ã€ŠAstralis: Rise of Technologyã€‹


 Chapter 1: Dimensional Anomaly

    Year XX60

    The laboratory was in complete silence. Only the hum of the monitors and the flickering of indicator lights broke the stillness. In the center of the room, a sealed capsule contained a fragment of dark matter floating within a magnetic field. Its faint glow seemed to devour light rather than reflect it.

    [Stability analysis in progress¡­]

    The synthetic voice of AION, the artificial intelligence integrated into his cerebral chip, resonated in Dr. Ethan Vance''s mind.

    [Containment collapse probability: 2.3%. Safety within acceptable parameters.]

    Ethan frowned as he observed the graphs on the screen. Erebo-X¡­ a substance that defied the laws of this universe an unconfirmed material never before seen in its pure state. His team had spent years tracking its presence in cosmic dust clouds and asteroids near black holes. Now, finally, they had a real sample.

    "If we can stabilize the reaction, we might be on the verge of a new energy era¡­" he murmured to himself.

    [Warning. Anomalous activity detected in the sample. I recommend proceeding with caution.]

    Ethan typed a series of commands. The readings fluctuated erratically, but everything still seemed to be under control.

    [Activating stabilization sequence in three¡­ two¡­ one¡­]

    A blinding flash exploded in the room. Ethan felt an impossible pull in all directions, as if his body were being dismantled and reconstructed in the same instant. His vision distorted, the laboratory vanished, and an immense darkness swallowed him.

    He could neither see, hear, nor feel his own body, as if he were trapped in a formless abyss without direction. He tried to move, but he had no limbs¡ªonly a floating consciousness in an ocean of darkness.

    After what felt like an eternity, AION''s voice echoed once more.

    [Extreme interference detected. Unknown¡­ unknown¡­ initiating analysis.]

    And then, suddenly, everything returned. But it was no longer his laboratory.

    An ancient wooden ceiling had replaced the high-tech monitors. The scent of incense and old paper filled the air. His senses were still in chaos when an excited voice broke through the room.

    "The young master has awakened!"

    A servant stood guard in the room. He approached Ethan with concern.

    "Young master! It''s wonderful that you''re awake. Don''t move, I''ll call the doctor right away."

    Under Ethan''s confused gaze, the servant hurried out of the room. The moment his figure disappeared through the door, a sharp pain exploded in Ethan''s head, as if thousands of burning needles were piercing his brain.

    [Alert: Neurological overload detected. Activating stabilization protocol¡­]

    AION''s voice echoed in his mind, distorted, as if struggling to remain active.

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    [Attempting synchronization with support network¡­ Error. No connection detected. Switching to autonomous mode.]

    A flood of data invaded his brain¡ªunknown information, foreign memories, terms he had never heard before. His breathing became erratic.

    [Reconfiguration in progress. I recommend remaining calm.]

    "I¡­ crossed over?"

    Ethan regained his senses. He now had the memories of another person, another world¡­ A fantasy world where the strong could shatter mountains with a single strike and soar through the skies. A world where the weak were mercilessly devoured.

    The name of this body was Li Wei, son of a wealthy mortal businessman¡ªthe lowest tier in the hierarchy of power.

    This world was ruled by various forces: powerful sects and dynasties in constant conflict. He was currently in the Yun Dynasty, an empire that ruled under an imperial system, competing for resources with four great sects. These sects controlled vast regions and maintained a balance of power with the dynasty, though behind the scenes, the struggle for supremacy never ceased.

    The imperial authority governed the territories, constantly clashing with the sects over resources and talent. Meanwhile, the sects recruited disciples from within imperial lands, maintaining a fragile equilibrium between both sides.

    The immortal cultivators were the elite of this world. Whether through noble lineage or sheer power, they ruled over grand cities, both imperial and sectarian. To them, mortals were expendable¡ªmere tools or disposable livestock.

    As the son of a wealthy merchant, Li Wei had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but also with a curse: he possessed no talent for cultivation, not even a low-grade spiritual root. His fate was sealed¡­ To continue his family''s business and accept his place as a mere mortal in a world where the weak could be slaughtered at any moment.

    Ethan felt a strange dizziness. For a moment, even his own name escaped him. "I am¡­ Li Wei? No¡­ I''m Ethan Vance?" A torrent of unfamiliar thoughts intertwined with his own memories, as if his very identity was fracturing.

    AION''s cold voice pulled Ethan out of his thoughts.

    [Alert: Emergency analysis in progress.][Ethan Vance/Li Wei¡­ Error.][¡­ Analysis complete.][Ethan, Status: Mental fatigue. Recommendation: Immediate rest and intake of glucose-rich liquids.]

    "Damn¡­ what''s happening?" Ethan muttered, still disoriented.

    In the blink of an eye, he had gone from his laboratory to this ancient room. The last thing he remembered was the Erebo-X sample destabilizing and then¡­ darkness.

    That experiment was the culmination of years of research. Erebo-X¡­ A material that defied all known laws. If it had truly affected space-time, then maybe it wasn''t just an energy source¡­ but something far more dangerous.

    "AION, log the events before the blackout."

    [During the Erebo-X stabilization process, an unforeseen quantum anomaly was detected. The collapse of its molecular structure generated an unknown fluctuation with potential effects on the space-time continuum. Based on current data, the most probable hypothesis suggests a consciousness transfer. Insufficient information for a conclusive assessment.]

    Ethan clenched his fists. Consciousness transfer? Had he died and now occupied another body?

    Before he could process further, the door to the room opened. A servant in traditional clothing entered alongside an elderly man with a stern face, dressed in ancient robes.

    "Young master, the doctor has arrived," the servant announced respectfully.

    Ethan shiftedhis gaze toward them. According to the memories in his mind, the servant''s name was Zhao Ren. He had been with him since childhood. His father, a former family guard, had died protecting them, so the young servant had remained by his side as an assistant and bodyguard.

    The old man was Master Wang, a renowned physician in this small city. He was respected by both wealthy families and local government officials.

    Master Wang approached and examined Ethan with a furrowed brow.

    "After the fall, the young master seems to have recovered... The fainting was due to the impact, but there are no severe injuries. I''ll leave this medicinal brew to replenish your energy. Please take it immediately. If there are any unusual symptoms, call me."

    With the same speed with which he arrived, Lord Wang left. He was a busy man, and his status allowed him to leave without further explanation.

    The servant looked at Ethan with concern and then handed him a bowl with the brew.

    "Young master, please take it. We''ve informed the master, he should be here soon."

    Ethan took the bowl, but his mind was still trapped on a single question:"Did I really die... and now I''m someone else? No, that''s absurd. But then, how do I explain all of this?"

 Chapter 2: The First Step Towards Expansion

    The door opened quickly, and a burly man in a costly silk robe entered with firm steps. His round face reflected concern, but his gaze relaxed upon seeing Ethan awake.

    "Son, how are you feeling?"

    Ethan, still adjusting, felt a slight nervousness but kept his expression calm. He didn''t want to raise suspicion, as he had not yet fully adapted to his new memories.

    "Just a little dizzy, f-father... It''s nothing serious."

    Li Jiang crossed his arms, observing him attentively but without pressing too much.

    "Good. Make sure to rest. I''ll tell the servants to be on alert in case you need anything."

    He nodded with a slight sigh, as if finally allowing himself to relax. His tone shifted to a more practical one.

    "When you feel better, we will talk. For now, just recover."

    With one last glance, he turned and left the room, leaving behind a momentary sense of stability.

    Ethan let out an internal sigh. He had not yet adapted to his new identity and didn''t want to raise suspicion. Now he had to focus on understanding this world and his new situation.

    "AION, organize the memories. Create a file folder named ''Li Wei'' and classify the information."

    He wanted to structure his thoughts. His mind was in chaos¡ªsometimes he felt like Ethan, sometimes like Li Wei.

    [Confirmed. Creating directory: ''Li Wei.''][Data classification in progress...][Priority set: Personal relationships and current environment.][Identified relatives: Li Jiang: father, Wei Lan: mother, Zhao Ren: servant and personal assistant.][Current environment: Location: Rong City, under the jurisdiction of the Yun Dynasty.][Irrelevant information archived. Memory integration status: 32%. Rest is recommended to avoid neurological overload.]

    Ethan closed his eyes for a moment. At least now he had a starting point. The first step was to recover¡­ then, to understand how to survive in this world.

    "Young master, are you alright?" Zhao Ren asked with concern.

    "I''m fine. Could you bring me something to eat?" Ethan wanted to relax for a moment and let AION continue organizing the memories.

    "Wait a moment, young master. I''ll bring it right away."

    Zhao Ren quickly left the room and headed to the kitchen to give the orders.

    Meanwhile, Ethan reflected on his next steps. Based on the memories analyzed by AION so far, he knew that this world was filled with dangers. People like him, without strength or skills, could die at any moment.

    He felt confused... but also excited. According to the knowledge stored in his mind, this world defied all the laws of physics he knew. It was like opening the door to a universe of new possibilities and theories.

    [Analysis completed. Data organization at 100%.][Main categories: Personal relationships, Environment, Personal history, Irrelevant information]

    With the analysis completed, Ethan reviewed the information to familiarize himself better with his current identity.

    After going over the data, he stood up and began exploring the room he was in. It was a spacious area, decorated with luxury fitting his status. The large carved wooden bed was covered with fine fabrics, and the walls displayed antique-style decorations. A large bronze mirror stood in one corner.

    Ethan approached the mirror and looked at his reflection.

    "Fortunately¡­ I look the same, just a bit younger," he murmured to himself.

    In front of him, a young man in his twenties stared back. His long, black hair was neatly tied, and he wore a high-quality silk robe. His face was handsome, with eyebrows sharp as swords and a serene gaze, too calm for someone of his age.

    While Ethan was lost in his thoughts, a knock on the door was heard.

    "Young master, your food is ready."

    "Come in." Ethan replied in a calm tone. After everything that had happened, he was mentally exhausted and just wanted to eat something to relax.

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    Zhao Ren entered quickly and served a bowl of porridge. Ethan didn''t pay attention to the dish; he simply took the spoon and began to eat.

    While eating, his mind continued working. He now had a clear idea of his identity and current environment. He could simply go on living as the son of a prosperous merchant, enjoying a comfortable life. But his nature wouldn''t allow him to do that.

    The experiment with Erebo-X¡­ why did it react that way? What exactly caused it? What other hidden uses could it have?And beyond that, this world itself was an enigma.

    After eating, night fell. Ethan leaned against the window frame, contemplating the view. Outside, there was only a courtyard with a pond, where fish jumped beneath the faint light of the stars. His gaze remained fixed on the night sky, lost in his thoughts.

    "I wonder where I am¡­ the same universe? Or, based on the multiverse theory, I could have been transferred to a parallel reality, where the fundamental constants differ enough to allow for the existence of cultivators..."

    Ethan squinted. If this world followed different principles, his understanding of science needed to expand beyond the conventional.

    ----

    One night later, Ethan woke up. He was exhausted and had slept in late. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a knock on the door.

    "Young master, are you awake? The Master is expecting you in his office."

    Ethan rubbed his face, still somewhat sleepy.

    "Yes, I''ll be right there."

    He slowly sat up and looked at the silk robes hanging on the rack. Although his body still felt a bit heavy, he decided to dress himself. It took him a few moments to properly adjust the layers and belt, but in the end, he managed without too much trouble.

    He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. There were many questions in his head, but for now, the most important thing was to face the meeting with his "father."

    Following Zhao Ren to his father''s study, Ethan observed the surroundings. The building looked like an old-style villa, with servants busy with their daily tasks. According to his memories, his family was not large.

    Their wealth came from the wine and liquor business. The family''s history dated back to his grandfather, who had developed a special wine recipe. With patience and determination, that first business grew into a distribution network that supplied nobles and government officials. Over the years, his father, Li Jiang, expanded production and established contacts with the elite, consolidating their position in the market.

    As he was thinking, they arrived at the door of the study. Ethan stepped forward and took a deep breath to calm himself, trying to appear as natural as possible. He had reviewed all of his memories with AION''s help, so he felt more confident than the day before.

    "Come in." Li Jiang''s voice resonated from inside the study.

    Ethan slid the door open and entered. The study had an old-style design, with a carved desk and shelves filled with books. The air was infused with the scent of incense and paper.

    "Father." He greeted respectfully.

    "How are you feeling?"

    "I''m fine, Father, thank you. Yesterday I was a bit sore, but I''m feeling better now."

    "I''m glad to hear that. Have you thought about what we discussed?"

    While reviewing his memories the night before, Ethan had learned that, before his accident, his father had wanted him to start getting involved in the family business to train him as his successor.

    Now, Li Jiang planned to expand the business even further and had already set aside a considerable sum for new investments. Ethan, with AION''s help, saw this as an opportunity.

    "Father... if you''ll allow me, I have an idea that could help with the business expansion."

    Li Jiang raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What is it?"

    Ethan took a deep breath. He knew his father wouldn''t accept an idea without solid reasoning. As a businessman, Li Jiang understood that any investment carried risks, and without tangible results, he wouldn''t part with his money easily.

    "If I talk to him about microbiology or chemical processes, he won''t understand anything. I need to explain it in terms he can clearly visualize."

    "Father, I''ve been thinking about ways to improve the quality of our wine. Our current process is good, but there are details that could be optimized."

    Li Jiang narrowed his eyes. "Optimized?"

    "Yes. If we better control the fermentation, we could produce a purer wine with a more refined taste. For example, the type of vessels we use affects the aroma and preservation time. I''ve also considered trying a different blend, adding certain fruits and honey at key moments to enhance the flavor without affecting the wine''s stability."

    Li Jiang placed a hand on his desk. His expression was serious. "Improving the wine sounds good... but any change in production could lead to losses. If something goes wrong, we could end up with whole vats ruined."

    "I know, Father. That''s why I propose running a small-scale test. Not changing the entire process at once, but preparing a few vats using this technique and comparing them with the current ones. If it doesn''t work, the losses will be minimal. But if it does, we could sell a superior quality wine at a much higher price."

    Li Jiang remained silent, evaluating it. Finally, he nodded. "If you truly believe it''s worth trying, I''ll provide the resources for a test. But if the result is unsatisfactory, we won''t insist on it."

    Ethan gave a slight smile. "That''s all I need." Although he was confident in his idea, he knew he couldn''t appear too sure. With AION''s database, improving the quality of wine in this era would be a straightforward process, but he couldn''t reveal the true origin of his knowledge.

    With his father''s approval and the initial capital, he could start building his own wealth and move forward with his future plans and research.

    "I''ll give you 300 taels of silver and 50 of gold for the test. You can take samples from the cellar."

    Ethan managed to maintain composure, but internally, he was surprised. He hadn''t expected his father to entrust him with such a considerable sum right from the start. This showed that Li Jiang genuinely wanted him to grow in the business and was giving him the freedom to make important decisions.

    After saying this, Li Jiang took a bag from his desk and handed it to Ethan.

    "Thank you, Father. I''ll get to work immediately."

    Ethan gave a slight bow of respect and left the study. Zhao Ren followed him in silence.

 Chapter 3: The Dilemma

    Leaving his father''s study, Ethan headed towards the family winery to collect samples. His steps were automatic, but his mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts. He was now Li Wei... but he was still Ethan, too. Technically, they shared the same body, but their memories and experiences were different.

    If a logical hypothesis were followed, the previous owner of this body would have died in the accident, and his own consciousness would have somehow been transferred and reactivated in this new body. However, that conclusion raised too many uncertainties.

    "It doesn''t make sense..." he muttered to himself.

    Concepts such as "soul" or "memory absorption" had no place in the framework of contemporary science. From a neurological perspective, his brain chip, AION, functioned as an advanced neurocomputational interface. Although it had access to the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex¡ªregions crucial for memory consolidation and retrieval¡ªit didn''t implant memories. It merely stored them and optimized their retrieval.

    But then, how was it possible that he knew Li Wei''s story? Why did his mind not only retain those memories, but also feel them as his own? These weren''t fragmented or externally stored information; they were lived experiences with a profound emotional weight.

    Ethan pressed a hand to his forehead. There was a fundamental difference between remembering and being someone. And yet, the more time he spent in this body, the more natural it felt. As if his mind was gradually adapting to the new reality.

    Was it possible that his own identity was changing?

    Instinctively, he tried to remember his lab, the monitors illuminating the Erebo-X pod, AION''s voice echoing in his mind. he still saw him clearly. He was still Ethan Vance. But at the same time, if he closed his eyes, he could just as easily recall the feel of the warm morning sun on the gardens of the Li family estate, the familiar hallways of his home, and her father''s strict upbringing.

    The contradiction was disturbing.

    He sighed and rubbed his forehead. There was no point in getting lost in speculation without concrete data. For now, the only certainty was that he was there. No matter how or why, this was his new environment. If he wanted to survive, adapting was the only option.

    Maybe he didn''t understand it yet. But he would find the answer.

    But that didn''t change reality.

    To the world, he was Li Wei.

    To himself¡­ he was still Ethan Vance.

    For now, that distinction was enough.

    While Ethan remained lost in his thoughts, they arrived at the basement. He observed the place for a moment before giving orders to the guards stationed there.

    "Move a dozen jars."

    The men nodded and immediately began working. For the moment, Ethan didn''t have a suitable area to experiment or a laboratory, but he already had a solution in mind.

    "Zhao Ren, I remember there''s an empty basement in the villa."

