Chapter 474 Steam
"This world...seems real but not real, seems fake but not fake, seems virtual but not virtual, seems real but not real...it is a world I created in my struggle with the Creator."
Fang Xing stretched out his hand, as if trying to catch the noisy night wind.
Unfortunately, he couldn't catch anything.
"The fluctuations of the laws of time and space, the fluctuations of the laws of the true self, even fate and fire... are all gone... Is this a world without fluctuations of laws? Or is it that everything is isolated?"
Fang Xing shook his head.
His body was just that of an ordinary teenager. He would get hungry and tired, bleed when injured, and die if he lost too much blood! His strength was only scum, and it would be even worse if he didn't have the power to comprehend the laws.
The increase in the understanding of the laws is the best amplifier of combat power.
Even if he had used all his strength to activate the explosive secret technique, he still found it difficult to compete with the twelfth and thirteenth realms.
But if you combine it with your understanding of the rules, that will be enough.
Even though he is an ordinary person now, as long as he has the understanding of the laws he once had, Fang Xing is not afraid of ordinary Martial Saints or even Martial Gods!
But at this point, this means has been completely lost.
Even something as mysterious as will can only affect oneself and cannot be exerted externally.
It’s like... this is an extraordinary and insulated world!
“Forget it… If I am like this, the Creator is even more like this… Compared to dealing with a celestial being who has fully comprehended the laws, it is actually a win for me to seal off the laws and comprehend them together.”
Fang Xing thought of his opponent and fell into deep thought.
"The Secret Art of Fighting for Life is a bet on life! It ends with one party's death!"
In other words, winning is actually very simple. Just find the Creator, kill Him, and everything will be fine.
But Fang Xing couldn't do it, after all, he was just an ordinary college student.
"Besides killing each other directly, the biggest possibility is that both of us encountered danger during the mystery in the womb and were eliminated by nature..."
This possibility is actually very high. When Fang Xing has not yet awakened, a serious illness, a natural disaster, or even a robbery... could cause him to lose his life.
I can only say that it is a very lucky thing for Fang Xing to be alive today.
"The mystery of the Creator's womb may be more important than mine. If I wait any longer, He may die..."
"Or, both sides compete to see who can live longer? All things have a lifespan, and as long as one person lives longer than the other, they are both winners!"
"So, my next goal is first to gain power, and second to develop influence..."
Mastering power is for self-preservation! Even if there is an extraordinary way in this world, you can climb all the way, extend your lifespan, and live longer.
By gaining power, in addition to protecting yourself, you can also search for the whereabouts of the Creator.
Fang Xing glanced at the attribute panel again and was stunned.
"This world seems to be without the supernatural, without source power, without the understanding of the laws... The other runes are dim, and even the Vairocana Mantra has been greatly weakened..."
"But this 'Star Warrior', what does it mean?"
"My martial arts was originally Blue Star martial arts, but later it was integrated with the Immortal Path... Could it be that after breaking through the ten realms of martial arts, it was integrated with the source power system and even the Panwu Grand Canon, so it was named Star Martial Arts?"
"Star Warrior? Not bad... It's a pity that the title of [Star Warrior] at this time has no magical effect..."
Fang Xing estimated that he might need to completely win this battle for his life and leave this strange world before he could know how much progress his own strength had made.
…
The next day.
Black Ring Private Mechanical College.
The campus covers a vast area and has various mechanical creations.
Fang Xing even saw railroad tracks on the ground and a small steam locomotive spewing white smoke, carrying a series of small carriages passing by.
It was nothing before, but now it feels a bit like a toy train in an amusement park…
"Well... at least I can save some energy and ride a toy train to class every day. It's not bad if I think about it..."
Fang Xing thought about it, squeezed onto the train and took a seat.
The little train ran very slowly, almost as slow as an adult jogging, and it swayed as it arrived at one teaching building after another.
From time to time, students got off the bus and more students got on.
Fang Xing got off the car in front of a building and walked into the laboratory, where he saw a burly man wearing oil-proof work clothes, with a beard, blond hair and blue eyes.
This is his mechanics instructor, Monarch Dean.
"teacher."
Fang Xing bowed: "I'm here..."
"Um……"
Monarch is building a strange machine. It looks like a brick, a bit like an iron box, and has a gear ignition device: "This 'gas lighter' you conceived is very good... The key is that it is portable and can be carried in the wild."
"But it's actually not as convenient as a box of matches..."
Fang Xing complained.
This was a 'brilliant idea' that came to him when he was blinded by the mystery in the womb, and it was valued by his mentor.
But at this time, he had some doubts that Monach accepted him as a student purely to be a slave and to squeeze his creativity...
