr. Jing didn't try to persuade him further.

Knowing that Su Lun had his own considerations, she nodded, "Alright! Later, you help with the control of rune drawing and material extraction, I'll handle the rest."

"Hmm."

Su Lun nodded.

The senior brother and sister immediately began to cooperate, following the procedures in the manuscript to create this prosthesis.

For a time, the apartment was abounding in red light.

The crafting continued for an entire day and night.

....

On the morning of the third day, the busy pair finally began to slow down inside the apartment.

At that moment, hovering above the crimson Nonagram Alchemy Formation in the room was a giant arm, shimmering in red and black, entwined with mysterious golden runes.

[Isaac's Giant Strength]

Quality: Epic

Description: An alchemical prosthesis crafted from the mythical material 'corpse arm of the Hundred-Armed Giant King'; a magnificent creation worthy of historical record; post-fusion, gains (350—980%) substantial increase in strength, toughness, and physical attributes, future SS-level growth potential in strength, substantial enhancement in resistance to the laws of death; current minimum fusion condition for sixth-tier: health value rating SS+, comprehension of the laws of death S+, strength attribute above 4300, aberration probability not exceeding 7%;

Evaluation: Fuse with it and you possess strength comparable to the ancient giants;

Although this prosthesis was still in the final stage, Su Lun looked on, his face filled with excitement.

The effect of the finished prosthesis was incredibly satisfying to him, even somewhat surprising!

Not only did it boost a substantial amount of strength, but it also gained a huge "resistance to the laws of death" leap in properties.

Physical body + enhancement of laws, this was a perfect match for his current physical condition!

However, the fusion requirements were indeed as high as expected.

He met the condition for understanding the laws of death, but the other two were far from reach.

"Health" represented the overall evaluation of the body's vitality data.

Su Lun glanced at his own panel, where the health value was just rated A+, two major levels short.

His current strength was only 760, which was the level of a typical fifth-tier melee profession.

But compared to the fusion requirement of 4300, it was many times lower!

So, no matter how you looked at it, the fusion was bound to fail at present.

But seeing this, Su Lun became excited.

Because the demands for fusion were high, but once fused, the increases attained would be enormously exaggerated.

Furthermore, Su Lun speculated that after the fusion, the physical qualities would likely perfectly resolve the issues of bodily aberration, gaining further enhancements.

Many gains in one move!

Moreover, the physical body is also the foundation for advancing into the top tiers of alchemy in the future, the stronger the body, the higher the chances.

Elated, Su Lun consoled himself in his mind, "No rush, no rush...with 'Blood Devour' gradually consuming, both health and strength will slowly grow, and reaching sixth-tier to fuse with this prosthesis is not without hope."

Moreover, if the prosthesis fusion truly leads to strength over ten thousand, it could definitely withstand a higher solution of the 'hormonal rampage' secret technique without causing physical collapse.

The future melee capabilities would definitely be off the charts!

Su Lun looked at the finished prosthesis, immensely pleased. He turned excitedly to his senior sister who had helped out greatly and grinned, "Wow...thank you, senior sister!"

Mr. Jing watched his excitement and responded with a warm smile.