    Zhao Ren nodded respectfully. "In response to the young master, that is correct. It was vacated when the business expanded. It was previously used as a storage area, but your father left it unused."

    "Good. Order the servants to clean it and move the jars there. I''ll use it later."

    "Understood, young master." Zhao Ren bowed respectfully before leaving to carry out the orders.

    After giving the instructions, Ethan headed to his room. He needed to organize his thoughts, set an agenda with the next steps, and develop both short- and long-term plans.

    "AION, review the list of viable wines and liquors based on current resources and conditions," he requested as soon as he entered his room.

    [Analyzing raw material availability, infrastructure, and production methods...]

    [Several viable options have been identified according to the current resources. Prioritizing efficiency and profitability, I suggest the following categories: Aged Rice Wine ¨C Controlled fermentation with temperature adjustments to develop a deeper flavor. Fermented Fruit Liquor ¨C Use of local fruits for market diversification, with high acceptance among specific sectors. Rice Distillate ¨C Higher alcohol concentration, requires the implementation of a rudimentary still, but its demand is high in high-income sectors.]

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    Ethan reviewed the options in his mind. Aged rice wine was safe, but it would take longer to achieve concrete results. Fruit liquor was interesting but relied too much on the availability of fresh fruits. Instead, rice distillate, although requiring additional equipment, had a higher profit margin and could be positioned as a premium product.

    rice distillate,If he managed to refine it, he could create a new superior product with less competition.

    "We''ll go with rice distillate."

    [Confirmed. Compiling optimal distillation process based on available technology. Requires still installation, temperature control, and proper storage. Suggest evaluating materials for construction.]

    Ethan nodded. This would mark the first step in his plan. He couldn''t order a complete still, so he''d have to divide the fabrication into parts. Additionally, material selection and process control would be key to ensuring the quality of the distillate.

    He took a brush and a piece of paper, starting to write a list of materials he would need:

    Materials for the still: Copper or forged iron sheets, Thick ceramic vessels, Clay or resin seals, Sturdy wooden supports, High-quality charcoal or firewood.

    Once the list was finished, he folded it and handed it to Zhao Ren, who was already waiting outside the door.

    "Take care of getting these materials at the market"

    Zhao Ren received the list with a respectful bow. "Understood, young master. Do you need anything else?"

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the table, thinking about the next step. He needed to find a blacksmith capable of crafting the pieces separately.

    "Also, find a reliable blacksmith, someone who accepts special orders. I need him to forge some pieces according to my specifications."

    Zhao Ren nodded.

    Ethan exhaled slowly. With this in motion, he''d soon have his equipment ready for the first distillation test.

    "The next thing on the agenda is planning for the future. I''m currently in a stable position, but in this world, nothing is truly secure."

    He watched the light filtering through the window. Despite the apparent calm, risk was always present. Here, where strength defines destiny, relying solely on his surroundings was not an option.

    According to the information left by his predecessor, his talent for cultivation had been evaluated five years ago. Without spiritual roots, he was doomed to irrelevance in the eyes of this world. The only viable path is: technology.

    "If cultivation is not an option, then the only logical answer is to follow the path of science and technology." The words faded into the air. The idea made sense, but putting it into practice was another matter.

    "How should I proceed with the available resources?"

    Ethan analyzed the answer. The world was trapped in a cycle of cultivation and stagnation. For years, people had clung to ancestral teachings without questioning them. With no incentives to innovate, technological progress was nonexistent.

    Ethan sighed. He didn''t have time for speculation. The world would continue to function under its own rules, but that didn''t mean he had to follow them.

    "The first step is to secure my position. Relying on what already exists is a limitation I can''t afford."

    Ethan let out a faint bitter smile. "The distilled wine is a good starting point, but it''s just a means, not an end."

    This world was ruled by sects, clans, and dynasties, and surviving in it meant adapting to their power structures. Even with technology, a single man wouldn''t change anything.

    "I need individuals I can shape from the start."

    But not just anyone. Cultivators were out, at least for now. Also, adults with minds too rigid, trapped in their own vision of the world.

    "Young people. Capable of adapting. Without pre-established loyalties."

    Ethan closed his eyes for a moment. Technology was the key, but without the right people, it would remain just a tool without purpose. If he wanted to build something with real impact, he would need more than just ingenuity. He needed control.

    "Protection and defense... Before developing weapons, I need to make sure I have the right materials, specialized tools, and an efficient production method." Ethan reflected aloud, his mind focused on the essentials.

    AION, provide options. I''m looking for functional weaponry that doesn''t rely on advanced technology but is superior to mecha weapons. Its power and reliability should be enough to face the threats of this world.

    [Analyzing requirements¡­]

    [Spark weapons have limitations in terms of rate of fire, reliability, and power. spark pistols, which are more portable but less accurate and have a shorter range, spark rifles, which are more effective at a distance but less maneuverable. Initial production is feasible with handcrafted methods, though with limitations in consistency and volume.]

    Ethan nodded. Reloading speed was still an issue, but among his options, these weapons were the most realistic.

    The spark pistol offers mobility. A backup weapon, easy to conceal. ¡ªHe crossed his arms, evaluating the alternative¡ª. But the spark rifle gives me more range and power. Facing a cultivator at a distance could make the difference.

    "We''ll make both," his tone left no room for doubt. "Now, the materials."

    [Confirming choice¡­]

    AION processed the information before continuing.

    Required materials: steel and wood for the structure. For black powder, sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter are needed. Expected limitations: assembly precision, steel quality, and powder consistency.

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the table. Gunpowder was as essential as the weapon itself. Without it, any effort would be in vain.

    "AION, identify viable sources of saltpeter in our immediate surroundings."

    [Analyzing¡­]

    Natural nitrate deposits can form in stables, latrines, and soils rich in decaying organic matter. It is recommended to inspect these areas to assess the feasibility of extraction.

    Ethan nodded. If there was enough saltpeter, he would just need a method to purify it.

    I''ll send someone to check those places. If there''s enough material, we''ll start gathering immediately.

    [Feasible plan. Proceed with the material acquisition phase¡­]

    Ethan exhaled slowly. He knew it wouldn''t be easy, but it wouldn''t be impossible either. It all started with a solid foundation.

    "Then, let''s first consolidate the steel production."

    The first step of his journey had just been defined.

 Chapter 4: Forging the Future

    The next day, Ethan was reviewing the cart loaded with the list of materials he had requested and confirming prices."Thick ceramic jars, clay seals, wooden supports, high-quality charcoal..." he murmured while inspecting each item.

    After instructing the servants to take the materials to the basement, he headed towards the blacksmith and goldsmith recommended by Zhao Ren to place the specific orders. He needed to order two thin metal pipes, a sheet of copper or wrought iron for a small boiler, and a coil. He wasn''t looking for anything refined or complex, just the individual pieces.

    Zhao Ren took the reins of the cart, skillfully guiding it through the city streets. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze constantly scanned the surroundings, as if always assessing potential threats or alternative routes.

    On the way, Ethan observed the city for the first time. The main streets were paved with stone, and the dirt alleys were traversed by merchants and citizens. There were bustling markets where traders shouted their products, workshops with blacksmiths and carpenters working in plain sight of passersby, and restaurants with spicy aromas wafting through the air.

    The architectural style was of ancient grandeur: wooden and stone buildings with curved roofs, adorned with intricate reliefs.

    After several minutes, the cart had left the city center and approached the artisan district, a street lined with workshops. There were carpenters, goldsmiths, and blacksmiths working openly, the sound of metal being struck and the scent of freshly cut wood filled the air.

    At the end of the street, they found a medium-sized forge. It didn''t go unnoticed, but neither did it stand out excessively. A wooden sign hung at the entrance with the name engraved in bold characters:"Serene Forge"

    The owner of this forge was Zhang Wei, though most knew him as Old Zhang. In his youth, he had founded the workshop and gained a solid reputation for his reliable and sturdy work. He was still in charge of the place, alongside his two sons and apprentices, Zhang Tie and Zhang Jin.

    Ethan disembarked from the cart and walked firmly through the workshop''s entrance. As soon as he stepped inside, a wave of heat enveloped him. In the background, the rhythmic strikes of a hammer against hot metal echoed, accompanied by the crackling of burning coal in the forge.

    A young man was sitting behind the counter, organizing accounts in a ledger. On the sides, wooden shelves displayed everyday tools: hoes, hoops, hammers, nails, and iron hinges, essential pieces for the local farmers and artisans. In a more discreet corner, there was a pair of swords, but their quality was mediocre compared to the weapons of the clans. It wasn''t hard to deduce that the business was more focused on providing tools for mortal families and workers than on making high-level weaponry.

    Noticing the entrance of two people, Zhang Tie immediately stood up. He carefully observed their attire: a well-dressed young man accompanied by a servant. No doubt, high-profile clients that he could not afford to offend."Welcome! How may I assist you?" he asked in a respectful tone.

    Before Ethan could respond, Zhao Ren stepped forward and spoke naturally, his attitude imposing but without arrogance."My young master is looking for blacksmith Zhang Wei for a custom order."

    Zhang Tie nodded immediately and pointed to the back of the workshop."My father is at the forge. Please, follow me."

    With quick steps, he led them through the workshop, where the air was filled with the smell of molten iron and burning coal. In the back, near an anvil blackened by years of use, a middle-aged man with a short beard and somewhat graying hair was hammering a red-hot metal bar. His work-hardened muscles and firm posture made it clear that, although he was no longer young, he still retained his skill.

    Noticing the presence of visitors, he set the hammer aside and removed his leather apron before turning toward them."Father, this gentleman wishes to place a special order," announced Zhang Tie respectfully.

    The blacksmith observed Ethan with an analytical gaze. While it wasn''t uncommon to receive orders from young men from wealthy families, most sought weapons or pieces of armor, not regular blacksmith work."I am Zhang Wei. What do you need, young master?" he asked in a deep but polite voice.

    Ethan, maintaining a calm expression, nodded slightly."I need some custom metal pieces."

    Old Zhang raised an eyebrow, curious."What kind of pieces?"

    Ethan took out a scroll where he had sketched the approximate designs."I require two thin metal pipes, one straight and the other spiral-shaped, that can connect to a ceramic jar. Also, a sheet of copper or wrought iron that can be molded into an adjustable lid, with an opening."

    Zhang Wei took the scroll and studied it carefully. His eyes scanned each stroke of the design, especially pausing at the spiral pipe. He furrowed his brow and scratched his beard thoughtfully."Hmmm... this isn''t something people ask for every day. The spiral pipe will be a bit complicated to make, and working with copper sheets isn''t easy."

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    Ethan maintained his calm expression."I just need the pieces to fit well and be durable."

    Old Zhang nodded slowly and folded the scroll before placing it on a workbench."The spiral pipe will take more time, and copper isn''t cheap."

    Ethan took out a bag of silver coins and placed it on the table with a precise motion."Half now, half when the work is finished."

    Zhang Wei took the bag, weighing it in his hand with a calculating look. After a moment of silence, he nodded."Alright, it should be ready in three days."

    Ethan slightly inclined his head in agreement and turned to leave. Zhao Ren followed him without saying a word. As they left the forge behind, Ethan analyzed the next steps. The preparations for the construction of the distillery were complete.

    Upon leaving the forge, Ethan climbed into the cart and instructed Zhao Ren to take a turn around the city. Though he possessed the memories of his predecessor, he needed to validate the information for himself.

    The artisan street served its purpose as a production hub. Carpenters were working on furniture, while other shops offered agricultural tools and household items. In some larger establishments, weapons such as swords, spears, and knives were on display. In a world where violence was a constant, access to weaponry seemed more of a necessity than a privilege.

    The social structure was based on security and strength. Wealthy families and merchants hired guards for protection, while mercenaries organized in groups for hunting and exploration. Stories of mercenaries stumbling upon rare spiritual herbs and ascending were common. Though these cases were exceptional, they weren''t impossible. Not everyone had spiritual roots or the resources to cultivate, so such stories served as inspiration for some.

    However, opportunities went hand in hand with dangers. In the wilderness, demonic beasts posed the greatest threat. These creatures, unlike ordinary beasts, had an innate affinity for spiritual energy, granting them physical abilities superior to those of humans. Their attacks on mercenaries, merchants, and even entire cities were a constant reminder of the world''s risks.

    Despite their danger, demonic beasts were also a valuable source of resources. Their meat, skin, bones, and spiritual cores were highly valued materials, traded in cities of cultivators.

    As Ethan entered through the restaurant door, he was greeted by a lively scene. The interior was spacious, with wooden beams carved with intricate patterns. The aroma of roasted meat, spices, and liquor floated in the air, blending with the sound of laughter and animated conversations. Above, private balconies allowed higher-status diners to enjoy their meals with more privacy.

    A well-dressed waiter approached immediately and, with a slight bow, guided them to a table near a first-floor window with a view of the street. Ethan didn''t hesitate to place his order."Bring me lacquered duck, beef noodle soup, steamed dumplings, and sweet and sour pork. Also, some rice and a jar of good wine."

    The waiter nodded efficiently and withdrew. Ethan leaned slightly in his seat and, by instinct, brought his hand to the bridge of his nose, trying to adjust glasses that weren''t there. An automatic gesture, engraved in his memory after years of wearing them.

    He clicked his tongue silently. Although his vision was good enough in this world, he didn''t quite feel himself without them.

    "Sit down," he ordered Zhao Ren, not taking his eyes off the table.

    Zhao Ren, who had remained standing behind him like a guard, hesitated for a moment. However, upon noticing Ethan''s calm gaze, he obeyed and sat across from him. Though he was his servant, their relationship went beyond a simple master-servant bond. They had known each other since childhood, and if there was anyone Ethan could trust without hesitation, it was him.

    As they waited, the restaurant''s hustle and bustle blended with the conversations of nearby diners."Did you hear? A disciple from the Sect of a Thousand Bones massacred an entire village."

    Ethan kept a neutral expression, but his mind immediately registered the name.

    "Shhh, don''t say nonsense," another man at the table replied nervously."According to official news, the village was attacked by a demonic beast. The county has already mobilized cultivators to deal with the problem."

    "Bah, nonsense!" the first man snorted in annoyance."The nearby villages witnessed the scene and swear it was a cultivator dressed in black. His technique was related to bones; it was clearly those lunatics."

    His companions tried to calm him down, but the man seemed too upset to stop.

    Ethan did not immediately react, but memories began to surface in his mind. The Sect of a Thousand Bones was one of the four main sects of the Yun Dynasty, but unlike the other three, its reputation was stained with blood.

    The Jade Sword Sect represented unmatched swordsmanship, cultivating fencing techniques. The Iron Tiger Sect prioritized strength and endurance, forging their bodies into weapons. The Fire Lotus Sect mastered the path of fiery spiritual energy.

    But the Sect of a Thousand Bones¡­ it was different.

    While the other sects cultivated strength by constantly integrating spiritual energy into their bodies, the Sect of a Thousand Bones followed the demonic path. Their disciples also used the lives of mortals and cultivators as fuel for their progress. For them, the human body was nothing more than raw material; blood, marrow, and bones were ingredients refined into cultivation tools or living weapons. Their techniques could extract the very essence of an enemy, molding it into bone talismans or into flesh puppets that obeyed without free will.

    Rumors spoke of disciples carrying weapons forged from human spines. But they weren''t just tavern rumors. For centuries, the lands of the Yun Dynasty had been witnesses to their atrocities, and although the other sects tried to eradicate them more than once, the Sect of a Thousand Bones had proven to be a force difficult to extinguish.

    They could face the fragile alliance of the three orthodox sects, plagued by internal struggles and conflicts of interest, without fear. As for the Yun Dynasty, their stance was clear: as long as the balance of power was maintained, some sacrifices were acceptable. They did not interfere in the sects'' wars, because if all suffered losses, their control over the domain would only solidify further.

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the table. He dismissed the concern for the moment. He was still far from being able to get involved in the matters of high-level cultivators. For now, his priority remained the same: to develop himself.

    The aroma of the freshly served lacquered duck interrupted his thoughts. Without further delay, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

 Chapter 5: The First Step on the Path

    A few hours later, Ethan left the restaurant and continued exploring the city. Zhao Ren was driving the carriage while Ethan attentively observed his surroundings. His thoughts, however, were elsewhere. Throughout his life, he had worn glasses. They had become an extension of himself, a deeply ingrained habit that even now, in a body with perfect vision, he couldn''t ignore.

    He adjusted the bridge of non-existent glasses with an unconscious gesture and sighed. Although he no longer needed them, there was something about their absence that made him uneasy. They were more than just a tool for seeing; they were part of his identity.

    He decided to approach a jewelry store to place a special order. He wasn''t looking for functional glasses, but an accessory. Something that would maintain the image he had projected for so many years in his past life. A golden frame, discreet yet refined.

    As he entered, the soft chime of bells announced his presence. The interior was a reflection of the city''s wealth and refinement. Dark wood displays showcased rings, necklaces, and bracelets set with precious stones.

    An elderly man with a well-groomed beard and embroidered tunic greeted him with a slight bow.

    "Welcome, young master. How may I assist you?"

    Ethan let his gaze wander around the place before replying.

    "I want to place a special order," he said calmly.

    "A thin, lightweight gold frame, with a refined design. It should surround the lower contour of two rounded lenses and be supported by a firm bridge. No embellishments."

    The elderly man nodded slowly while stroking his beard.

    "It is not common, but I have seen similar designs among some scholars. We can make the frame to your specifications."

