Chapter 85: Oak is shocked

The chaos continues to spread.

Not only the Quality Square, but also the Orc Magic Workshop deep in the cemetery.

It has been quite some time since he came to the Demon Lord's territory, and Oak has gradually become accustomed to a life of busy research.

This place seemed no different from when he was in Xuebang, except that the cramped wizard tower was replaced by a cramped mine cave, and the dull-witted familiars were replaced by dull-witted skeletons.

That’s not all.

The masters here don't work either, and most of the work is left to the servants.

But this is actually a good thing.

Smart goblins all like to work. Goblins without jobs are much more miserable than goblins with jobs.

Moreover, the Demon King does not have to publish papers or supervise students. It is much easier than his previous job!

Just when Oak thought that such a wonderful life would continue forever, the respected Demon King suddenly threw a crystal ball into his hand.

"Take this thing. As long as you inject magic power into it in my Demon Lord's territory, you can hear what my servant says."

Oak carefully held the crystal ball in his arms and said to the Demon King.

"Your servant? Do you mean the big spider and the cat ears? Oak can understand their language--"

The demon king shook his head and pointed outside.

"It's not them, it's the other servants, the skeletons, you idiot."

Oak didn't know who was stupid for a moment.

Skeleton?

How could a skeleton speak? But how could he dare to disobey the Demon King's wishes? He quickly said in a submissive manner.

"Your Majesty, as you command! May I ask, Lord Demon King...what would your skeleton tell me?"

"How would I know what they would say?" The devil looked at him as if he had heard a stupid question, and then threw a booklet into his hand. "This is your work manual. Everything you are asked to do is in it. You just need to remember the rules I told you, answer their questions, and meet their requests."

Having said this, Luo Yan paused for a moment and continued.

"Complete their commissions and you will get ghost money. Issue them commissions and your ghost money will be consumed... That's basically it. In addition, some skeletons will come to you to learn ghost language, and you just need to treat them as your apprentices."

"I will review your performance regularly. The performance evaluation criteria are also in the booklet. If you perform well, I may give you some rewards."

Upon hearing this, Oak immediately prostrated himself on the ground to express his gratitude.

"As you command! Lord Demon!"

The devil nodded, waved, and walked outside.

"Call me if you need anything."

Watching the Demon King leave, Oak did not dare to delay and opened the booklet, reading it line by line.

"Please read out the names of the servants of the Demon King who use languages ​​other than Hell and the common language of the surface according to the prompts of the crystal ball. This will help increase their sense of immersion. If it is really troublesome, you can also call them 'players (wanjia)'?"

"As the Demon King's familiars, they believe that this world is a dream, and their actions are motivated by the fun of role-playing... So you don't have to be too polite to them, you can even be a little rude, and that will earn you their respect?"

"Respect? What a weird setting... Remember, don't waste their time. They are busy working. If you stop them from working, they might attack you. What the hell?"

Just as Oak was staring at the booklet in his hand, halfway through turning it, a huge group of skeletons had already rushed to the entrance of the cave.

Looking at so many undead, even the knowledgeable Oak was a little panicked and shouted loudly.

"Don't be impatient! Come in one by one!"

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but these skeletons seemed to understand what he had said and actually lined up obediently in front of his door.

Are the skeletons in the cemetery so polite? Oak was confused for a moment and couldn't recognize these skeletons.

Seeing the goblin standing there stupidly without saying anything, the skeletons in the line gradually began to get agitated, making creaking sounds.

Seeing that they were about to go berserk, Oak suddenly remembered the words in the pamphlet and quickly pointed at the nearest skeleton and said.

"You! Come in! Tell me what's going on! Hurry up!"

With a creaking sound, the skeleton at the front of the team walked in quickly and saluted him to Oak's surprise.

"Dear craftsman Mr. Oak! I would like you to add dark words to my weapon!"

As he spoke, the skeleton handed out the two-handed sword hanging on his back. His smooth movements made him look just like a living person.

"Netherworld? Which kind of Netherworld do you want?"

The ghostly soul fire stared at him intently, and the skeleton spoke impatiently.

"The kind that explodes when it hits the enemy with a full-strength attack!"

"What?!" Oak suspected that he had heard it wrong, and looked at this guy dumbfounded, "It will explode if it hits the enemy?! Are you sure?! Your weapon will be directly useless!"

"I'm sure!" The skeleton nodded his head energetically and continued excitedly, "The more powerful the better! I just want to try the legendary 'Explosive Blow'! Hurry up, I've already paid! Ten thousand ghost coins! Hurry up!"

He had never heard such a strange request before, but Oak saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so he finally satisfied his request.

"Well...don't come to Oak if your weapon is broken."

The crystal ball lists the order requirements.

Oak muttered something, carried the greatsword to the operating table, picked up the awl and hammer for drilling holes, and started clanging on the side of the greatsword.

Soon, a row of densely packed small holes appeared on the side of the sword.

