My card is refined [unlimited]

The screen of the machine appeared again. It flickered a few times as if the signal was bad, and made a few "sizzling" sounds before returning to the normal screen.

This time, it was still in that room, but the girl did look several years older.

She sat on the bed, played with the metal wings in her hand, put them in the palm of her hand, and swayed in the air as if flying, imitating the "whoosh" sound of an airplane flying in her mouth.

"Father, why did you spend so many years researching this thing?" The girl turned and lay down on the bed, looked at the man sitting on the side, and asked curiously.

The man's hair has turned gray a lot, and his face has become haggard, but when facing his daughter, he still forced a kind smile, "Because people want Dad to study, so Dad went."

"Hmph." The girl seemed dissatisfied with such an answer, she pouted and turned her head away, not looking at the man, "But if this is the case, Dad won't have time to spend with me."

"Is this wing really that important? It's worth Dad studying it day after day without a break."

"Because humans want to fly." The man sat on the edge of the bed, stroked the girl's hair comfortingly, and coaxed softly.

The girl waved her legs, "But aren't human beings already able to fly in the sky? Those planes and hovercars that fly around in the sky every day are also very fast... Just like when I went to another city before, It only took an hour."

"I've watched documentaries. When technology was underdeveloped, it would take half a day for people to go to another city, and they had to have money to go."

"It's different, baby." The man bent down, put his hand on the girl's back, and tapped the metal wings in her hand with his other hand, "Those use external objects to go to the sky, but the wings no the same."

"Humans want to have a pair of wings, like birds, and rely on their own strength to fly to the sky."

The screen ends.

Su Mingxuan tightened his hands hanging by his thighs, staring at the screen that turned black again.

Is this the end of the message?

If this process continues, it is probably that human beings failed to develop wings for flying, but instead developed mechanical life due to the advancement of technology.

As for whether the pair of wings that can allow humans to fly has really been researched...Su Mingxuan thinks not.

After all, as far as the pair of metal wings are concerned, they also rely on external objects, not human beings' own strength.

That being the case, it is to let human beings grow their own wings - he dare not think about what kind of experiments to do to make human beings grow wings.

"...Let's go, there should be no clues here." Su Mingxuan looked at the surrounding scene complicatedly.

There seemed to be nothing here, but he could imagine what was there at that time.

And just as he was about to move away, the machine in front of him flickered again.

Su Mingxuan: ...Can you do it all at once?

That machine, no, it should be said that it was the bastard god who provided him with information behind the scenes, so couldn't it just tell him the news at once, and pass the news to him in a roundabout way.

But this time, what was displayed on the screen was not the image as before, but a sentence.

——"Come to the Central Scientific Research Institute."

"Boss, why did you stop here? Did you remember something?" The puppeteer didn't understand why Su Mingxuan stopped after walking, and followed the young man's gaze, only seeing a dark screen.

"...It's nothing." After the puppeteer said this, Su Mingxuan understood, and understood that only he could see it, "Let's go to the Central Scientific Research Institute."

"Central Research Institute?" The puppeteer sat on the young man's shoulders, bouncing as he walked, "Why is this name so familiar?"

"By the way..." Su Mingxuan paused, "You said you went to a research institute before you came here, could it be this research institute?"

"I don't know." The puppeteer said.

"But if I see it, I may remember it."

She thought of a question, "Speaking of which, Boss—"

"Ok?"

"Aren't we going to look elsewhere?"

This ah.

Su Mingxuan responded casually, "Anyway, those machines are definitely not usable, and it's useless to go there. Even if there are clues, they must have been taken away by the blacksmith or hidden."

"That's right." They returned to the dark passage again, and the puppeteer glanced at 0132 who was acting as a flashlight in Su Mingxuan's hand, and said, "Then if we go out like this, won't we run into the blacksmith? He has a relationship with the gods, what if the gods behind him kill us?"

Su Mingxuan pondered, "I don't think he really wants to meet us either."

"After all..." The young man glanced at the puppet, and his teasing thoughts came up again, "After all, I am more favored by the gods than him."

The puppeteer obviously doesn't have a physical body, but he coughed several times as if he was choking on his saliva, and said in disbelief, "Old, old, old, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Didn't I say it, I'm not a boss." Su Mingxuan stretched out his hand and pinched the puppet's paw, "Also, why did I just talk nonsense, what I said was the truth."