    Ethan nodded, satisfied. Just as he was about to close the deal, something in one of the showcases caught his attention. Among the jade and pearls, a wooden box displayed several crystal quartz stones, precisely cut and polished.

    He approached and took one of them. He held it up to the light and observed its transparency. It wasn''t perfect like modern glass, but it wasn''t completely opaque either. An idea formed in his mind.

    "Can this material be cut into thin sheets and polished further?"

    "It is possible," the elderly man shot him an intrigued glance before nodding slowly.

    Ethan left the stone in his palm and smiled faintly. While he no longer needed glasses to improve his vision, adding crystal quartz plates to the frame would make the glasses look more authentic.

    "Use them for the frame," he ordered, placing a bag on the counter.

    "I want the pieces to be thin and smooth, without imperfections."

    The elderly man smiled discreetly upon seeing the payment in advance.

    "We''ll have it ready in a few days."

    Ethan nodded after discussing the details with the elderly man and turned to leave. Zhao Ren, who had remained silent throughout the transaction, followed him with an indifferent expression.

    After leaving the jewelry store, Ethan returned to the family villa. The first thing he did was inspect the basement, which would serve as his temporary work area.

    Upon arrival, he found that the servants had already cleaned the place, but it was still nearly empty. Only a few shelves lined the walls, holding jars of aged wine. On the floor, several boxes contained the materials he had requested, but there was no suitable furniture for working.

    "Go and tell the servants to bring a large table, a sturdy desk, several chairs, and some extra oil lamps. I''ll also need shelves to organize the materials and a lockable chest," Ethan ordered Zhao Ren, who was guarding the basement entrance.

    "Right away, young master."

    Zhao Ren left without asking questions.

    Making use of his time, Ethan began planning the layout of the basement. It wasn''t a particularly large area, barely about twenty square meters, with low ceilings and a single entrance.

    He decided to place the desk and work table near the main oil lamp to take advantage of the light, with the shelves lined up against the walls to maximize space. He would also leave an open area in the center for easy movement.

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    As he mentally reviewed his design, he heard Zhao Ren''s footsteps returning with the servants. Soon, the first work area began to take shape.

    ----

    Three days passed quickly. During that time, Ethan had not been idle. He refined his future plans, adjusted every detail of his production and sales strategy with AION, making sure to optimize resources and minimize risks.

    He leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes for a moment, instructing AION to show the detailed plan.

    [Initial Procedure: ¡­, Distribution Phase: ¡­, Market Segmentation: ¡­, Scalability Protocol: ...]

    Ethan nodded slightly. Everything was in order. Now, it was time to execute.

    He called Zhao Ren, and together they headed to the blacksmith shop of the old Zhang. The journey was equally calm, and they soon arrived at their destination.

    Upon entering, they were greeted by a young man who bore a certain resemblance to Zhang Tie. His name was Zhang Jin, the other son of the old Zhang.

    Unlike his brother, Zhang Jin had a more serious and reserved demeanor. Even so, he stood up and gave a slight bow.

    "Welcome, young master. My father is in the back, please follow me."

    Without another word, he turned and led them deeper into the blacksmith shop.

    Ethan followed Zhang Jin through the shop. The heat of the red-hot metal and the sound of the hammer striking the anvil filled the air, but Zhang Jin led them to a quieter area in the back.

    There, the old Zhang was inspecting a set of pieces carefully laid out on a table. Upon seeing Ethan, he stopped what he was doing and gave him a smile.

    "Young master, your orders are ready. Everything has been forged according to your specifications."

    Ethan approached and examined each piece calmly. He had no reason to doubt the old Zhang''s skill, but still, he checked for any imperfections. The pieces had the right weight and balance, the finishes were clean, and there were no signs of weaknesses in the joints.

    After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.

    "Good work. This will be enough for now."

    The old Zhang let out a laugh and crossed his arms.

    "If you need more orders in the future, don''t hesitate to come. As long as this blacksmith shop stands, you can count on us."

    Ethan placed a cloth bag with the payment on the table.

    "I''ll keep that in mind."

    Zhao Ren gathered the pieces and efficiently loaded them onto the carriage. With nothing more to discuss, they bid their farewells and left the blacksmith shop, making a brief stop at the jewelry store to pick up the previous order.

    Upon entering, the old jeweler immediately recognized them and, without needing words, retreated to the back of the store. Moments later, he returned with a small lacquered wooden box. He carefully opened it, revealing the gold-framed glasses.

    Ethan took them and examined them closely. The frame was thin yet sturdy, with a refined shine. The quartz lenses were well-polished, with no visible imperfections or rough edges. He placed them on with a natural movement and blinked a couple of times, getting used to the sensation.

    He didn''t need glasses to see, but the familiarity of the weight on his nose felt strangely comforting.

    "Flawless work," he commented, satisfied.

    The old man nodded with a slight smile. "If you ever need another order, my shop is always open."

    Ethan put the box away. "I''ll keep that in mind."

    With the matter settled, they returned to the carriage and headed back to the villa.

    Back in the villa''s basement, Ethan inspected the pieces once more before beginning the assembly. Zhao Ren, without needing instructions, carefully unloaded each component onto the worktable.

    Ethan took the main vessel, a reinforced copper cauldron, and placed it on a metal stand. Its base was wide to ensure stability, and at the top, it had an opening where the conduction tube would fit. He sealed the connection with a mix of clay and ash, an effective method to prevent steam leaks.

    Next, he took the spiral copper tubing and placed it on an elevated stand. Its function was to cool and condense the vapors as they passed through. To improve the cooling, he placed a ceramic container around the spiral, which he would later fill with cold water.

    Finally, he installed the collection vessel at the end of the tube, a simple glazed clay jar. He made sure the tilt was just right so that the flowing liquid wouldn''t get trapped in the tubing.

    When he was done, he stepped back and observed the setup closely. It was a simple design, but functional. It wasn''t the type of work he would do in a real laboratory, but given the circumstances, it was enough to get started.

    "Prepare the fire, but not here," he ordered without taking his eyes off the still. "This place doesn''t have enough ventilation. Take it to an open area."

    Zhao Ren nodded without questioning and, with the help of some servants, moved the equipment to the villa''s backyard. There, the fresh air would disperse the vapors, and the fire could be controlled more safely.

    Meanwhile, Ethan adjusted his glasses and double-checked the connections one last time, making sure everything was in place. His plan was just beginning.

    "Fill the cauldron with wine and seal the lid tightly."

    Zhao Ren took one of the wine jugs and poured its contents into the copper vessel. Meanwhile, a servant firmly secured the lid, adjusting the metal clamps to prevent leaks. Ethan checked the connection between the cauldron and the conduction tube, ensuring the joint was airtight.

    "Light the fire."

    An orange glow illuminated the base of the still as the burning charcoal began to heat the cauldron. Slowly, the liquid inside started to rise in temperature. Ethan crossed his arms and waited in silence, observing the process carefully.

    It didn''t take long before he noticed the first changes. After a while, steam began to rise through the tube, condensing on the copper walls before passing into the cooling coil. To improve efficiency, he ordered the servants to pour well water into the container surrounding the coil, keeping the temperature low so the steam would quickly turn into liquid.

    Small droplets began to slide down the outlet pipe, and eventually, a thin, transparent stream of liquid began to flow into the collection vessel. Ethan took a ceramic jar and dropped a few drops onto his palm. He brought the sample to his nose and smelled it carefully.

    "The scent is strong¡­ but it''s still not pure enough."

    He knew that the first distillation contained impurities, so a second distillation was needed to refine the result.

    "The next batch will be cleaner."

    With patience, he allowed the process to continue, collecting only the middle part of the distillate, the fraction with the highest purity and best flavor. Finally, when he noticed the aroma starting to change, he separated the last portion.

    By the end of the night, several ceramic jars with refined liquor were lined up on the table. Ethan observed them calmly.

 Chapter 6: The Path to Control

    For Ethan, this was just the first step. His next goal was to present the new product to his father and, with it, gain the necessary approval to scale production.

    "Move the jugs to the warehouse. Zhao Ren, take one and follow me, we''re going to see my father," Ethan ordered with precision, ensuring that each action was executed according to plan.

    During the distillation process, Ethan meticulously separated the fractions of the product. The heads, which contained volatile compounds, were stored for potential chemical applications and as a disinfectant. On the other hand, he decided to keep the heart, the purest and best-tasting fraction, intended for the business. He still didn''t have a clear use for the tails, but he considered the possibility of selling them as a lower-quality liquor in the future. With each decision, he optimized resources and minimized waste.

    Before entering his father''s study, Ethan formally and calmly announced his presence.

    "Father, it''s me. May I enter?" he asked in a calm voice.

    "Come in," his father replied after a few seconds, his tone tired.

    Upon sliding the door open, Ethan found him seated behind his desk, looking exhausted and worried while reviewing a letter. A rare detail; according to his memories, his father rarely let his thoughts show.

    "Father, is something wrong?" he asked cautiously.

    His father sighed before answering.

    "Some wine shipments sent to nearby cities have suffered incidents," he explained in a controlled tone.

    After a brief pause, he continued, "A few days ago, a cargo convoy bound for Yongfeng City was attacked by bandits. All the goods were lost, and the hired guards and mercenaries were killed."

    Ethan frowned. A convoy was a group of merchants who organized to travel together and reduce risks through shared security. The fact that an entire convoy had been annihilated was an anomaly. This wasn''t just a simple robbery.

    "Has the county taken any action?" Ethan asked, maintaining his logical approach. Under normal circumstances, the authorities should have intervened, investigating and eradicating those responsible to restore security to the trade routes.

    "They''ve only said they''ll investigate, but the situation is worrying. They haven''t taken any real action, as if they want to ignore it. Even the Han family suffered losses and demanded answers, but received the same empty response," his father replied, frustrated.

    Ethan couldn''t help but show surprise. The Han family wasn''t just any group of merchants; they were a family of cultivators with significant influence in the region. Their main business was mining, and they controlled a Black Iron mine, a mineral used in the manufacturing of weapons and spiritual artifacts due to its superior hardness.

    If even a family with their influence couldn''t get a response from the county, then the situation was more complicated than it seemed. The lack of action from the authorities could mean incompetence, corruption, or a larger-scale problem. Ethan understood that he would need more information before jumping to conclusions.

    "Things have been tense lately," his father said, folding the letter with a heavy sigh. "There are rumors of a possible war to the east of the Yun Dynasty. For now, they''re nothing more than whispers, but if they turn out to be true¡­"

    Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine. Underground currents might be stirring.

    "How reliable are these rumors?" he asked, his tone measured.

    "Some merchants have mentioned that caravans from that region are transporting more weapons than goods. And now these attacks on our shipments¡­ It might not be a coincidence."

    Ethan narrowed his eyes, processing the information. If a war broke out, trade would become unstable, and security would be a scarce resource. He couldn''t afford to get caught in the middle of a crisis without a plan.

    "We need to accelerate our plans," Ethan thought to himself.

    "By the way, what did you come to see me for?" His father broke the silence with a slightly more relaxed tone.

    Ethan snapped out of his thoughts and signaled Zhao Ren, who had been waiting outside.

    "Bring me the jug," he ordered calmly.

    When Zhao Ren returned with the container, Ethan opened it with precision.

    "I want to show you the new product I developed," he announced, with a calculating gleam in his eyes.

    His father raised an eyebrow. He hadn''t expected his son to achieve results so quickly. Any change in wine production was a risk, especially when trying to innovate.

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    As soon as the seal was removed, a powerful, intense aroma flooded the room. It wasn''t the soft, fruity scent of traditional rice wine, but a robust fragrance.

    Ethan took a ceramic cup and poured the transparent liquid with precision. His father, without taking his eyes off it, took the cup and examined it with an expert eye. The clarity of the liquor was flawless, with no impurities.

    With a slight flick of his wrist, he brought the drink to his lips and took a sip. Instantly, a scorching heat descended his throat like a river of fire, expanding through his chest and limbs. It wasn''t just alcohol... it was a spark that ignited the senses, as if the blood itself were burning.

    "Wonderful!" his father exclaimed, feeling how the liquor dispelled the accumulated fatigue. "This isn''t just a drink, this is a wine worthy of warriors and emperors. This is how a man should drink!"

    Ethan watched his father with satisfaction, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. The plan had been 80% successful. Only the sale remained.

    "This is rice liquor," he explained in a measured tone. "I obtained it through a process called distillation. Essentially, it involves separating the purest essence from the wine through heat, concentrating its flavor and potency. It can no longer be considered wine, but a completely different liquor."

    His father nodded slowly, understanding the idea. He looked at the cup in his hand with a thoughtful expression.

    "Uhh... I understand the general idea," he murmured, before taking another sip. "This liquor can be sold for a much higher price than wine. How do you plan to market it?"

    Ethan narrowed his eyes, his mind already calculating the next steps.

    "We can start by offering this liquor as a luxury product. Nobles and wealthy merchants will always be willing to pay for exclusive goods. But that''s just the first step."

    Ethan paused briefly, organizing his thoughts before continuing.

    "I plan to increase production, but for that, I''ll need more capital. Part of the profits and initial capital will be allocated to protection. After all, carrying a treasure without the strength to safeguard it only invites the greed of others. If the external situation continues to deteriorate, we can''t rely on the county to ensure our security. We need loyal guards and a more secure transport system."

    His father drummed his fingers on the table, evaluating each word.

    "In the medium term, we can also diversify," Ethan continued. "The distillation process not only creates this liquor I showed you, but also a lower-quality version. We could use that to supply taverns, selling it at a more accessible price and expanding the market without wasting anything."

    His father let out a slight laugh.

    "It seems you''ve already thought it through."

    Ethan held his gaze seriously.

    "We can''t afford to depend on others. If the world becomes chaotic, those who aren''t prepared will be the first to fall."

    There was a long silence. His father observed him carefully. Finally, he exhaled slowly and nodded.

    "Alright. We''ll do it your way." His eyes narrowed with a mix of pride and reflection. "I''m getting old... From now on, the business is yours. If something goes wrong, let me know."

    Then, he reclined with a satisfied expression and drank another cup of liquor with delight.

    Ethan stood frozen for a moment, surprised. He hadn''t expected his father to hand over the reins of the family business so soon. However, this was an invaluable opportunity. With authority over the business, expansion would be much easier.

    "Thank you, Father. I promise I''ll make the family business grow," Ethan declared with determination.

    "Hahaha, then the future depends on you," his father let out a satisfied laugh.

    As Ethan exited his father''s study, his expression was one of resolve. With control of the family business, his plans could now accelerate. The conversation with his father had not only given him authority but also a peculiar sense of urgency.

    He didn''t believe in coincidences. The recent attacks, the increased arms traffic in the east of the Yun Dynasty, and the county''s lack of response formed a troubling pattern. Someone was pulling the strings in the shadows. For Ethan, this was not just a warning¡ªit was a reminder: security was an illusion if you didn''t have control over it.

    He turned to Zhao Ren, who followed him in silence.

    "Zhao Ren, gather information on the guards working for the family. I want a detailed report of their history, origin, and any suspicious loyalties."

    If he planned to expand his operations and recruit more men, the first thing was to eliminate internal problems. Most of the guards had served the family for years, but that didn''t mean they were unbreakable. Greed, desperation, or fear could turn anyone into a traitor.

    "Understood, Young Master." Zhao Ren bowed seriously before leaving.

    Ethan remained in the courtyard, gazing at the sky darkened by clouds. His thoughts were cold and calculating.

    A single thought triggered AION.

    [Analysis: The current security structure lacks the ability to respond to external threats. There are no efficient internal control mechanisms.]

    Ethan closed his eyes for a moment. He knew this. The current guards were just a temporary barrier¡ªmen hired for money without a real reason to risk their lives for the family. Loyalty wasn''t something you bought with coins; it had to be built.

    [Possible solution: Creation of an incentive system based on rewards and penalties.]

    The idea lingered in his mind. If he wanted a stable structure, he needed to build a chain of command, something that could scale over time.

    Rewards, discipline, fear.

    If wealth attracted greed, then he had to use it to his advantage. It wasn''t enough to just pay wages; he had to establish a system that made his men feel that ascending was the only acceptable path and failure was unthinkable.

    "AION, record the concept."

    [New entry: Militarized Merit System.]

    Ethan reflected as he walked slowly through the courtyard. It had to be simple at first, but scalable.

    "Point allocation based on contributions. Merits for service, loyalty, combat achievements, or valuable information. Points are exchanged for better conditions: higher salary, equipment, authority."

    AION responded in its impersonal tone.

    [Record updated.]

    "But incentives alone aren''t enough. Incompetence and betrayal must come at a steep price," Ethan continued.

    Fear and ambition, two forces that drove humans.

    Ethan felt the plan starting to take shape. This system wouldn''t only serve the guards. Eventually, his entire structure would follow. A world of cultivators respected power, and power had to be managed with precision.

    [Concept established.]

    "First, I need suitable candidates."

    Ethan opened his eyes. The cold evening wind rustled his tunic, but his determination remained unwavering.

    "Everything starts by securing the foundation."

    He knew this system would be the backbone of his future army.

 Chapter 7: The Rise of an Organization

    The next day, Ethan was in his laboratory, reviewing a list of potential products to expand the business.

    "Whisky and rum¡­ The materials for whisky are relatively simple. As for rum¡­ sugarcane or beets will be the main issue. Most people still use honey for sweetening, and I haven''t heard of refined sugar or sugarcane in this place," he murmured to himself.