With sweat all over his forehead, Ouke made a series of clanging and banging sounds, and soon connected the densely packed small holes to form rows of neat inscriptions - or underworld words.

Considering the effect of this thing, it is indeed correct to call it Hades Text.

As long as the user focuses his attention on it and swings it forward with all his strength, the entire sword will explode the moment it hits the target.

After completing the last step, Oak carefully smeared the powder ground from magic crystal on the groove to increase its magic conduction attribute, and then threw the entire sword into the player's hand like throwing garbage, fearing that it would explode before that.

"Take it! Take it quickly! Take it as far away from Oak as possible!"

"Haha! Thanks!"

Carrying a greatsword engraved with explosive underworld characters, the mentally ill skeleton walked away happily, as if he couldn't wait to test his power in the maze.

Just as Oak breathed a sigh of relief after sending the plague god away, another skeleton jumped in from the door. The flickering soul fire made him feel something was wrong all over his body.

"Respected Master of Hades Oak! Please tattoo a pair of flying runes on my shoes!"

"Flying? That's too abstract! Magic is magic, and Hades is Hades! Hades requires more specific requirements!"

Oak shook his head and screamed, "Are you going to add the underworld words to the shoes? Consider a more normal entry! Like lightweight or adsorption--"

Without paying any attention to the guy's shouting, the skeleton soldier carefully read the menu on the counter, suddenly raised his head, and the soul fire in his skull flickered with excitement.

"Advance! This is it! Please add it to my account!" As he spoke, his skeletal index finger pointed to the entry on the menu.

Oak leaned over to take a look, and the entire goblin was stunned.

"Propulsion?! Are you sure? This term is used for moving parts, not shoes--"

However, the player didn't care about that and pointed at the menu unreasonably.

"I want this! I've already paid for it! Hurry up!"

As he spoke, he had already swiftly taken off his adventurer's leather boots and stuffed them into Oak's hand without further ado.

After all, the one standing in front of him is the devil's minion.

Although the Demon King told him not to be polite to them, Oak was a timid goblin after all, so he didn't dare to offend them too much.

Tortured by that fiery gaze, Oak gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind, scratching his shiny scalp and said.

"Okay, Oak will help you think of a solution...but don't blame Oak if it goes wrong. It was you who insisted Oak do this."

While muttering to himself, he turned to the workbench, picked up the tools and started clanging on a piece of iron, engraving the underworld characters on it and hammering it into an arc, which he then nailed to the ankles of two pairs of boots.

This time the underworld text is much simpler than before.

Since Oak didn't know what effect adding the propulsion item to the sole would have, he didn't write any judgment conditions at all. As long as the wearer concentrates on the ankle, it can be triggered.

Looking at the leather boots with Hades' inscriptions, the player was so excited as if he had found a treasure that he couldn't wait to put them on his feet.

However, as expected, the accident happened.

The moment this guy took a step forward with his right leg, the two shoes seemed to come alive, grabbing his ankles and pulling him forward.

The skeleton soldier sat down on the ground with a "thump" and his pelvis was almost broken.

And that’s not the end yet. The two shoes didn’t care about their owner whose butt was rubbing sparks on the ground, and just dragged his legs out the door!

“Fuck! Stop!! Stop right now! Aaaaaah!!!”

The screams drifted away into the cave.

It was not until the unfortunate guy took off his boots completely that the enchanted leather boots, which had lost the source of his spiritual power, stopped running wild.

Looking at the customer who was running away on his butt, Oak covered his eyes in shame and pretended that he saw nothing.

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As a craftsman, he still has a little pride in his heart...even if it is not much.

Even with the customer's strong request, what cannot be changed is that this piece of rubbish equipment still came from his hands.

This is such an embarrassment to his master!

but--

Although Oak thought so in his heart, the "players" standing in line at the door of the magic workshop did not seem to think so.

What was trash in his eyes was ridiculously strong in the eyes of the players!

"Awesome! Is it possible to do something like this?"

"Perpetual motion machine???"

"It's not a perpetual motion machine, but this kind of continuously triggered device would consume magic power, right?"

"That's pretty awesome too, okay!!!"

"If we change the two shoes into one shoe, and add a trigger condition like 'squat and kick to start', wouldn't it be possible to slide on the spot?"

"Wait, so if I install a pair of propellers on my head and write a word about forward movement on each blade... wouldn't it be possible to spiral up to heaven?!"

"Just write a rotation entry for the main axis! Otherwise, your rotation speed will be different, so it's hard to say whether it can fly."

“66666!”

Everyone seemed to have found the fun of using building blocks to make F35 and J20 when playing "Siege" back then, and they all started to share their ideas.

Some wanted to try automatic killing, some wanted to give the leg armor an automatic path-finding function, and some even wanted to arrange an automatic monster-killing system for the full body armor...but no one thought of adding a few normal attributes to their weapons.