"Why is it the truth!" The puppeteer retorted unconvinced, and his soul rolled his eyes inside the puppet, "As long as you have such a virtue, the gods don't kill you, and they still love you."

"How do you know that I wasn't killed by the gods? I almost died when I played the joker." Su Mingxuan said casually, as if the gods were something, "But, because I There is another god's favor, so I didn't die."

"Just blow it—!" The puppeteer's voice echoed in the passage.

After a while, she spoke slowly, her voice choked with sobs, "... Seriously?"

She had imagined countless scenarios, maybe the boss would never tell her the real situation, or he would say some things but not others, which aroused her curiosity viciously, but she never thought that Su Mingxuan would be treated like this like this now. A very casual, indifferent attitude told her the situation the other party was in now.

The boss is favored by the so-called gods—?

Is the so-called pampering meant to let him be targeted by other gods, causing him to fall into dangerous situations again and again?

The puppeteer clenched his paws, then let them go.

The part of her memory that she lost on the way here just now must have been manipulated by the gods—what happened during that time?Has the boss been bullied by the gods again?

"Ah, don't think too much." Su Mingxuan rubbed the puppet vigorously, squishing the soft puppet a bit.

He smiled, and there was not much worry in his tone, "Those high gods will suffer sooner or later."

"And among those who teach them, there must be me."

……

……

The blacksmith found a direction and walked.

He didn't know why he came here, anyway, somewhere, there was a feeling that drew him here.

Everything that happened to him seems to have been planned long ago since he left that divine card.

There is nothing strange about Jiushan's death itself. After they left the god card, they returned to the original dungeon—the dungeon they left because their teammates touched the god statue.

Because the dungeon was too weird, the two of them separated. When they met again, it was in front of the boss of the dungeon. Jiu Shan died in the dungeon in order to protect him.

There was nothing unusual.

Jiu Shan really died in front of him. The blacksmith saw him cut into two pieces by the boss. Blood spurted out from the cut in his waist, staining his whole body.

He looked at the corpse with disintegrated eyes, and when the corpse became cold, he was sure that Jiushan was dead.

but--

On the team interface, Jiushan's name is still there, and that name is lit up, as if he is still alive.

But after the blacksmith left the dungeon, he looked at the scoreboard in the sky, and when Jiushan's name was still displayed on it, he panicked.

He thought that Jiushan was still alive, because he used some special props to escape the boss's ultimate move, even if he was cut in half, he was still alive, but he left the other party in the dungeon and left alone.

But when he used the dungeon token to re-enter that dungeon, what was waiting for him was Jiushan's cold and even half-corroded corpse.

what happened?

The blacksmith stared at the face of the corpse.

He went to a fortune teller.

"I know you're here to ask Jiushan." Before the blacksmith and the fortune-teller sat face to face, the fortune-teller opened his mouth, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you much, but there is one thing, it's you We can know."

"Jiu Shan is still alive." The fortune-teller said, his voice was so soft that he seemed to be whispering something ulterior to the blacksmith, "but he can't be said to be alive."

"His body|body has indeed died, you must have seen it, and went to confirm it."

"But his soul is still there." The fortune teller put out a crystal ball, and the picture in it was chaotic and blurred. "He was imprisoned there in nothingness."

"Then how can I save him?" The blacksmith didn't want to hear about it, he only knew that Jiu Shan was alive and he wanted to save him.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The fortune teller waved his hand, "With your current strength, I'm afraid you don't even have the qualifications to touch."

"If you want to save him, there is a small way."

"Don't be tricky, tell me quickly." The blacksmith was a little annoyed.

His personality doesn't like to be twisted and twisted, and he is not good at communication. He can't deal with people like fortune tellers at all.

The fortune teller smiled lowly, "You obtained a position item in the divine card earlier—follow its guidance, and you will find the answer."

...

Follow the lead of the props.

The blacksmith wanted to laugh a little bit.

But that metal tablet made his strength rise rapidly, even if he didn't want to think about the process - if it wasn't for the lack of points, he would definitely be able to squeeze into the top ten now.

In fact, he did beat the No.3 Qingyu and came here.

[Unknown item: Mechanical Monument]——what he got in the divine card, a little bit guides him to this mechanical world, even if he doesn't have to think about it, he knows the connection between the two.

He took out the prop.

It is still incomplete as if a part is missing, and the groove on it seems to be filled with something, and it is glowing. These light spots gather in one place, as if they are guiding the blacksmith's direction.

So he saw the last part of the prop.