    At that moment, a call interrupted his thoughts.

    "Master."

    Ethan looked up. The voice came from the other side of the door.

    "Come in."

    Zhao Ren entered respectfully and handed him a scroll.

    "Master, I have completed what you asked for."

    Ethan took the list and reviewed it. It contained about 15 names, most of them servants, with only a few guards. In total, his family had only five guards, tasked with the security of the residence.

    Wei Jiang ¨C Veteran. Has served the family for over 20 years and accompanied his father in dangerous moments. (Loyal, protective of family and friends).Hu Zhan ¨C Tall and strong man, wields a war axe. (Loyal, 29 years old, has served his father for over 10 years, simple and honest mentality).Hu Jian ¨C Older brother of Hu Zhan, of similar build, uses a halberd. (Loyal, 31 years old, has also served his father for over 10 years, simple and honest mentality).Shen Bao ¨C Silent and reserved. Has been with the family for less than two years. According to the butler''s records, his village was destroyed by demonic cultivators and he was the only survivor. The old master offered him a job as a guard. (Withdrawn personality).Liu Han ¨C Sword master, greedy, there are rumors of his contact with the Chu family. (Suspicious).

    "Mei Lan ¨C Trusted servant, skilled in cooking, Xu Ping Loyal butler in charge of administration, Yun Tao Young apprentice, curious and hardworking¡­"

    Ethan placed the list on the table and thought for a moment.

    "The number of guards is small, but at least they are experienced people with proven loyalty. However, Liu Han represents a risk. If the rumors about his relationship with the Chu family are true, I must keep a close watch on him."

    The Chu family was another merchant house in the wine business in the city. The competition between the two often caused friction, and the possibility that they had informants within his house could not be dismissed.

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the desk, lost in his thoughts.

    "In this world, the weak are prey. Drawing too much attention without enough strength is inviting disaster."

    He lifted his gaze and fixed it on the list.

    "Security is the immediate priority. I need more guards, but recruiting them directly will attract suspicion. Also, the business cannot be tied to my family if I want to expand without drawing attention."

    He let out a sigh and rested his elbows on the table.

    "If I want to operate freely, I must create an organization, one not directly linked to the family. I could recruit people under the name of the organization and stay in the shadows until I have enough strength." His mind began to outline a plan.

    "First stage: recruitment. I need to attract people willing to join. A merit-based system will ensure their loyalty. The best candidates will be orphans, vagrants. If I offer them stability and purpose, they''ll be easier to win over and less likely to betray me."

    Ethan narrowed his eyes, processing each possibility.

    "In the meantime, weapons production must move forward. All materials are ready, but I need a trustworthy blacksmith. I can''t afford leaks at this stage."

    A name crossed his mind: Old Zhang.

    "His reputation is solid. If I can guarantee his loyalty, he could be the first pillar of this new organization."

    "Everything will begin in the shadows. By the time anyone notices its existence, it will already be too late to stop it." Ethan drummed his fingers once more, his mind already visualizing the first steps of his plan.

    The next step is weapons production. Setting up a workshop in the city was too risky. The best option was to move the operation to the outskirts, maybe to a nearby town where surveillance was more lenient. A discreet place.

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    He couldn''t buy the land under his name or the family''s. Everything had to be done without leaving a trace. Zhao Ren would disguise himself as a wandering merchant in search of opportunities and take care of finding suitable land.

    Once the land was secured, construction of the workshop would begin immediately. Nothing flashy, just a sturdy structure capable of housing a foundry.

    To avoid leaks, production would be divided into phases. First, steel ingots would be made at the workshop, and those ingots would be delivered to the blacksmith, who would work on them. There would be no direct links between the foundry and weapon manufacturing.

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the table, visualizing the next steps. With a steady flow of steel, the production of rifle cannons could begin without raising suspicion. The first move was in motion. Now, it just had to be executed with precision.

    Ethan calmly stood up and gave instructions to Zhao Ren."Gather the family''s guards in the courtyard. I have something to announce."

    With his hands crossed behind his back, he left the laboratory while Zhao Ren bowed in obedience."I''ll be there shortly, young master."

    A few minutes later, Zhao Ren returned with the group. The guards greeted him respectfully.

    Ethan scanned the group with his gaze, evaluating each one.

    Wei Jiang, the most veteran, was a tall man in his fifties, with gray hair and a scar crossing his left eye. He used to be a member of a mercenary group, lost the eye in a mission gone wrong, and retired. Seeking stability, he came to Rong and met his father. His experience made him a valuable asset.

    The Hu brothers, Hu Jian and Hu Zhan, were imposing. Tall and muscular, they stood around two meters in height. The older, Hu Jian, had a shaved head and a well-groomed beard, while his younger brother, Hu Zhan, kept his hair short and a more sparse beard. Although intelligence wasn''t their strong suit, they were men of trust, loyal and fierce in combat.

    Shen Bao, on the other hand, radiated coldness. Two years ago, when he went out to gather firewood, his village was massacred by demonic cultivators. Since then, he trained obsessively, but unfortunately, he lacked talent for cultivation."Shen Bao... A man marked by tragedy. Such deep-rooted hatred can be a powerful engine if channeled correctly." Ethan considered the possibility of recruiting him for his future organization. "Just need to see if he has enough courage."

    Finally, his gaze landed on Liu Han. Of distinguished bearing and unquestionable sword skills, however, his loyalty belonged not to an ideal nor a family, but to gold, wine, and women. A sharp sword, but unreliable.

    Ethan let the silence settle before continuing."As you all know, from now on, I will be in charge of the family matters. I wanted to gather you because you are the strength of this house, and your loyalty and performance will be key in the future."

    His gaze scanned each of the guards, making sure they understood the weight of his words. Then, after briefly discussing assignments and tasks, he ended the meeting.

    "That''s all for now. Return to your duties."

    The guards responded with a respectful salute before leaving. However, when Shen Bao turned to leave, Ethan''s voice stopped him.

    "Shen Bao, stay for a moment."

    The young man stopped immediately and turned to Ethan with a confused expression, though his gaze retained that latent coldness.

    Ethan observed his rigid posture.

    "I have a task for you. Something that requires determination and... courage."

    He didn''t need to say more. If Shen Bao had the will Ethan sought, he wouldn''t ask questions.

    "Please, order me, master." Shen Bao bowed his head in a respectful gesture, his tone firm and determined.

    "I want you to watch Liu Han."

    A flash crossed Shen Bao''s eyes. Ethan didn''t need to explain it in too many words.

    "Watch who he meets with, what he says, and what he does when he thinks no one is watching. If you find evidence of betrayal..." Ethan paused briefly before continuing in a firm voice, "you''ll take care of him."

    There was no need to embellish the words. Ethan sought men who obeyed without questioning.

    Shen Bao processed the order silently. His posture remained rigid, but he showed no doubt or fear.

    "Understood?"

    "Yes, master."

    Ethan held his gaze for a few more seconds, evaluating him one last time. Then, he nodded.

    "Go. Leave no traces."

    Shen Bao bowed his head and left.

    With everything in place, Ethan approached Zhao Ren and gave him a clear order:

    "Leave immediately. Find a warehouse or an old building on the outskirts of the city, in a discreet and little-trafficked village. It must be spacious, with a sturdy structure, and not attract too much attention. It should look abandoned, but still be able to be repaired without raising suspicion."

    He took a small pouch from his sleeve and handed it to him.

    "Use this to buy the place. Pay what''s necessary and avoid drawing attention."

    Zhao Ren asked no questions. He simply nodded, took the pouch, and left without wasting any time.

    Ethan walked back to his room when he heard voices coming from the hall. It didn''t take long to recognize them.

    "Enough! Don''t you think you''ve had enough to drink?" his mother scolded with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

    "Come on, woman!" his father replied, his tone clearly lively. "Today is a special day. Our son has grown up. He can take the business into his own hands!"

    Intrigued, Ethan entered the room and found his father sitting at a table with a jug of liquor half-empty. His mother stood with her arms crossed, giving him a reproachful look, though there was pride in her eyes.

    "Son! Come here, sit down. You have to toast with your old man."

    Ethan smiled and sat down in front of them. His father poured a cup and pushed it toward him with a satisfied smile.

    Ethan took the cup calmly, swirling it between his fingers as he watched the liquid reflect the light from the lamps. He took a sip and felt the warmth travel down his throat.

    His father, excited, laughed and slapped the table with enthusiasm."It''s the best drink in the world!"

    His mother sighed but then turned to Ethan and gently patted his head."I''m so proud of you, son. You''ve grown so much¡­"

    Ethan nodded, enjoying the moment. His mother continued scolding his father for drinking too much, while he, with a cup in hand and a calm smile, watched the scene. For a brief moment, he put aside his worries and simply allowed himself to be carried away by the warmth of home.

 Chapter 8: Ashes of the Past, Shadows of the Future

    On a warm morning, like any other, a young villager stepped out of his house with an old axe over his shoulder. His job was simple: gather firewood so his family could cook and prepare for the winter.

    The path through the village was familiar and comforting. The villagers were getting ready for a new day, exchanging greetings and smiles.

    "Shen Bao! Good morning. Are you going for firewood?" asked an uncle as he carried a sack of rice.

    "Good morning, uncle. Yes, I want to gather enough for the winter." Shen Bao replied with a calm smile.

    As he walked, he watched the children running and playing, the aunts chatting at the doors of their houses, and the adults going about their daily tasks. It was a humble village, but a happy one.

    Soon after, he left the houses behind and ventured into the Green Mist Forest, an ancient forest that had sustained the village for generations. Here, they hunted, gathered wood, and traded with neighboring villages.

    Lost in his thoughts, Shen Bao didn''t realize how much time had passed. He had gathered enough firewood and decided to head home.

    But then, as he walked up a nearby hill, a cold sensation ran down his spine. A bad premonition settled in his chest like a stone.

    Looking up, he saw a column of black smoke rising in the sky, directly in the direction of his village.

    Shen Bao''s heart raced. He dropped the firewood without thinking and ran. He ran with all his might, terror squeezing his chest.

    When he arrived, what he found was a nightmare.

    The houses were in flames, the bodies of his neighbors lay on the ground, and heart-wrenching screams filled the air. Amid the massacre, a group of figures dressed in black moved about, wielding grotesque weapons, made of what seemed like twisted bones. Their faces were covered by depraved smiles as they plunged their blades into the defenseless villagers.

    Shen Bao felt his world crumble. His home, his people, everything was being annihilated.

    His instinct was to run to his house, but before he could move, a hand grabbed him tightly.

    "Shen Bao, run!" His older brother''s voice, trembling but firm. "They are demonic cultivators, we can''t do anything. You have to save yourself!"

    "But father and mother...!" Shen Bao felt his throat close up with horror.

    "I will go for them! You just run, go as far as you can!" His brother looked at him with desperation.

    "But...!"

    "Run!" His brother shouted, pushing him back before running toward their burning home.

    Shen Bao wanted to fight. He wanted to run after him, but his legs betrayed him. Reality hit him like a frozen spear. He had no choice.

    He ran without looking back, his heart about to explode. But the screams continued, piercing his mind like needles.

    And then he heard it.

    "AAAHHH!"

    A scream that froze his blood.

    He turned his head, and he saw it.

    His brother.

    The blade of a weapon piercing through his chest.

    Time stopped.

    Shen Bao opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His chest tightened with unbearable pain.

    He wanted to run to him, but his feet wouldn''t move. He knew that if he did, he would die too.

    So he gritted his teeth, felt the burning tears slide down his face, and turned his head.

    He ran until his legs could no longer go. Until his lungs burned and his body collapsed against the roots of an old tree deep in the forest.

    Silence enveloped him. Only his ragged breath and the frantic beating of his heart broke the stillness.

    But in his mind, the scene wouldn''t stop.

    His brother''s face. The blood staining the ground.The screams.The horror.

    Shen Bao squeezed his eyes shut, but nothing could erase the nightmare. Because this time, the nightmare was real.

    ----

    The past felt like a distant dream, one from which he would never wake.

    Now, Shen Bao moved silently between the shadows, his senses sharpened and his heart hardened. His body no longer trembled like that day. His fear had died along with his brother.

    He followed Liu Han, watching him from a distance as the man walked carelessly. Every step Shen Bao took was calculated, his breath controlled. He was no longer the villager who had gathered firewood that morning.

    Liu Han arrived at the tavern without hurry, unaware of the shadow following him. He sat at the bar and knocked on the wood with the back of his hand.

    "Bartender, bring me a mug of wine."

    The bartender nodded and served him. Liu Han took a sip, savoring the taste before a figure sat beside him, moving discreetly.

    "Do you have news?" he asked quietly.

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    Liu Han didn''t respond immediately. Instead, he squinted.

    "Did you bring it?"

    The man smiled faintly and slid a cloth bag across the bar. Liu Han took it, weighing it in his hand, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

    "Hehe... I don''t know what made him change his mind, but it''s true, the old man handed the business over to the boy. He even gathered us all today to announce it."

    He took another sip and continued.

    "As for the rest, it seems the Han family''s convoy suffered heavy losses, the goods disappeared, and the old man has been restless. I overheard him mentioning plans to expand the business, but I don''t know the exact details."

    "I understand. Keep watching. If you find more precise information, the master will reward you generously."

    With that, he stood up and left without a sound.

    Liu Han leaned against the bar with a relaxed expression and let out a soft laugh.

    "Bartender, bring me something to eat."

    Completely unaware that, from the shadows, someone was watching him closely.

    Hours later, Liu Han staggered out of the tavern, his breath smelling of alcohol and a satisfied smile on his face. His steps led him aimlessly toward one of the darkest areas of the city, where the lantern lights barely illuminated the alleys.

    The night air was unusually cold. Suddenly, a freezing chill ran down his back, sending a shiver up his neck. His drunkenness began to dissipate, replaced by an oppressive unease.

    Something was wrong.

    "Whoosh."

    The whistle of the cutting air made him react purely by instinct. With a clumsy twist, he avoided a fatal blow.

    "Scratch."

    The edge of a blade cut into his skin, leaving a burning sensation of pain.

    "Ahhh!"

    The impact made him stagger, and his breath quickened. His gaze focused on the silhouette emerging from the shadows.

    "Shen Bao..." he murmured, a mixture of surprise and alarm in his voice.

    Before he could continue, another flurry of attacks descended upon him. Liu Han barely managed to draw his dagger and raise his arms to defend himself, but the force of the blows pushed him back.

    "Damned brat!" he growled, trying to regain his balance.

    The edge of the dagger reflected the moonlight as it descended once more.

    Liu Han barely managed to deflect the attack, but the force behind it made him stagger. Shen Bao''s dagger danced in the darkness like a serpent, fast and precise.

    "Why...?" Liu Han spat on the ground, tasting the metallic flavor on his tongue. "What the hell do you think you''re doing?"

    Shen Bao didn''t respond. His gaze was impenetrable, like that of an executioner fulfilling his duty. He took a step forward and attacked again.

    "Clang!"

    The daggers clashed with force. Liu Han felt his wrist go numb. He couldn''t match the speed of his opponent.

    Desperate, he backed away down the alley, his back brushing against the cold stone walls.

    "Listen, Shen Bao..." he tried to buy time, panting. "If it''s money you want, I can give it to you."

    The response was the sound of another cut. His right hand, still holding the dagger, fell to the ground with a dull thud.

    "AAAAHHH!"

    Liu Han collapsed, pressing the bloodied stump. His screams echoed through the empty alley.

    Shen Bao stood in silence, watching him with indifference, his dagger descending one last time.

    A silver gleam, a flash of blood.

    Liu Han''s body fell lifeless to the ground, his blood staining the stones beneath the faint moonlight.

    Shen Bao observed him for a moment longer before turning and disappearing into the shadows, as if he had never been there.

    ----

    Ethan sat in his room, a cup of liquor in his hand. The faint candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, and his eyes wandered, lost in the moon that hung high in the night sky.

    "Master, I''ve returned."

    A neutral voice was heard from the other side.

    "Come in."

    The door opened without a sound, and a young man entered with the same discreet presence as always. He gave a slight bow before speaking.

    "I followed Liu Han to a tavern. I heard him selling information related to you and the Li family."

    Ethan slowly swirled the cup in his hand, watching the reflection of the light in the liquid. Then, he took a sip before tossing a bag toward Shen Bao.

    "I am someone who understands rewards and punishments. If you do your job well, you should be rewarded. Take this."

    Shen Bao nodded indifferently and took the bag without looking at it. Just as he was about to turn to leave, Ethan spoke again.

    "Have you ever considered confronting cultivators?"

    Shen Bao stopped dead in his tracks. His fingers subtly tightened around the bag he had just received.

    For the first time in the entire conversation, his expression showed more than indifference: a dark shadow crossed his gaze, a trace of emotions held back for far too long.

    The candle flickered, and Ethan''s silhouette stretched across the wall, as if the darkness itself responded to his question.

    Calmly, he adjusted his glasses, studying every nuance on the young man''s face.

    The silence stretched on, thick as the night itself.

    Finally, Shen Bao spoke, and his voice, though low, carried the sharpness of a knife.

    "I''ve dreamed of the day I''ll have the strength to crush them," he said coldly.

    Ethan slowly swirled the cup in his hand, watching the liquor dance with the moonlight. Then, he lifted his gaze toward Shen Bao.

    "And if you had that power?" he asked indifferently. "If you were strong enough to face them, what would you do?"

    Shen Bao didn''t respond immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if measuring his words.

