1047: Chapter 133: Voidrealm Machine God and the Changes in Dragon Island (1/2) 1047: Chapter 133: Voidrealm Machine God and the Changes in Dragon Island (1/2) Terra Year 774, mid-April, Ian was preparing to leave Harrison Port and return to Xia Hui Territory.
But before leaving Harrison Port, he had one or two final matters to wrap up.
During recent days, Ian had instructed Green Tide to hire a group of people from adventurer and rcenary gathering points in nearby towns, as preparation for the future opening of the Southern Sea Great Labyrinth.
Simply put, this preparation amounted to planting agents.
After all, an unfamiliar Great Labyrinth would typically take even the boldest adventurers a long ti to establish the first foothold…
which would make the progress painfully slow.
Therefore, Ian decided to hire these adventurers and rcenaries as agents, to demonstrate a few classic exploration paths and mark dangerous spots like surrounding Magical Beast Nests.
After all, adventurers often trust shared experiences and lessons from the adventurer community over official information.
Green Tide, having been a rcenary himself, naturally had established connections, which reassured Ian greatly.
Beyond this, there were other tasks he could entrust to these agents.
For instance, gathering intelligence on the ‘Labyrinth Master · Thunderous Iron Armor Shark.’
During recent days, every ti Shasha encountered Ian, it would wear an expression of ‘Another day without ramming a ship makes feel like fae are crawling all over ’…
How could Ian bear to let Shasha suffer this kind of distress?
So, after much deliberation, Ian made a rather unethical decision.
He directed Green Tide to spread a ssage among the adventurers and rcenaries: the Southern Sea Great Labyrinth is guarded by a powerful Labyrinth Species, the Iron Armor Shark, which would ram every ship it deed a threat.
This was the biggest difficulty in exploring the labyrinth.
But!
As a forr official rcenary hired by the Boleyn Workshop, and one of the earliest explorers of the Great Labyrinth, Green Tide had access to a special Magic dicine Plating that could protect ships from attacks by the Iron Armor Shark!
Of course, even with Green Tide’s credibility, not many would believe such news…
but as long as keen-minded individuals were paying attention, they would realize that only those adventurers who bought the plating would avoid attacks by the Iron Armor Shark.
Although there would still be a few lucky individuals not attacked without the plating, the vast majority would soon fall victim to Shasha’s first strike!
This way, Shasha could continue its ship-ramming hobby, Ian could sell his plating, adventurers could safely cross the seas—or learn to swim—and everything would be harmoniously delightful.
Wouldn’t that be amazing?
—A multi-win scenario!
Of course, before Ian started selling the placebo plating—stuff with little actual effect beyond so aroma and Source Quality fluctuations—Shasha would need to stay patient!
After finishing this task, Ian bid farewell to so acquaintances and close friends in Harrison Port, preparing to return to his own territory.
This ti in Harrison Port, it could fully count as a return in triumph.
Ian brought back several production lines and provided plenty of job opportunities and investnts.
Folks would greet Ian on the streets with joy and respect.
His prominence even exceeded that of the Viscount.
Moreover, the White Folks had gathered a group of young children and adolescents to serve as future ‘Silver Peak Emissary’ testers.
This group had been carefully selected by Green Tide, consisting of individuals he deed both gifted and patient—the finest seeds of potential.
Ian trusted Green Tide’s discernnt, but also harbored so reservations about it.
“Don’t just pick a bunch of sword-wielders for ,” Ian instructed Green Tide, with a heartfelt tone.
“The future world won’t revolve solely around cold weapons.
You need to learn more than just swordsmanship—add sothing else to your repertoire too.”
“I can use guns too!”
Green Tide felt absolutely underestimated by Ian and replied indignantly, “It’s just that for Sublimators, unless it’s an alchemical firearm, normal guns are too weak—my proficiency with guns is excellent.
Fundantally, it’s just using a very long sword for rapid thrusts, a technique that is exceptionally simple!”
Ian fell silent for a mont, ultimately nodding and admitting that Green Tide’s firearm technique was indeed highly advanced.
After finishing all ‘official tasks,’ it was already late into the night.
Ian separated from everyone and returned alone to the White Chamber Grocery in the New City District.
This was the place where he had originally worked as an appraiser, and also his very first laboratory.
Upstairs in the workshop on the second floor, there were nurous alchemy notes and inscription records that Ian had himself compiled.
Thump, thump, thump—the youth ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Standing at the landing, he gazed into his workshop, with storage cabinets lining the walls of the room.
Various alchemy matrices and disassembled chanical creations were ticulously arranged in designated compartnts, along with notes on dismantling processes and insights gained.
Surveying the room where he patiently learned and analyzed during his dormant phase, Ian couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.
That ti…
was truly peaceful and tranquil.
Were it not for the hidden truths lurking in this world, the young man thought, he might have continued peacefully studying here until the age of twenty-sothing.
Only then would he begin outward explorations after mastering all accessible knowledge.
Just like on Earth.
But in Terra, just one year felt like a lifeti ago.
Ian slowly walked over to the workbench, where he extended his hand to pick up a translucent crystal box from the top.
Inside was a handmade telescope.
It was a gift his teacher had given him nine years ago to celebrate his becoming a Sublimator.
“The sky hasn’t changed in the slightest, and the stars haven’t dwindled in recent tis…
yet I always feel an unease in my heart.
Sothing significant, imnsely critical, is happening at an extraordinarily distant location.
I can sense it, but I don’t know what, nor do I understand what impact it will have on us.”
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