This Is Really Not Mechanical Ascension Chapter 483

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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, come with me to help record it.”

“Yes.” Luo’er quickly responded, while the other experimental personnel cast envious glances his way. Being able to communicate closely with a Major Mechanic was a tremendous honor.

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

In recent days, Des had been doing something similar, giving special guidance to some of the experimental staff.

Luo’er carefully followed Des back to his room.

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

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

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

His face suddenly flushed with excitement, “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 seemed 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 time 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 management.”

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 came in.

Not to mention this kind of mold prototype, although it seemed 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 remembered something, I need to bring Connet over.”

“Oh, oh.” Only then did Luo’er come 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 me wrong, I don’t mean 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 some 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 seemed 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 Dimension Life.”

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

“Dreams come true? You mean to weave reality?” Des changed his expression and his gaze shifted, “Does the Dimension Life that Connet went to sacrifice possess this ability?”

“Supposedly it does, but the last sacrifice seemed 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 Dimension Life can’t possibly do that,” Des agreed with a nod.

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

Weaving reality is of course against common sense, but that Dimension 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 troublesome, instinctively wanting to contact Asimara to stop Connet.

He speculated that sacrificing that Dimension 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 accomplishment.

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

This news, if important, doesn’t seem very important; since the other party is a member 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 members of the Torch Organization?

Connet thought for a moment, 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 moment, 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 some reason, the words he had just spoken interweaved in his mind from time to time.

“I have a friend… I have a friend… what’s my friend’s name…”

For a moment, he couldn’t quite recall.

This thought had just emerged when it was overwhelmed 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 come to know this news.

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

Meanwhile, 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 some 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 metal energy.

The metal energy flowed continuously but he soon stopped.

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

“That is to say, this one has about nine thousand metal 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.