    "I would hunt them," he finally said. "One by one."

    Ethan let out a soft laugh and adjusted his glasses.

    "Sounds more like personal vengeance than a real purpose."

    Shen Bao furrowed his brow, but didn''t reply.

    Ethan took a sip and set the cup down on the table.

    "If you''re only seeking vengeance, sooner or later, you''ll end up like them."

    The atmosphere grew even heavier. The candle in the room flickered, casting long shadows on the walls.

    Ethan smiled faintly, allowing the silence to stretch before continuing.

    "Vengeance¡­ power¡­" he murmured. "They''re just means. The real question is: what do you want to build with that power?"

    Shen Bao remained silent, his gaze fixed on Ethan.

    "If you''re only driven by hatred, you''ll end up being just another tool. They will fall, yes¡­ but others will take their place. So what will you do then? Keep hunting until there''s no one left? Or until someone hunts you? Strength without direction is just chaos. You can destroy¡­ or you can build something truly worthwhile."

    Ethan leaned slightly forward, resting an elbow on the table.

    Shen Bao lowered his gaze for a moment. Then, in a quieter tone, he said:

    "If I had the power¡­ I would use it so that no one else has to live what I lived."

    Ethan twirled the cup between his fingers, letting the liquor reflect the moonlight. His words came calmly, but with an undeniable weight.

    "An interesting ambition."

    Shen Bao raised his gaze.

    "In a world where strength dictates everything, mortals like us are prey. We live in fear every moment, forced to bow our heads to those who can crush us with a single thought."

    The silence lingered. Shen Bao did not look away.

    "I want to change that." Ethan gently placed the cup on the table. "I''m not seeking destruction or a meaningless bloodbath."

    Shen Bao squinted, taking in every word.

    "I seek a world where mortals are not mere ants before cultivators," Ethan continued. "But a place where, if we''re cornered, we can become hunters instead of prey."

    "Is that possible¡­?" murmured Shen Bao.

    Ethan adjusted his glasses, the candlelight reflecting off the lenses.

    "The impossible only exists until someone decides to make it a reality. History is written by those who dare challenge what others believe is unattainable."

    Shen Bao remained silent. Those words ignited something in him.

    Ethan looked him straight in the eyes, his voice firm yet filled with purpose.

    "Join me, Shen Bao. I promise no glory or riches, only a path stained with blood and impossible challenges. But if we fight together, we won''t have to live on our knees or accept the fate imposed by others. If this world must change, we will forge it with our own hands."

    Shen Bao felt a shiver run down his spine, but it wasn''t fear¡­ it was excitement. Something in those words awakened a dormant fury. He clenched his fists, his gaze shining with a new intensity.

    "If that''s the price, I''ll pay it without hesitation. I don''t want to live in fear, nor allow others to suffer what I suffered. If I must shatter the chains that bind us to change it, I''ll do it without doubt."

    Ethan watched him for a moment, then raised his cup and spun it between his fingers. The candlelight flickered in the liquor.

    "Then, let''s fight together."

 Chapter 9: Astralis

    Ethan went out for a walk. Soon, he found himself under the shade of a willow tree, gazing at the night sky as he pondered the path ahead.

    As a lover of astronomy, his dream had always been to see humanity expand across the vast cosmos. Although he was now far from his native star, perhaps even in another universe, he did not want to forget his roots or the home he came from.

    The nocturnal landscape remained the same: an infinite sky where the stars illuminated the vast darkness. Some of them, at the end of their life, burned with a desperate glow, an echo of the brilliance they once had, reminding him of the fragility and fleeting nature of existence.

    In contrast, other stars shone with a serene calm, radiating a steady and reliable light. Both coexisted, weaving a celestial tapestry that seemed to whisper stories of endings and continuations, of lives that faded and those that persisted, immutable in time.

    Ethan exhaled slowly and rested his back against the willow''s trunk. The night breeze rustled the leaves above his head, producing a soft murmur. He closed his eyes, letting the gentle sound clear his mind.

    He was in a strange world, surrounded by people whose vision of life was entirely different from his own. Here, strength was everything. The heavens dictated an individual''s path, defined their destiny. But he¡­ he was different.

    His path was clear: he had to change his fate. If cultivators relied on spiritual energy to achieve the impossible, then he would rely on science and technology.

    He opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the sky.

    There was something comforting about the stars. Even though he was trapped in this world, the firmament was a constant, a bridge between his past life and his present. Each star in the darkness was a reminder of the universe''s greatness, of how insignificant one person was compared to its vastness.

    And yet, humanity had defied that insignificance. It had looked to the sky and refused to accept its limits. It had dreamed of conquering the stars, of understanding them, of transcending the planet where it was born.

    Why couldn''t he do the same?

    If fate had thrown him into this world, relegating him to being just another mere mortal, a slave, someone destined to live in fear, then he would defy that fate.

    But he needed more than ideas. He needed power. A force that would embody his purpose.

    He murmured softly:

    "Connection¡­ Bond¡­ Relative¡­ Relative to the stars¡­"

    The echo of his words resonated in his mind.

    The stars¡­ humanity''s beacon, the inspiration of explorers, the dream of those who challenged imposed limits. They represented the unattainable, and at the same time, a guide, a goal, a destiny¡­

    Astralis.

    A smile formed on Ethan''s face. An ambitious name, but perfect.

    He lifted his gaze to the sky, but this tme with determination.

    He had made his decision.

    ----

    To the south of the city of Rong was a small, almost deserted village. Most of its former residents had left in search of new opportunities, leaving behind empty houses and abandoned lands. Only a few families remained.

    Next to the village, a river wound silently through the lands. The inhabitants said it was a tributary of the Leiyun River (Thunder Cloud), a legendary body of water that marked the boundaries of the Yun Dynasty and one of the forbidden zones for humanity. Its current roared incessantly throughout the year, and in its waters, electrical storms appeared and vanished like wandering ghosts.

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    On the outskirts of the village, an old piece of land stretched out. Abandoned structures stood amidst the overgrowth, and the remnants of worn-down watermills lingered. Ethan, accompanied by Zhao Ren, carefully inspected the place.

    Ethan surveyed the area. The space was vast, with structures that could still be put to use. A river ran a few meters away, providing abundant access to water.

    He nodded. It was a good place, with little traffic, secluded from the village, and enough space for future expansions.

    "We''ll start with the construction of the smelting furnace. Unload the carriage and head to the village to hire some workers."

    Zhao Ren nodded and hurried towards the village. Meanwhile, Ethan surveyed the land, analyzing the soil and the available materials. Although rudimentary, the smelting furnace needed to be sturdy enough to withstand high temperatures and enable steel production.

    To begin, they needed a natural draft furnace, similar to those used in ancient times. It would be based on a pit and tower design made of refractory bricks, with a chimney high enough to generate the necessary draft and stoke the fire.

    Ethan knelt and touched the ground. It was compact and rich in clay, which would facilitate the construction of the refractory bricks. They would also need:

    Sand and straw to reinforce the clay bricks. Coal or charcoal to reach sufficiently high temperatures. Iron ore. Limestone to help remove impurities during smelting.

    After a while, Zhao Ren returned with a group of six men, tools in hand.

    "Good!" Ethan said.

    "Listen carefully. We''ll divide the work into three tasks: Digging a solid foundation. Crafting the clay bricks for the furnace walls. Gathering materials for smelting."

    The workers nodded and set to work.

    First, they dug a hole about one meter deep and compacted the soil. Then, they placed large stones at the bottom, creating a solid base to support the furnace''s weight. On this base, they poured a mixture of clay and sand, forming a level surface.

    Ethan and Zhao Ren oversaw the brick-making process. They mixed clay, sand, and straw into large piles, adding water until a thick paste formed. Then, they molded the bricks by hand and left them to dry under the sun. Although they wouldn''t be as strong as modern bricks, they would withstand extreme heat.

    "Once they''re dry, we''ll fire them in a small structure before using them in the main furnace," Ethan explained.

    Two days later, the bricks were ready. They stacked them in a cylindrical shape, leaving an opening at the bottom for airflow and another higher up to load the iron ore and coal. They also built a tall chimney to improve air circulation.

    The interior of the furnace was coated with a mixture of clay and sand to increase its heat resistance.

    With the furnace ready, it was time to gather the smelting materials. Zhao Ren managed to obtain chunks of iron ore and bags of limestone from a merchant. They also acquired large quantities of charcoal.

    "The first test will be crucial," Ethan murmured. "If everything works, we''ll produce our first steel bars."

    With the smelting furnace constructed, Ethan and Zhao Ren organized the materials for the first test. If the furnace failed, they would need to reinforce its design or adjust the smelting method.

    "First, we''ll light the fire and let the furnace reach the proper temperature," Ethan instructed.

    Zhao Ren and the workers stacked charcoal at the base of the furnace and lit it with burning embers. Gradually, they stoked the fire with improvised bellows. As the heat increased, the interior of the furnace glowed with an orange radiance.

    "We''ll wait until it reaches the ideal temperature," Ethan said, observing the color of the fire.

    After some time, when the temperature was sufficiently high, they began introducing alternating layers of iron ore and charcoal, along with small amounts of limestone.

    The process was not immediate. For several hours, they controlled the airflow and adjusted the amount of materials added. Inside the furnace, the iron slowly melted, separating from the slag.

    After a long refinement process, Ethan decided it was time to extract the resulting product.

    "Open the bottom," he ordered.

    The workers carefully broke a small opening at the base of the furnace, and a stream of liquid slag poured out first, leaving behind a glowing mass of spongy iron. With improvised tools, they removed the mass and hammered it to expel the remaining impurities.

    "This is not steel yet," Ethan said. "We need to refine it further."

    They placed the iron mass into a small forge and heated it again. Then, Zhao Ren and the workers repeatedly hammered it with heavy tools, folding it and eliminating the trapped slag.

    This process of heating and hammering continued until the impurities were minimized, achieving a more uniform and durable structure. Finally, they shaped elongated ingots and left them to cool slowly.

    Ethan took one of the ingots and inspected it under the light of the forge.

    "This is our first steel."

    Zhao Ren smiled, his face covered in soot.

    Ethan turned the ingot in his hand, reflecting.

    "This is just the beginning."

    Zhao Ren nodded. He knew Ethan had grand plans, and this was just the first step.

 Chapter 10: Steel and Liquor

    With steel in hand, everything was on the right track.

    "You''ve done a great job. Thank you all for your help. Here is the reward I promised you," Ethan said, waving his hand. Zhao Ren stepped forward and began distributing the payment to the workers for their days of labor.

    "Thank you very much, Master," the workers responded with smiles on their faces. Although the work had been exhausting, the pay far exceeded what they could earn elsewhere.

    Ethan watched as they stored their wages and asked,

    "Are you interested in a new job offer?"

    The men looked up, intrigued.

    "Master, please tell us. We are at your service," they replied enthusiastically.

    "I want you to work for me permanently. The process will be the same: someone will provide you with the necessary materials, and you will forge steel ingots. However, there is one condition: nothing you see or do here can be told to anyone, not even your families. In return, I will pay you twice your current salary."

    "Twice?!" the workers exclaimed, their eyes lighting up. They patted their chests with determination. "Leave it to us, Master."

    Ethan nodded and fixed his gaze on the eldest of the group.

    "What is your name?"

    "My name is Bai Shan," the man replied with a slight bow.

    Bai Shan was around forty years old, with skin tanned by the sun after years of hard work in the fields.

    "Good. From now on, you will be in charge here. Build another furnace like this one and oversee the production of steel ingots. It is crucial that you verify the quality of each batch."

    "Understood, Master," Bai Shan affirmed firmly.

    Hours later, Ethan arrived at old Zhang''s workshop. At this moment, he did not know any other trustworthy blacksmiths, and since he had already worked with Zhang before, he decided to turn to him once again.

    This would be the first test. After all, only the parts would be manufactured, while he would handle the assembly, significantly minimizing the risk of technological leaks.

    Ethan stepped down from the carriage and entered the shop, followed by Zhao Ren and Shen Bao. He already considered Shen Bao part of his team and wanted him and Zhao Ren to become more familiar with each other. As his first followers, they would be the vanguard of his future projects.

    They carried two boxes, each containing 30 kg of steel. While natural draft furnaces were relatively easy to build, they had a critical limitation: the amount of steel they could produce per cycle. Their capacity ranged from 10 kg to 30 kg, but for this initial test, that amount was more than sufficient.

    Based on preliminary calculations, he knew that manufacturing a flintlock muzzle-loading rifle, including the barrel and other mechanisms, required between 3 and 4 kg of steel. On the other hand, a flintlock muzzle-loading pistol consumed approximately 2 kg. Considering possible waste and errors inherent in the first production, the available steel would allow the fabrication of enough components for 10 rifles and between 5 and 10 pistols.

    As he crossed the forge''s doorway, the incessant hammering echoed off the walls. A young man behind the counter looked up and greeted him.

    "Welcome, Master Li," Zhang Tie said respectfully.

    "I have a special order that requires old Zhang''s help," Ethan replied with a slight nod.

    "Understood. Please follow me, Master," Zhang Tie said, gesturing toward the back of the shop.

    Zhang Tie led Ethan and his group to the rear of the forge, where old Zhang was working, adjusting a red-hot steel blade on the anvil. With precise movements, he struck it with his hammer until it took the desired shape. Noticing their presence, he set his tools aside and turned toward them with a curious expression.

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    "Master Li, I wasn''t expecting to see you so soon. How can I help you this time?" old Zhang asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

    Ethan nodded calmly and pointed to the steel boxes that Zhao Ren and Shen Bao were placing on a nearby table. "I have a special order. I need you to manufacture certain metal pieces with precision, following specific designs."

    Old Zhang examined the boxes with a raised eyebrow. His expert gaze scanned the contents, picking up an ingot in his hands. He scrutinized it carefully, tapping it lightly with his knuckles and feeling its weight.

    "Master Li, this metal... it''s not common iron." His tone reflected surprise and caution. "It''s denser, harder. I haven''t worked with anything like this before. Where did you get it?"

    Ethan, his expression serious, responded without hesitation. "That is not relevant. I just need you to follow my instructions to the letter."

    The old blacksmith nodded slowly.

    "Understood. What do you want me to do with it?"

    Ethan placed a scroll on the table. As he unfolded it, it revealed detailed blueprints of various metal parts with precise dimensions and tolerances.

    "I need you to forge these pieces with the highest possible precision. Make sure each one matches the specified measurements exactly." He pointed to two distinct sets on the blueprints. "The first group of pieces is longer and cylindrical, while the second is more compact and has these small internal details. Use the material from these boxes exclusively for this job."

    Zhang frowned, scanning the unusual shapes of the designs.

    "The tolerances specified here are extremely tight. This will be meticulous work."

    "That''s why I trusted your skill. You must not fail in precision. If any piece does not meet the specifications, discard it and repeat the process."

    Old Zhang exhaled heavily but nodded. "I''ll do it. When do you need this job completed?"

    "In five days."

    "Hmph... such delicate work with such a tight deadline..." he muttered, crossing his arms. "But it''s possible if I work without interruptions."

    Ethan nodded, satisfied. "Good. Make sure no one else sees these blueprints or this metal. You will work alone and deliver the pieces to Zhao Ren when they are ready. If you need anything else, coordinate with him."

    "Understood, Master Li. I won''t speak of this to anyone."

    Ethan looked at Zhao Ren and Shen Bao. "We''re leaving."

    Without another word, he left the workshop, leaving old Zhang with the blueprints and the steel in his hands.

    With the steel matters settled, Ethan''s next agenda point was the sale of the liquor. He had drawn up multiple plans, but he needed a distribution channel independent of the Li Family. The best option was to approach a trade guild in the neighboring Black Rock City (Hei Shi).

    His strategy was to position the liquor as a luxury product. Before introducing it to the market, he had to organize production and design an appropriate presentation. Based on the Li Family''s current distillation capacity, they could produce up to 600 liters of rice liquor per year, equivalent to a monthly output of 50 liters. For now, that amount was sufficient; expansion would come later. He decided to bottle it to maximize its value.

    He opted for a 750 ml ceramic bottle with an elongated and elegant design, smooth curves, and a matte black finish. Intricate red patterns of dragons and lotus flowers adorned the surface. The bottle''s neck was wrapped in a red silk cord, and the ceramic cap featured a seal, guaranteeing authenticity and exclusivity. Each bottle would be presented in a lacquered red wooden box with a white silk-lined interior. A red wax seal would close the box.

    Days earlier, while overseeing the construction of the smelting furnace, he had commissioned an artisan to craft an iron seal with a distinctive design. The seal, composed of perfectly balanced lines and circles, depicted an eight-pointed star at its center, with eight circles at its ends connected by a ring. The image represented a stylized solar system, with a sun surrounded by eight celestial bodies.

    This symbol would not only serve to mark the liquor but would also be the insignia of his new enterprise.

    Time was a limited resource. He couldn''t afford to wait weeks for bottles to be made from scratch, so he opted for a practical solution: finding a potter who already had high-quality pieces and modifying their design.

    After exploring the artisan district in Prosperity City (Rong), he found a master potter with a solid reputation for crafting fine ceramics. In his shop, Ethan examined several bottles before selecting three that matched the image he had in mind: elongated, with elegant curves and a matte black finish.

    "I need you to apply a special decoration to these bottles," Ethan explained precisely, sliding over a parchment with the patterns he had designed. "Dragons and lotus flowers in red, with well-defined details."