Inspired by these various ideas, the lines in front of the Magic Workshop are becoming more and more outrageous - whether it is the length of the line, or the things in the players' hands and the demands they put forward.

After hearing those outrageous demands, Oak's scalp felt numb again and again, and he finally couldn't help but scream.

"Too much! Such a short time is not enough! Oak still has to complete the research task of the Demon Lord!"

"By the way! From now on, our store will implement an appointment system! Please write down your needs, leave the items you want to enchant, and come back tomorrow!"

"I'll help you estimate the price of what we can do, and take away everything we can't do!"

Oak was the only one in the entire magic workshop, and just listening to the various demands was enough to make him busy.

As the inscription service was changed to an appointment system, the long line in front of the magic workshop finally dispersed, leaving only the last person.

Looking at the guy named [Shut up the Chemical Pool in One Gulp], Oak spoke nervously.

"What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't be nervous! Master Oak, I'm here to help... I heard they're recruiting apprentices." He swallowed a gulp of chemical pool with a shy smile on his face.

Although others can't see it, he thinks he is quite shy.

Hearing that this guy was not here to carve underworld characters, Oak finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally a normal guy!

"You want to be Oak's apprentice, right? No problem! Um... take this thing to the apprentice's room and start practicing by drilling holes!"

At the same time as he said this, Oak threw a piece of uneven granite into the hands of the guy with a strange name.

"Remember! Use an awl to drill holes first! Connect the wires after drilling the holes! Don't drill too deep, or the rock will crack, and don't drill too shallow, or the magic crystal powder won't be applied!"

He took a gulp of the chemical pool and nodded excitedly, indicating that he understood.

"Will it work if we just carve the underworld script on it?"

Oak laughed.

"Of course not! You have to use materials with good magic conductivity to be effective! Moreover, you have to concentrate your spirit on the dark runes or connect to the magic stone! This stone is for you to practice! When you learn it, Oak will naturally give you the real thing!"

After saying this, Oak ignored him, went into his room with a pile of orders, and closed the door.

An hour later, when he had finished his work, he would take some time to go to where the apprentices were working and find some faults in their work, which could be considered as guidance.

After listening to Master Oak's instructions, Brother Yikou took the granite in his hand and went straight to the room deep in the magic workshop.

The facilities here are quite rudimentary, with only a few tables and a few sets of crudely made processing tools. If too many people come in later, they might even have to fight for things.

There is a pile of stones in a frame against the wall, probably used for practice. They are the kind that would be of no use if you carved ghostly characters on them.

After drinking the chemical pool in one gulp, he was very curious about the limit of this magical power. However, it seemed that he had to start practicing from the most basic part.

This game was surprisingly realistic, whether it was casting spells or crafting equipment. There were really no shortcuts at all, so much so that he couldn't help but start wondering what the point of the game development team doing this was, or if there was some secret behind it that he didn't understand.

Brother Yikou found a place to sit down and fiddled with the tools for a while. At this time, footsteps were heard outside and another skeleton soldier walked in.

This guy’s ID is Zheng Fangfang, which looks like both a name and an old joke from the previous generation of netizens.

"Huh? Someone's already here?"

Zheng Fangfang was very surprised that someone had the same idea as him.

He thought that this game was for hardcore players and no one would be interested in this slow and meticulous work that would not add much experience.

He looked at him for a few seconds and keenly smelled the scent of his own kind from him. The soul fire flickering in his skull suddenly shook in surprise.

"You are here to learn Hades literature as well, right? Hahaha, nice to meet you! I drank the chemistry pool in one gulp!"

Hearing the name, Zheng Fangfang seemed to remember something and looked at him in surprise.

"Ohhh! I recognize you! You're a talented guy!"

"Hahaha, same here. Since you're here, you're not simple either!" She took a sip of the chemical pool, winked at him with a non-existent eyebrow, and said with a playful smile, "Let's work together if there's a chance!"

Zheng Fangfang excitedly shook the gentleman's hand.

"It's a must, buddy!"

On the other side, Luo Yan, who was heading towards the third level of the maze, suddenly felt a scratch on his back. He reached in with his wand and scratched it, muttering softly at the same time.

"Youyou... I always have a bad feeling."

Youyou, who was floating nearby, said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, Lord Demon. Youyou is keeping an eye on the situation at the Quality Plaza for you! So far, six cases of illegal gaming behaviors have been successfully prevented."

Luo Yan shook his head and whispered.

"It's not the Quality Plaza. There won't be any trouble there. I'm more worried about Oak's magic workshop... Mark the apprentices there and keep a close eye on them."

Youyou: "Magic workshop? Apprentices learning Hades? Hmm... It seems that there is nothing wrong there, but don't worry! Youyou can still handle such a small matter!"

Luo Yan finally nodded with relief.

"Well, I'll leave it to you!" - (The pain from tendonitis is so severe that I haven't finished the next chapter yet. I'll take half a day off. Sorry...) (End of this chapter)