"No! This is just a prototype, there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Monarch said: "This is the beauty of machinery. We can also add a windshield to it..."
"That's what the teacher said."
Fang Xing nodded.
In this day and age, the status of a college student is very valuable, and he is not prepared to give it up.
When faced with authority, he would not be stupid enough to directly refute it.
Anyway, his life plan has changed a lot.
Only a fool would become a mechanic. Is it possible to build mechas in this steam age?
It would be great if I could build a mechanical rifle! What I have to do is to practice martial arts! Use my muscles to beat up all those who don't obey! 'Many of the secret techniques in the "Panwu Dadian" are useless in this world because they require the true self law to enter.'
"But Blue Star Martial Arts, as well as some common training methods and killing techniques in the classics... can be picked up and trained to the limit of the human body."
"And... if there are extraordinary beings in this world, as long as we understand their secrets, we can completely innovate."
Fang Xing thought in his heart.
However, he did not show it, but continued to learn from his mentor as usual.
The courses in the college were not too heavy, and he had time for self-study in the afternoon.
Generally speaking, Fang Xing used to like hanging out in the library, eagerly learning all kinds of mechanical knowledge.
But for Fang Xing now...
'What do you want to learn? I want to learn boxing!'
He walked out of the college and wandered on the street.
Black Ring City had a developed business and various kinds of enjoyment. He even saw advertisements for several dark night clubs and bawdy dances.
"Can something like this be advertised openly? I was too naive before..."
Fang Xing secretly complained, and looked around again, writing down the addresses of several "fighting clubs" and "combat clubs".
The clubs in Black Ring City are very developed, and it seems that there are clubs in all walks of life.
He walked around a few times and went into an alley.
There was a small shop in the alley, which seemed to be a grocery store. The sign at the door was very old and had a few yellowed papers pasted on it:
【Latest arrivals: white bread, honey, antiques...】
[Purchase: Black rat tail oil, lavender...]
…
When Fang Xing walked into the grocery store, he saw a gray-haired old man. He wore glasses and had deep wrinkles on his face. He stared at every customer who entered the store with a critical look.
Seeing Fang Xing, the wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to relax with a smile: "Oh, it's Fang Xing... What good news do you bring me?"
"I'm not here to sell today, but to buy."
Fang Xing coughed.
Although he had a scholarship before, he was still short of money for living expenses, so he sold a lot of things to Old Quinn.
On the surface, this guy looks like an ordinary grocery store owner, but in fact he is a black market businessman who can always get some good contraband goods.
"Oh? This is really rare..."
Old Quinn smiled, revealing his yellow teeth: "What do you want?"
"Short pipe."
Fang Xing’s words are concise and to the point.
Old Quinn was startled, then thought for a moment: "It seems you are in trouble? I know a few powerful people, maybe I can introduce them to you..."
"No! I just...lack a little sense of security."
Fang Xing shrugged his shoulders and followed Old Quinn into the inner room.
Old Quinn knocked on the wall and opened a secret compartment.
He took out a box and handed it to Fang Xing: "Take a look..."
Fang Xing opened it and saw a six-shot revolver.
The barrel is very short, the gun body is smooth, and the handle is made of mahogany with some signs of wear and tear. It should be a second-hand item.
"Black Snake II, 90% new!"
Old Quinn said, "As a self-defense weapon, its power will definitely satisfy you. Of course, you can't use it to shoot against a steam rifle... I'll also give you 200 rounds of bullets. It only costs 300 black strings. Isn't that cheap?"
"A brand new Black Snake II only costs 200 black ropes..."
Fang Xing was somewhat speechless: "We are old friends, give me a fair price!"
His monthly living expenses before were only around 100 Rs.
"What's more..." Fang Xing leaned forward: "You know, if it's not urgent, with my ability, I can carve it out myself..."
Old Quinn was speechless for a moment. He knew that the young man opposite him really had this ability!
Before, the other party had sold a lot of small machines through him, which were of high quality and well received.
"250 black locks, you have to let me make some money." Old Quinn said helplessly.
"All right……"
Fang Xing took out a stack of banknotes.
He said he could do it himself, but it was actually very troublesome and easy to be exposed, so he would rather spend a little more.
After paying, he held the gun handle and checked it with his knowledge of mechanics. He found that there was no major problem and nodded with satisfaction.
After completing the transaction, Fang Xing seemed to ask casually: "Old Quinn... do you know any information on the black market involving mysticism or supernatural powers?"
"Occultism? Do you mean the divination of those gypsy witches? Or the bloodletting therapy of some priests?"
Old Quinn laughed: "Young man...believe in steam and science!"
(End of this chapter)
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