    The potter nodded after studying the sketches. "It will be delicate work, but I can do it."

    While the potter handled the decoration, Ethan managed the remaining elements. He commissioned black sandalwood boxes, a fine and durable wood, perfect for highlighting the product''s exclusivity. Each box was lacquered in deep red and lined with white silk inside, ensuring the bottle rested on a soft and luxurious bed.

    Each bottle would be accompanied by two small ceramic shot glasses, also in matte black, maintaining the refined aesthetic.

    The process took several days, primarily due to the meticulous work required for the ceramic decoration. For future sales, Ethan knew he needed to optimize production: hiring potters solely for molding the bottles, others specializing in decoration, and carpenters to craft the boxes. With a more efficient production chain, he could ensure a constant product flow without compromising quality.

    With the samples ready and everything packed, Ethan boarded his carriage toward the trade guild. His plan was clear: to position his liquor as an exclusive beverage, worthy of the city''s elite.

 Chapter 11: Dragonâ€™s Breath

    Ethan arrived at the imposing gates of Black Rock City, the largest city near Rong and one of the most important commercial hubs in the region. Its name was no mere coincidence; the city had been built almost entirely from black rock, a special mineral extracted from the nearby Dark Mountains. Its resilience and unique dark hue gave it an imposing, almost oppressive air.

    As the main city of the area, the flow of traffic was constant. Caravans of merchants entered and exited without rest, transporting exotic goods and raw materials. Among the crowd, figures dressed in adorned robes and carrying refined swords could occasionally be seen. Their presence was impossible to ignore. They walked with an elevated bearing, looking down on common passersby with disdain. They were immortal cultivators.

    Thanks to its proximity to the Dark Mountains, Black Rock City had become a key gathering point for cultivators. Independents, heirs of prestigious families, and even disciples of great sects came to this place to hunt spiritual beasts and gain experience. Its flourishing market attracted not only immortals but also mortals.

    The stone walls, dark as coal, rose imposingly, reaching dozens of meters in height. Marked by burns and deep scratches, they seemed to tell stories of past battles.

    Crossing the city''s massive gates, what appeared before their eyes was a grand landscape, as if they had stepped into a completely different world. The buildings, though not particularly tall, were built entirely of black rock, giving the city the appearance of an imposing fortress. The wide, bustling streets were filled with activity, with carriages moving through the crowd of merchants and passersby.

    "Master, where should we head first?" Zhao Ren asked, observing the surroundings with evident nervousness. After all, it was his first time setting foot in a city dominated by cultivators.

    "We need to find a place to stay first. After that, we need to change," Ethan ordered while looking out of the carriage window, evaluating the options around him.

    After checking into an inn, the three headed to a clothing shop and changed into gray hooded tunics with simple face mask. They did not stand out too much; in a city of cultivators, it was common for some people to conceal their identities for various reasons. Whether to avoid trouble, conduct discreet business, or simply maintain an air of mystery, hooded robes did not attract attention at all.

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    With their new attire, they walked firmly through the bustling streets of Black Rock City until they reached their destination: the Blue Lotus Chamber of Commerce. Ethan had already gathered information before his journey and knew that this was the most influential mercantile organization in the region. They controlled the flow of high-value goods, and their shops were spread across multiple cities. If he wanted to introduce his Dragon''s Breath liquor into the market, doing so through them would be the best option.

    The Blue Lotus Chamber of Commerce was a large building with an imposing yet elegant design. Its dark stone walls were decorated with intricate blue carvings depicting intertwined dragons and phoenixes. Two guards in light plate armor, their spears adorned with red tassels, stood at the entrance. They did not seem like mere mortals; their cultivation was at least high enough to deter any troublemakers.

    Ethan and his companions entered without any issues. The lobby was spacious and luxurious, with polished marble floors and columns adorned with blue inscriptions. A few well-dressed individuals conversed in hushed tones, while attendants moved diligently, tending to the visitors.

    A young assistant quickly approached them and offered a slight bow.

    "Welcome to the Golden Star Chamber of Commerce. How may I assist you?"

    Ethan responded calmly:

    "I would like to meet with the manager of this branch to discuss a potential business deal. I have a product that may interest you."

    The assistant examined them for a moment before nodding.

    "Please, follow me."

    He led them to a private room on the second floor, where a middle-aged man was reviewing some documents. His demeanor was imposing, exuding a natural aura of authority. He wore a fine silk robe embroidered with golden threads, and his sharp gaze reflected extensive business experience. There was no doubt¡ªhe was the branch manager.

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    Standing gracefully beside him was a young woman of refined beauty. Her sky-blue robe accentuated her slender figure, while her long dark hair was adorned with jade hairpins. Her amber eyes gleamed with intelligence and subtle curiosity.

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    The assistant quickly whispered a few words to the manager. He nodded calmly and gestured for them to take a seat.

    "I am Lan Tianhua, manager of the Golden Star Chamber of Commerce in Black Rock City," he introduced himself in a polite yet devoid-of-unnecessary-cordiality tone.

    Ethan slightly inclined his head in acknowledgment before sitting down. Without needing instructions, Shen Bao stepped forward with a wooden box, placing it on the table with precise movements. Upon opening it, he revealed an elegant matte black bottle adorned with intricate silver carvings of dragons and lotus flowers. Beside it, two small porcelain cups completed the set.

    "This is Dragon''s Breath, a specially crafted liquor. Similar to wine, but with a more... intense character. I am looking for a commercial partner for its distribution."

    Lan Tianhua raised an eyebrow with slight interest, taking the bottle and running his fingers over its surface with the same attention a jeweler would give to a rare gemstone.

    "The presentation is refined¡­ But the essence lies in the quality of the product."

    Ethan did not respond immediately. He took the bottle and filled both cups. The liquor emitted a strong, penetrating aroma that seemed to bite the air with its intensity. The young woman behind Lan Tianhua slightly furrowed her brow as she caught the scent, a spark of curiosity flashing through her gaze.

    Lan Tianhua raised the cup and took a sip. He showed no emotion, but a quick glint in his eyes betrayed something more. He lowered the cup slowly, exhaling deeply as he felt the burning sensation spread through his throat and chest.

    "Interesting... It starts off smooth but unleashes a searing punch that almost takes your breath away. The aftertaste is strong, lingering, and warms like a living flame." He paused, observing the liquor in the cup.

    Ethan held his gaze without changing his expression.

    Lan Tianhua drummed his fingers on the table in a slow rhythm, as if measuring Ethan''s reaction.

    "A product like this is certainly appealing. But introducing something new to the market is no simple task. What is your production capacity?"

    "Enough to assess the market without risks. I am willing to offer an exclusive distribution agreement within Black Rock City, with the possibility of expansion based on demand."

    Lan Tianhua gave the faintest of smiles, as if evaluating something beyond Ethan''s words.

    "Ambitious, yet reasonable. We will need a formal agreement and to test the market''s reception."

    "We could start with a trial batch," Ethan proposed without hesitation. "If the demand is favorable, we can renegotiate the agreement on a larger scale."

    Lan Tianhua held the cup between his fingers, slowly rotating it before nodding.

    "I like your attitude. If Dragon''s Breath proves its worth, we won''t just distribute it in the city¡­ perhaps we can take it to other branches as well."

    With the agreement sealed, Ethan stood up calmly. The first step was taken. Now, all that remained was to await the market''s response. And perhaps, to see just how far Lan Tianhua''s interest truly went.

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    After watching the people leave the study, the young woman who had remained silent throughout the conversation finally spoke.

    "Father, are you sure about accepting that deal?" Lan Yueqing asked with doubt, her melodious voice tinged with skepticism. "It seemed like a mortal product, without even a trace of spiritual energy."

    Lan Tianhua let out a faint smile, as if he had expected that reaction from his daughter. He leaned back in his seat and picked up the matte black bottle that Ethan had left on the table.

    "Yueqing, tell me¡­ what was the first thing you noticed about that young man?"

    The young woman slightly furrowed her brow, mentally reviewing the encounter.

    "He was calm. Even in front of you, his demeanor showed neither nervousness nor submission. He seemed confident, but not arrogant. And he wore no emblem of known clans or any sect markings."

    Lan Tianhua nodded, pleased with her observation.

    "Exactly. He is not just any merchant, nor a noble accustomed to squandering his family''s fortune. He did not waver when discussing business, and each of his responses was precise and calculated. He did not try to impress us with empty words or force us into accepting. Rather, he acted as if he already knew we would be interested."

    Lan Yueqing pondered his words, but her skepticism remained.

    "Even so, this liquor is ordinary. Without spiritual ingredients, it has no value in the cultivation world."

    Lan Tianhua let out a light chuckle.

    "Do you really think that?"

    Under his inquisitive gaze, he poured a small amount of liquor into a glass and held it up to the light.

    "Observe. Its color is clear and uniform, without impurities. The aroma¡­ intoxicating, yet not overwhelming. And as for the taste¡­" He took a small sip, closing his eyes momentarily before exhaling. "Smooth, with a pleasant burn that spreads through the body."

    Lan Yueqing crossed her arms, still doubtful.

    Lan Tianhua set the glass down on the table and looked at her patiently.

    "If this product is improved with spiritual ingredients, it could become a coveted rarity. Something that low- and mid-level cultivators would desire. Remember, most spiritual elixirs and liquors are either too expensive or too potent for daily consumption. Not everyone can afford a cup of celestial nectar or golden wine from the Bai clan."

    Lan Yueqing parted her lips to respond but hesitated. Her father was right. There was a significant gap in the market for beverages aimed at lower-level cultivators.

    "If we manage to improve its formula¡­"

    "It could become a lucrative business," Lan Tianhua concluded. "And if the product gains a reputation in the city, it will strengthen our position in the market."

    His voice grew lower, more calculating.

    "Moreover¡­ this is not just a commercial matter."

    Lan Yueqing felt a slight chill.

    "Are you referring to the Patriarch''s succession?"

    Lan Tianhua narrowed his eyes.

    "The Patriarch, has ruled wisely for decades. But the Lan family needs to renew itself, to expand beyond traditional businesses. If this liquor proves to be a real opportunity, it could give me a strategic advantage in the dispute for his succession."

    Lan Yueqing then understood the magnitude of what was at stake. It was not just liquor. It was a bargaining chip in the complex family politics. She looked at the bottle on the table with a newfound spark of interest. Perhaps this liquor was not so ordinary after all.

 Chapter 12: The First Roar of Steel

    Upon leaving the Chamber of Commerce, Ethan took several detours to ensure no one was following him. He knew his concerns might seem exaggerated, but prudence was always better than regret.

    After a few minutes of navigating side streets, they arrived at a market, set apart from the main district. Unlike the commercial street in the city center, where immortals offered their most valuable goods, this place was dominated by mortals, with makeshift stalls made of wood and canvas. The air was filled with a mix of scents: tanned leather, metals, spices from food vendors, and the unmistakable stench of untreated hides.

    Ethan decided to stroll through the market calmly. Weapons and armor were the main products for sale, which was logical given the proximity of the Dark Mountains. Mercenaries and adventurers sought to equip themselves before embarking on dangerous expeditions. Tables were filled with swords, iron-tipped spears, and daggers.

    Not only warriors did business there. Some herb gatherers sold their findings, ranging from dried plants of questionable usefulness to small vials with extracts that promised miraculous healing. If someone was lucky enough to find a spiritual herb, they would sell it in the immortals'' zone, but if it was just common herbs, this market was their destination.

    As he moved through the bustling crowd, a stall caught his attention. A pair of middle-aged men had laid out several thick cloth sacks on a table, filled with a white, earthy powder that, to an inexperienced eye, might look like simple salt or ash. But Ethan recognized it immediately: saltpeter.

    He approached discreetly, feigning curiosity about other products on the table. He didn¡¯t want to show too much interest right away. The merchants noticed him, and one of them, a man with a sun-worn face and calloused hands, smiled.

    "Looking for something in particular? We have dried herbs, dyes, and minerals from the mountains," he offered, gesturing toward his wares.

    Ethan took a small pinch of the whitish powder and rubbed it between his fingers. It had the characteristic granular texture of saltpeter, rough and slightly sticky as it absorbed moisture from the air. He subtly brought his hand to his nose. Its scent was faint, earthy.

    "And this?" he asked with apparent indifference, letting some of the powder fall from his hand.

    The merchant raised an eyebrow and then smiled.

    "Oh, that... Around here, they call it ''earth salt.'' Some use it for tanning hides."

    Ethan nodded slowly, pretending to evaluate the response.

    "Curious... I haven''t seen much of this in the markets. Where do you get it?" he asked casually, as if barely interested in the answer.

    The man shrugged.

    "There''s a basin west of here, a dry place with no life. The ground is full of this stuff. We collect it and bring it when we have extra space on the mules. It''s not hard to find, you just have to scrape the ground, and there it is."

    Ethan suppressed a smile. A basin full of saltpeter¡­ It was most likely an ancient dried-up lake. A natural nitrate deposit formed over centuries of evaporation. And best of all, the locals seemed unaware of its true value.

    "Interesting. I''ll take some. You never know when something like this might come in handy," he said casually.

    The merchant nodded and handed him a sack for a few copper coins. Ethan took it calmly, but in his mind, he was already making plans. If that place had enough saltpeter, it could be the key to his next major breakthrough.

    Ethan wandered through the market without finding anything else that truly interested him. He only bought some animal fat, which he planned to use as a lubricant for weapons. After finishing his purchases, he returned to the inn.

    Upon arriving at the inn, he noticed that the atmosphere was livelier than usual. Several tables were occupied by mercenaries and travelers, some drinking noisily while exchanging stories of battles and contracts.

    He approached an empty table and sat down without saying much while Zhao Ren ordered something to eat and drink. His mind was still going over the materials he needed to acquire. However, the mood in the inn shifted when a group of four people entered with an air of evident superiority. Their robes, adorned with golden embroidery, and the way they looked at others with disdain marked them as disciples of some sect.

    Regardless of whom they disturbed, the four headed to one of the nearby tables where a group of mercenaries was eating in silence. One of the disciples, a young man with a sharp face and an arrogant expression, struck the table with the hilt of his sword, making the cups tremble.

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    "This table belongs to us now," he said with disdain.

    The mercenaries, hardened by experience and danger, remained silent for a moment. One of them, an older man with a scar on his cheek, narrowed his eyes and responded calmly.

    "If you want a table, find another one."

    The disciple clicked his tongue, clearly irritated. His companions laughed mockingly.

    "You dare talk back to me? You have no idea who you''re dealing with," he sneered, letting out a faint trace of killing intent.

    The tension in the inn immediately rose. Some patrons stopped talking and watched the scene with interest or concern. Zhao Ren leaned forward slightly, while Shenbao narrowed his eyes. Ethan, however, extended a hand and stopped them before they did anything impulsive.

    "This is not our problem," he said in a low voice, in a tone that left no room for argument.

    Shenbao frowned but nodded reluctantly. Zhao Ren leaned back in his seat with crossed arms, watching the situation with a spark of indignation in his eyes.

    The mercenaries held their ground for a moment but eventually gave in. With frustrated expressions, they gathered their belongings and found another table. The disciples sat down triumphantly as the tension in the inn gradually eased.

    Ethan took a sip from his mug, his mind analyzing what had happened. It was nothing more than an inconsequential altercation, but to him, it was an important reminder.

    The world was full of people like those arrogant disciples, confident in their power, looking down on others. Eventually, people like that would stand in his way, and when the time came, he would have to be ready.

    He finished his meal and looked at Shenbao and Zhao Ren, who still appeared irritated.

    "It wasn''t worth intervening this time," he said calmly. "But this is a reminder that the world will not be kind to us. We must become stronger."

    Zhao Ren slowly nodded. Shenbao, silently, did the same.

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    Five days passed quickly, during which Ethan was crafting gunpowder using the proportions obtained from AION.

    <b>[Ding. Multiple iterations in the gunpowder composition have been completed. After analyzing the results, the optimal proportions for efficient combustion in this environment are: 75% potassium nitrate, 15% charcoal, and 10% sulfur.] </b>AION recalled in a mechanical voice.

    With the gunpowder in hand, what remained was the assembly of the weapons. On the table in Ethan''s laboratory, all the components were carefully organized: the wooden stock with its characteristic smooth finish, the long barrel, the percussion mechanism, the trigger guard, and the cleaning rod. Alongside them.

    Ethan began. First, he aligned the barrel with the stock, ensuring it fit perfectly into the carved groove in the wood. With precision, he placed the metal clamps securing the barrel and tightened the screws with an improvised wrench. Then, he fitted the lock plate and aligned the trigger with the percussion mechanism, ensuring the mainspring exerted the proper tension.

    Ethan''s hands worked with surgical precision. He adjusted the ramrod in its compartment beneath the barrel and secured the brass trigger guard, checking that each screw was firmly in place. Finally, he tested the firing mechanism, when he pulled the trigger, the hammer struck the flint with a dry snap. He smiled in satisfaction.

    Assembling both weapons took him several hours, but they were finally complete. Ethan took a cloth and carefully cleaned each part, removing dust and metal residues. Then, he placed both weapons on the table and observed them in silence.

    There was something about them that made him feel a strange mix of pride and anticipation. With these weapons, he was taking a tangible first step toward militarizing his knowledge. He adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms, contemplating the table with a slight smile. The Charleville 1777 and the Model 1805 Harper¡¯s Ferry were just the beginning.

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    Ethan carefully packed the weapons before heading out with Shen Bao and Zhao Ren to the outskirts of the city.

    "Master, where are we going?" Zhao Ren asked curiously, trying to decipher the reason for this sudden trip.

    "You''ll see," Ethan replied with a mysterious smile.

    Upon reaching a secluded clearing, Ethan stopped. In front of them, a scale armor similar to those used by the imperial army was set up about 30 meters away. It was firmly secured to a wooden stand, ready for testing.

    Ethan loaded the musket with precision: gunpowder, projectile, ramrod. He raised the weapon and took calm aim.

    Shen Bao and Zhao Ren¡¯s eyes lit up with amazement when they saw the weapon. Its wooden and metal structure emanated a sense of unknown power.

    "Cover your ears," he warned just before pulling the trigger.

    "BAM"

    A sharp explosion shattered the forest¡¯s stillness. A cloud of smoke expanded as the lead bullet cut through the air and struck the scale armor. The impact was resounding, and as the smoke cleared, a hole was revealed in the metal plate.

    Shen Bao and Zhao Ren stared in disbelief. Zhao Ren immediately approached, touching the hole with his fingertips.

    "This... Master, how can a weapon pierce armor like this?" Shen Bao exclaimed, a mix of surprise and excitement in his voice.

    Ethan didn¡¯t answer immediately. Instead, he took the pistol, a more compact flintlock weapon, and repeated the process. This time, the bullet hit with less force but still dented the armor.

    "This is the key to progress," Ethan explained, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

    Zhao Ren swallowed hard. "Then, if someone had an army with these weapons..."

    "They could challenge even the weakest cultivators and dominate mortals with ease" Shen Bao finished, feeling a chill run down his spine.

    Ethan smiled. "Exactly. And this is only the first phase. Imagine what we could achieve."

    As the smoke dissipated, the three of them remained silent, processing the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. Ethan knew this was just the first step in his path to challenging the cultivators'' dominance.

 Chapter 13: The Foundations of Astralis

    After the first test of the musket, Ethan was satisfied with the result. He observed the smoking barrel for a moment before turning to Zhao Ren and Shen Bao.

    "Go ahead, get familiar with it," he ordered, extending the musket.

    "I''ll go first!" Zhao Ren exclaimed, taking the weapon with barely contained excitement.

    Ethan nodded and motioned for him to approach the table where he had the materials.

    "First, pay attention to the loading process. This requires precision and care."

    He took a small tube of gunpowder and tilted it over the muzzle.

    "Pour the right amount. Too much, and the explosion will be unstable. Too little, and the bullet won¡¯t have enough force."

    Zhao Ren listened attentively, pouring the gunpowder with steady hands. Ethan handed him the ramrod.

    "Now, use this to compact the charge. Push it all the way down."

    Zhao Ren pushed firmly, feeling the resistance inside the barrel. When he finished, Ethan handed him a lead bullet.

    "Place it in and repeat the process."

    He nodded and pushed the bullet down with the ramrod, then withdrew it and waited for the next instruction.

    Zhao Ren followed the steps, amazed by the complexity of the process. It was unlike any weapon he had used before.

    "Let''s move on to stance," Ethan instructed, guiding him to place the musket¡¯s stock against his shoulder. "Keep your feet apart, your back straight, and don¡¯t tense up. If you resist the recoil, it¡¯ll hurt more."

    Zhao Ren took a deep breath and aimed at the target. His fingers brushed the trigger as he waited for the signal.

    "Whenever you''re ready," Ethan said.

    Zhao Ren pulled the trigger.

    The blast filled the air, louder than he expected. The recoil made him stagger, but he held firm. He watched as the bullet struck the target, his eyes widening in awe.

    Ethan passed the musket to Shen Bao and repeated the process with him. Shen Bao had quicker hands. When he fired, he burst into laughter, thrilled by the weapon¡¯s power.

    "This is incredible!" he exclaimed, still exhilarated.

    Ethan observed both of them, satisfied with their progress. There was much to improve, but the most important thing was that they now understood what they had in their hands.

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    While Ethan was back in his laboratory, seated behind his desk with one hand on his chin and his elbow resting on the chair, he reflected on the results.

    Zhao Ren and Shen Bao, meanwhile, were busy cleaning their new muskets. After their return, Ethan had shown them the assembly method, and together they had completed the construction of all the units. They now had eight muskets and five pistols.

    The material losses were greater than initially estimated, but considering it was the first time old Zhang had manufactured them, Ethan found it acceptable.

    He decided to assign two pistols to Zhao Ren and two more to Shen Bao, while he would keep one to handle any unforeseen situations. Additionally, each of them would carry a musket wrapped in cloth when going out to work, as a precaution.

    Ethan stood up. His gaze swept across the room before settling on Zhao Ren and Shen Bao. He knew this moment would mark a turning point.

    "I have decided to create an organization and recruit people." His voice was firm, unyielding.

    The two men stopped what they were doing and fixed their attention on him. They knew their master had greater ambitions than he let on, but this declaration made it official.

    Ethan smiled slightly. "From now on, we are Astralis."

    The name echoed through the room with weight.

    "Astralis?" Shen Bao repeated, testing the word on his lips.

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    The two exchanged glances before nodding.

    "When we are outside, you will address me as Leader," Ethan continued. "My codename will be Nova."

    He turned to Zhao Ren.

    "Zhao Ren, you will be Titan, my personal guard. The shield that will protect what we build."

    Zhao Ren struck his fist against his chest with determination. "Understood, Master!"

    Ethan looked at Shen Bao.

    "And you, Shen Bao¡­ from now on, you will be Orion. A symbol of precision and power. The spear that strikes down Astralis'' enemies."

    Shen Bao nodded, containing his excitement. "Understood."

    Ethan observed them in silence for a moment. It was not just a name. Astralis represented an ideal, a purpose that transcended his own existence.

    He lowered his gaze briefly, as if contemplating a future still distant, yet inevitable. Then, his voice resonated with solemnity.

    "We are not gods, nor do we seek to be.

    We are not slaves, nor shall we ever be again.

    Technology is our weapon, science our shield.

    Where blind faith corrupts, we will bring knowledge.

    Where strength oppresses, we will bring fire and steel.

    Immortality should not be the privilege of a few, nor mortality a sentence for many.

    The future belongs to those who forge it, not those who claim it.

    We do not kneel. We do not surrender.

    From Earth to the Stars¡­ Astralis will prevail."

    Zhao Ren and Shen Bao listened in silence. There were no exaggerations in those words, no empty promises. Only an unshakable conviction.

    A new path had begun.

    Ethan raised his gaze and, under the expectant attention of both, continued:

    "Zhao Ren, you will handle logistics for now. Get in contact with merchants; we need to keep acquiring sulfur, coal, iron, lime, and lead in large quantities. Also, instruct Bai Shan to build more furnaces and recruit more people. The requirements remain the same: confidentiality and quality."

    The order was clear and precise.

    "Understood, Leader. I''ll leave immediately," Zhao Ren replied before leaving the laboratory.

    Ethan turned to Shen Bao.

    "Shen Bao, your task is to find a place to establish our base. Preferably an abandoned village or settlement to the southeast, near the Steel Line and the saltpeter deposit¡­ but not too close. It must be a hidden location, easy to defend. Once we have the site, we will begin selecting candidates."

    Shen Bao nodded without hesitation and left in silence.

    Astralis had taken its first step.

    <hr>

    A week passed quickly.

    Meanwhile, Ethan inspected the first batch of Dragon¡¯s Breath. After ensuring its quality, he ordered the Hu brothers to dress in gray hooded robes and masks before making the delivery. To formalize the transaction, he handed them a simple contract that Lan Tianhua had to sign as confirmation of receipt.

    Although in this world a contract might seem unnecessary, for Ethan, it was a way to establish a precedent.

    But this delivery was not just a transaction¡ªit was also a test. If the Hu brothers managed to complete it without issues or raising suspicion, they would be considered for Astralis.

    "Remember: do not talk about anything beyond the delivery. If they ask for names or details, simply respond that you cannot answer. Understood?" Ethan emphasized, his gaze serious.

    "Understood, Master! You can be sure we won¡¯t say a single word," they responded in unison.

    After dismissing the Hu brothers, Shen Bao approached with a firm expression.

    "Master, I have completed the task."

    Ethan shifted his gaze from his work and focused on him. "Speak."

    Shen Bao nodded. "I found a suitable location. An abandoned village in the mountains, southeast of the Steel Line. The terrain is vast and hidden among dense forests, surrounded by natural cliffs, making it easy to defend and difficult to detect."

    "But¡­ according to rumors, centuries ago, it was attacked by demonic beasts, which has discouraged outsiders from settling there. Since then, the place has remained deserted."

    Ethan smiled with interest. "That only means no one will come snooping around."

    Shen Bao continued. "The structures are deteriorated, but there is access to clean water from an underground river and enough land for cultivation. Additionally, I found traces of old mines nearby. It¡¯s possible there are still deposits of iron and other resources."

    Ethan crossed his arms, evaluating the information.

    Shen Bao went on. "If we build walls and take advantage of the elevated terrain, we could turn it into a natural fortress. With some strategic modifications, any land-based attack would be difficult. Moreover, the access routes are limited, giving us control over who enters and leaves."

    Ethan nodded slowly. "Good. I¡¯ll talk with Zhao Ren and have him prepare supplies. For now, take care of the recruitment. I¡¯ll leave it in your hands. Go to nearby towns and cities, look for mercenaries, runaway slaves, and orphans with potential¡ªpeople who have experienced harsh realities and share our vision. Once you have them, take them to the new base."

    "Understood, Master." Shen Bao bowed and departed.

    Ethan exhaled calmly and returned to his laboratory. He sat at his desk and took a scroll, beginning to write the first guidelines for what would become their future base. If the place had truly been abandoned for centuries, he needed to assess its condition before committing resources to its development. The priority was to establish a secure outpost where they could operate without interference.

    "AION, show me the essential elements for a self-sufficient base of operations."

    [Minimum requirements: perimeter defense, dormitories, warehouses, kitchen, training area, workshops, and laboratories. Additional resources will enhance efficiency and security. Do you want a more detailed breakdown?]

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the table, contemplating the key points. "We can''t build everything at once, but we need to ensure the place is habitable. A temporary shelter will suffice at first."

    [Recommendation: inspect the location before committing resources. Assess accessibility, water supply, and structural stability if there are existing buildings.]

    Ethan smirked. "That¡¯s the plan. First, we¡¯ll confirm it¡¯s truly viable."

    He lifted his gaze from the scroll, considering his next moves. Zhao Ren would need to secure provisions for the recruits, and Shen Bao had to bring in trustworthy people. But before anything else, he himself needed to explore the site and assess its potential. Once he had that information, he could define how to transform those forgotten ruins into the stronghold of Astralis.

 Chapter 14: Forging a New Path

    In Black Rock City, Hu Zhan spoke with his older brother.

    "Brother, why did the Master send us all the way to Black Rock City? Wouldn''t it be better to sell it in Prosperity City?"

    "Shut up and stop asking so many questions!" Hu Jian replied with evident irritation.

    Although the brothers had similar personalities, Hu Zhan was more talkative than Hu Jian and even a bit naive.

    Hu Zhan fell silent, but his eyes, visible through the mask, reflected his discontent with his brother.

    "We''re here. Don''t open your mouth, I''ll do the talking. Don''t say anything," Hu Jian growled.

    "Hmm." Hu Zhan nodded, understanding that this was not the time for games.

    Upon entering, an attendant approached them."Gentlemen, how may I assist you?" he bowed respectfully.

    "We are here to see your manager, Lan Tianhua, on behalf of our Master," Hu Jian said in a deep and serious voice.

    "I wonder, which Master are you referring to?" the attendant asked politely.

    "Just tell him it''s about the Dragon''s Breath. Your manager will know," Hu Jian replied impatiently.

    The attendant frowned uncertainly upon hearing the name Dragon''s Breath but asked no further questions. He bowed again and quickly left.

    Hu Jian and Hu Zhan remained still in the lobby, their gray robes and masks concealing any trace of identity. Around them, the trading house employees cast furtive glances, but no one dared to inquire.

    It wasn''t long before the attendant returned and led them through a richly decorated hallway to a private room. Inside, seated behind a wooden desk, Lan Tianhua awaited them with a neutral expression. However, curiosity shone in his eyes.

    "I''ve been expecting this delivery. Please, have a seat," he said with a slight smile.

    Hu Jian stepped forward without responding and placed a small wooden box on the table, secured with a dark wax seal. Then, he set down a rolled parchment beside it.

    "This is the merchandise. The rest is in the lobby. Here is the delivery contract. Your signature will confirm receipt." His tone was dry and direct.

    Lan Tianhua did not touch the box immediately. Instead, he took the parchment and unrolled it, examining the terms of the agreement.

    Everything was straightforward: an initial delivery to evaluate the market response. Payment would be made after the trial before further transactions.

    "Your Master seems to be a meticulous man," he commented as he picked up a brush to sign. His gaze shifted to both men.

    Silence.

    Lan Tianhua smiled, unsurprised. "Of course. I wasn¡¯t expecting an answer."

    He signed the contract with a precise stroke and returned it.

    "If the market responds as I expect, this will be the first of many transactions."

    Hu Jian took the signed contract and stored it without a word before turning to leave.

    Hu Zhan followed without hesitation.

    Lan Tianhua rested his elbows on the desk and intertwined his fingers, gazing at the box before him. But his mind lingered on the transaction with that young man.

    A minute after the two men left, Lan Yueqing entered the room.

    Lan Yueqing walked in with a firm stride, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the wooden box atop the desk.

    "Did he come to deliver it?" he asked curiously.

    Lan Tianhua nodded slowly. "They sent two emissaries."

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    Lan Yueqing frowned slightly but did not press further. In his experience, those who operated with such a level of discretion were rarely ordinary people.

    On the table rested an unadorned wooden box, lacking any ostentatious decorations.

    Without wasting time, they stepped forward to open it. Inside, ten smaller, black, and elegantly decorated boxes were precisely arranged. Taking one and sliding open the lid, they revealed a beautifully decorated black ceramic bottle, accompanied by two matching small cups.

    Lan Tianhua nodded in approval and, without hesitation, broke the wax seal on one of the bottles. A rich, deep aroma immediately filled the room.

    Slowly, he poured some into one of the cups and brought it to his lips.

    "Hmmm¡­ as exquisite as I remembered." His tone reflected genuine pleasure as he savored the drink.

    "Hmph, of course. Last time, you drank the entire bottle," Lan Yueqing remarked with evident displeasure.

    Lan Tianhua cleared his throat, showing not the slightest hint of shame.

    "Cough, cough¡­ It was necessary to test the quality. We can¡¯t sell something we don¡¯t know."

    Lan Yueqing crossed his arms and looked at him skeptically.

    "Yeah, sure." His voice was dry, but his expression showed resignation.

    Setting the topic aside, he asked in a more serious tone:

    "How do you plan to sell it?"

    Lan Tianhua twirled the cup between his fingers, watching the reflection of the liquor.

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    At night, in a rundown inn of a small town, a seventeen-year-old young man ate in silence. His gaze was firm, and although his mercenary clothes were worn, his posture still reflected an unshakable dignity.

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    His name was Ye Han.

    As he chewed his food, his mind drifted to the past, recalling the moment that changed the course of his life. Three years ago, his entire village was filled with anticipation when news arrived that the Iron Fist Sect would be recruiting disciples. Families encouraged their young ones to try, dreaming of a glorious future within an immortal sect. He was one of them.

    The journey to the selection site was filled with excitement. Several young people from the village traveled with him, including Jiang Wei, the chief¡¯s son and his childhood friend. For years, they had shared training, hunts, and dreams. But upon arrival, reality was cruel. During the evaluation, it was revealed that Ye Han possessed no spiritual roots.

    "Trash. You should go back," Jiang Wei mocked with a disdainful smile.

    A chill ran down Ye Han¡¯s spine. That same Jiang Wei who used to call him brother now looked at him as if he were garbage. At first, he thought it was a joke, but the look of contempt on his other companions'' faces confirmed the truth.

    The sect¡¯s rejection was devastating. While the fortunate ones departed, the rest had to return home empty-handed.

    Ye Han bit his lip. His family received him with sadness but without scorn. However, the village was no longer the same for him.

    A year later, he left with a single goal in mind: to become strong.

    Now, at seventeen, he was someone different. His body had strengthened, his hands were hardened by practice, and his gaze had lost the naivety of that boy who once dreamed of seeking immortality. He had no spiritual roots, but he had learned to survive in a world that showed no mercy to the weak.

    As he finished his meal, the inn¡¯s door opened, and a man covered in a gray cloak entered. A dark hood concealed his face, and a mask covered the rest. His presence was discreet. Strangely, he sat in front of him.

    "Ye Han."

    The young man was surprised but remained calm. "Who are you?"

    The man slightly raised his head. "Call me Orion."

    Ye Han narrowed his eyes. "And what do you want from me?"

    Shen Bao gave a faint smile. "I want to invite you to join us."

    Ye Han observed the man in front of him with caution.

    "Us?" he repeated skeptically.

    Shen Bao kept his smile, but his gaze turned more serious.

    "A group with a clear purpose. We do not follow the path set by this world."

    Ye Han frowned. "And what is that purpose?" he asked in a controlled voice.

    Shen Bao did not answer immediately. Instead, he drummed his fingers on the table in a slow rhythm.

    "To forge a path where none exists," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper but carrying an impossible-to-ignore weight.

    He lifted his gaze and held Ye Han¡¯s eyes. "To break the rules of this world. To carve out our own destiny."

    "Carve out your own destiny?" Ye Han let out a slight chuckle. "And what does that have to do with me?"

    "Much more than you think." Shen Bao watched him. "They rejected you because you had no spiritual roots. They called you trash. Yet, you¡¯re still here, aren¡¯t you? Still standing, stronger than before. You¡¯re not someone who accepts his fate without a fight."

    Ye Han felt a slight chill. Shen Bao¡¯s words touched something deep within him, but he was still not convinced.

    "Sounds nice," he said coldly. "But that tells me nothing. Why should I trust you?"

    Shen Bao smiled slightly and placed some coins on the table to pay for Ye Han¡¯s meal. Then, he stood up.

    "You don¡¯t have to trust me. Just think about it. If you change your mind, come see me tomorrow morning outside the city, to the east, at the forest entrance."

    Without waiting for a response, he disappeared into the night.

    Ye Han narrowed his eyes. His hands clenched into fists on the table as his mind wrestled between distrust and possibility.

    He sat in the same position for hours, lost in thought. He recalled every moment of his past: Jiang Wei¡¯s betrayal, the sect¡¯s rejection, the looks of contempt, the lonely nights on the road, surviving only with his determination.

    He could continue like this. Wandering from one job to another, sword in hand, with no real destination. Just another mercenary lost in the crowd.

    But that man¡¯s words kept echoing in his head.

    "Break those rules. Create a new path."

    Something stirred within him.

    Finally, he let out a sigh and stood up.

    Maybe it was all a trap. Maybe that man was just manipulating him.

    But if he kept wasting time, he would never achieve anything.

    He crossed the inn¡¯s door and looked east.

    At the forest entrance, a decision awaited him.

    And he had made his decision.

 Chapter 15: Omega Zero

    Ethan, accompanied by Zhao Ren, Hu Zhan, and Hu Jian, arrived at the abandoned village. As Shen Bao had anticipated, the place was hidden deep within the mountains, isolated among dense forests and steep cliffs.

    The access had been complicated. The uneven terrain and narrow paths forced the group to stop several times along the way, slowing their progress.

    The first thing that appeared before their eyes was a collection of ruined buildings, many with collapsed roofs. Nature had begun to reclaim the place: thick roots fractured the stone foundations, and vegetation grew unchecked through the dirt streets.

    Ethan dismounted his horse and adjusted his golden glasses, observing the scene attentively.

    "AION, scan the surroundings," he ordered mentally.

    <b>[Scanning complete. Structures detected in an advanced state of deterioration. No signs of recent activity observed. Probability of collapse in the buildings: high.]</b>

    <b>[Thermal analysis: No heat sources detected in the immediate range. Proceed with caution is recommended.]</b>

    Ethan observed his surroundings and nodded calmly, processing the information. "Secure the area and mark the most stable buildings. I don¡¯t want anyone near structures that might collapse," Ethan ordered firmly.

    They nodded and got to work. Meanwhile, Ethan advanced toward what seemed to have been the central plaza. In the center, a well stood out, surrounded by cracked stones. As he approached, he noticed it still contained water.

    <b>[Analysis complete. High underground humidity detected. Possible connection to a larger body of water.]</b>

    Once everyone finished inspecting the area, they gathered with Ethan.

    "We''re going to inspect the mine entrances. I need to confirm if there''s a connection to an underground river."

    Accompanied by Zhao Ren and the Hu Brothers, Ethan headed toward the village''s outskirts until they found an entrance partially blocked by rubble and overgrowth.

    He ordered the access to be cleared, and in a short time, they managed to open a passage wide enough for exploration.

    The temperature dropped as they ventured into the mine. The air, dense and heavy with moisture, grew thicker with every step. Light was scarce, so they lit torches to continue their descent.

    After traversing an endless passage, the murmur of flowing water broke the silence. Before them stretched a colossal cavern, so vast that its end was lost in the darkness. A subterranean river, serene and undisturbed, flowed with unfathomable depth.

    Its width defied all logic, for even though they were deep underground, the other side remained out of sight, hidden beyond the mist and distance. Monolithic stones emerged from the waters, irregular and solitary, like remnants of a submerged world.

    But the most unsettling detail was the direction in which the river flowed¡ªtoward an abyss of absolute darkness, a black horizon where all traces of light vanished. A destination unknown.

    Ethan inhaled deeply, steadying his mind. His instincts told him he needed to proceed with caution. Without losing control, he ordered a scan mentally, in search of hidden answers within that vast subterranean expanse.

    <b>[Confirmed: Active hydrogeological system. Possible uses: water supply, hydroelectric power, escape route, or transportation.]</b>

    <b>[Initiating biological analysis...]</b>

    <b>[Spectral scan in progress...]</b>

    <b>[Results: Aquatic life present. Extremophile microorganisms detected in rock formations and water, along with cave fish, annelids, and tiny crustaceans in the vicinity.]</b>

    [Conclusion: Stable subterranean ecosystem, but no signs of nearby predators. Recommendation: Proceed normally.]

    Ethan narrowed his eyes, observing the vast underground river. According to AION''s scan, the surroundings seemed safe, but that did not mean they were alone. No one could confirm what lurked in the depths, hidden in the dark currents, nor what lay ahead, where the cavern faded into the shadows.

    Ethan crouched and touched the current. The water was cold but clear. This discovery increased the site''s strategic value.

    With access to water and proper defenses, it could become a secure point for his future project.

    They returned to the surface, and Ethan began outlining the next step in his mind. There was still much to be done.

    As he walked along the edge of the cave entrance, Ethan crouched down upon noticing a rock glimmering with white sparkles. The light illuminated it, revealing the crystalline appearance of the mineral, its surfaces shining as if tiny stars were trapped inside the stone.

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    "This... this is Calcite, an excellent source of material," Ethan exclaimed.

    Calcite was not just an interesting find¡ªit was a key component in cement production. The base he planned to build in the area could utilize this resource for constructing structures. Moreover, the fact that the mineral was so close to the underground river provided an advantage: the water could be used in the extraction and calcination process.

    Ethan continued exploring the surroundings of the cave, moving toward the edge of the cliffs, where the rock formations became more abrupt.

    In the distance, the mountainous landscape appeared challenging yet promising. As he ascended a narrow path, a reddish gleam on the ground caught his attention. Approaching, his eyes widened as he identified what he had found: iron deposits.

    The ore was in the form of hematite, visible in large veins embedded in the rocks¡ªsome closer to the surface, others deeper¡ªbut all concentrated in an extensive area. Ethan ran his hand over the rocks, red dust coating his fingers as he assessed the value of what lay before him.

    With iron, we could create tools, machinery¡­ weapons. This place is full of vital resources. And if the iron sources are large enough, we could establish a smelting plant to process it and produce what we need, he reflected, as his mind began visualizing the future advancements that could be achieved.

    With an almost imperceptible smile, Ethan sat on a nearby rock, evaluating the surroundings. It was clear that this place, which had initially seemed like nothing more than a remote region, concealed resources that could be fundamental for the base.

    "From today onward, this place will be known as Sector Omega Zero," he declared firmly.

    A brief silence followed, the echo of his words resonating, slowly dissipating.

    Omega, the absolute end, marked the twilight of a world once dominated by cultivators.

    Zero, the beginning, represented the birth of a new civilization, forged through reason and built upon technology.

    This would not simply be a refuge; it would be the heart of a revolution.

    The name gained strength among those present, giving the place a new identity. It was no longer a forgotten site; now, it was a starting point.

    With calcite and iron, Omega Zero could rise as a stronghold of natural resources, making the base not just a refuge but also a key production hub.

    Ethan gazed at the horizon, already thinking how to transform those resources into valuable materials for construction and technological advancement.

    This cave, the underground river, and the surrounding mountains were not just geographically significant¡ªthey were strategically crucial. With the discovered minerals and plans in mind, the construction of Omega Zero would advance faster than he had imagined.

    <hr>

    The day passed quickly, and Shen Bao returned with a group of ten individuals, all carefully selected. This was the first group.

    The newcomers were young. The youngest, Ye Han, had barely reached adulthood, while the oldest was no more than twenty-five. Each carried scars from past experiences, stories that had marked them.

    Now, standing before Ethan, they waited in silence. Ethan wore a gray hooded robe, and over his face, he donned a steel mask that. His cold, unwavering gaze swept over the group before he spoke.

    "I know what you''re thinking. There are no towering fortress or armies waiting. Just rocks and ruins. Perhaps you believe you''ve been deceived, that this is nothing more than another farce."

    His eyes locked onto each of them, capturing every expression, every trace of doubt.

    "But listen carefully: this place is the starting point of a new era. Here, mortals will cease to kneel. Here, we will build the first stronghold where we will be no less than the cultivators. We will forge our own path."

    He paused, allowing his words to settle in their minds before continuing.

    "From this moment on, it doesn''t matter who you were. The only thing that matters is who you will become."

    He turned and took a metal box. Inside, steel masks awaited. They were not full-face coverings but pieces designed to shield the lower half of the face, from the nose to the chin, with an angular and austere design. Their surface was smooth, without unnecessary embellishments, except for one distinctive detail: on the left side of each mask, the emblem of Astralis was engraved: an ascending star.

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    "These masks symbolize your new identity. A new beginning. Wear them with pride, because from today¡­ you are pioneers."

    Ethan turned calmly and began walking toward Omega Zero. His steps were steady, as if destiny had already been set. Behind him, the recruits exchanged glances; some showed skepticism, others silent determination, but all followed him.

    As they advanced, AION¡¯s voice resonated in his mind.

    <b>[Analysis complete. To maximize the effectiveness of a small group against superior forces, the development of a highly specialized combat unit is recommended, with rigorous training in endurance, tactics, and coordinated weapon usage.]</b>

    Ethan smiled slightly under his mask.

    "Orion" he said without turning. "You will train them. I will provide you with a detailed plan, and you must follow it without deviation. I want you to form a combat unit superior to any elite guard¡ªsoldiers capable of challenging the best warriors in this world and winning."

    Shen Bao nodded seriously. "I will do whatever is necessary."

    Ethan stopped on a rocky plateau within the ruins. His eyes swept over the recruits before he spoke firmly.

    "From today, your training will be ruthless. Cultivators absorb spiritual energy to grow stronger, but we will do it with sweat and blood. Each of you will become faster, more resilient, and deadlier than any warrior."

    He paused, letting his words sink in. "The training will have two phases. First, your body. You will develop extreme endurance, speed, and strength. You will train to the limit every day. Being strong is not enough¡ªyou must be tireless."

    His gaze hardened. "Second, weapons. You will learn to master a new tool of combat, one that eclipses any bow or sword. It is not enough to hold a weapon¡ªyou must wield it with precision, coordination, and speed."

    Ethan stepped forward, his voice resonating with determination. "From today, you will no longer be mere mortals. You will be the vanguard of a new era. From this moment on, you will be known as Vesper Special Forces. Like the evening star, you will rise when darkness covers the battlefield. You will be lethal, and precise. Cultivators believe they are invincible¡­ but soon, they will know true terror when they face soldiers who do not retreat."

    The recruits exchanged glances. A spark of defiance ignited in their eyes, kindling a fire that would soon burn with determination.

 Chapter 16: Foundations of a Revolution

    The recruits'' training would begin in a flat area of Sector Omega Zero. No one was exempt; everyone participated. Zhao Ren, Shen Bao, Hu Zhan, Hu Jian, Ye Han, and the rest of the recruits trained with determination. Even Ethan joined them.

    As for the Hu brothers, the day they completed the delivery mission, Ethan told them about his idea. Without hesitation, they decided to join him, and as a result, they received their codenames: Otus for Hu Zhan and Efiates for Hu Jian.

    The new recruits did not yet have distinctive names. Ethan decided to turn it into a tradition: only those who achieved certain merits would receive a name. Until then, they would simply be numbered from V-0001 to V-0010.

    The training was not simple. Ethan wanted to forge true special forces, warriors capable of facing cultivators with pure skill, endurance, and discipline. To do so, he turned to AION''s database, extracting extreme training programs used by elite forces in his world. With the AI''s help, he optimized each routine to adapt it to the available resources.

    Dawn marked the beginning. Before the sun peeked over the horizon, the recruits were already in position, carrying sandbags tied to their bodies as ballast.

    "Run!" Ethan ordered firmly, starting the run himself.

    The course was not a simple jog; it was a brutal endurance test, crossing mud, climbing small hills with the weight on their backs.

    The second phase was even worse. Calisthenics to the limit: weighted push-ups, squats carrying a log, burpees in the sand until their muscles burned. Ethan did not lag behind. He knew he couldn''t lead from comfort. His body had to match his ideals.

    Then came the combat test. No weapons. Only wooden knives and bare hands. They faced each other in endurance fights, where the only goal was to stay standing. Hard strikes, aggressive blocks, and relentless takedowns. Hu Zhan and Hu Jian fought each other, clashing with a ferocity that made it clear their codenames were not earned through words.

    Ethan observed carefully. Most used a mix of wild and fierce fighting, but that was not enough. He stepped forward and called one of the recruits.

    "Attack me."

    The young man hesitated for a second before launching a direct punch. Ethan dodged, intercepted his arm, and turned, pressing his thumb into the opponent¡¯s throat while sweeping his leg. In an instant, the recruit was on the ground, gasping for air.

    "Strikes to the joints, the throat, the diaphragm. Always aim to incapacitate or kill," Ethan said indifferently, looking at the others. "We are not cultivators; we do not seek martial ethics. We are soldiers."

    After that, the fights changed. It was no longer a simple display of strength; every move aimed to disarm, neutralize, or execute.

    Finally, at nightfall, the weapons training began. Musket firing at moving targets, reloading under pressure, and close combat with real knives. Hands bled, muscles burned, but no one stopped.

    When the day ended, the recruits collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Ethan, covered in sweat and dirt, smiled with satisfaction.

    "Tomorrow, we increase the intensity."

    No one complained. No one quit.

    Those who survived this hell would become the spearhead of Astralis.

    Ethan would train only two hours a day, focusing on endurance and combat. Unlike the others, he couldn''t dedicate all his time to training; his true role was in coordination and leadership.

    In the following days, Shen Bao continued recruiting people outside the base, focusing on villages and small towns. Thanks to this, the number of troops increased to approximately one hundred soldiers. Additionally, old Zhang fulfilled his part and delivered a new batch of parts, ensuring that weapons would not be an issue. However, there was a more urgent obstacle: housing.

    If they wanted to continue recruiting, they needed a place to accommodate the new troops. To solve this, Ethan ordered the extraction of limestone, intending to begin cement production.

    He ordered it to be crushed into small fragments. To break it down, he built a rudimentary kiln using mud and clay bricks. With coal and wood as fuel, the calcite began to burn slowly, releasing carbon dioxide and leaving quicklime as a residue.

    After hours of cooking, the material became brittle and whitish. Once cooled, Ethan had it ground into a fine powder. To improve its strength, he mixed the quicklime with sand and small amounts of clay, thus creating cement.

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    With the cement in hand, the next step was construction. He already had a few ideas. First, he decided to divide Omega Zero into strategic areas.

    The total available area covered 4 km2. Beyond its limits, there was still unexplored terrain, offering possibilities for future expansion. For now, he had to focus on the essentials.

    Ethan took a piece of parchment and sketched the base¡¯s layout. In the northeast, he established the dormitories and barracks, designed to house soldiers. In the northwest, he organized the warehouses and storage facilities, ensuring an efficient supply of weapons and provisions. In the center and north, he allocated large training fields, while to the west, he placed the shooting ranges, where they would test weapons and long-range artillery.

    His laboratory and office would occupy a protected section in the south, near the cliffs, a place that guaranteed security and control over the base. Further southeast, the mess hall and kitchens would ensure the growing force¡¯s sustenance. Finally, watchtowers and perimeter walls would define the base¡¯s current boundaries.

    To the east, an entrance to the underground cave offered a natural water source, which would be key to the base¡¯s future development.

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    With the plans ready, Ethan wasted no time and assigned specific tasks. The soldiers began leveling the ground and laying the foundations with the cement mixture. Omega Zero was taking shape, with each new structure.

    The work began with the excavation of deep trenches, where the first layer of reinforced concrete would be poured. AION recommended placing a base of large rocks and compacting them before pouring the cement. Ethan approved the idea and reorganized the soldiers into specialized teams.

    While one group collected rocks from the surroundings, another was in charge of preparing the concrete mixture. Steel rods were manufactured to reinforce the structures. The bars were placed in crisscross patterns within the molds before pouring the cement, ensuring that each structure would withstand pressure and the passage of time.

    The barracks were the first priority. They were designed with thick reinforced concrete walls, with iron reinforcements at the corners and vaulted roofs to support additional weight in case of future expansion. Instead of simple openings, small windows protected with steel bars were built, ensuring ventilation without compromising security. The doors were made of thick stone slabs and covered with a layer of metal, ensuring resistance against any attempted intrusion.

    The warehouses followed a similar design, but with even thicker walls to guarantee the security of weapons and supplies. Inside each storage facility, Ethan ordered the construction of stone supports and concrete shelves to organize supplies. Drainage systems were also implemented with underground channels made of stone and baked clay, preventing moisture buildup that could damage the reserves.

    With the barracks and warehouses in progress, Ethan directed the construction of the perimeter wall. Initially, the idea was to erect a temporary barrier, but he decided to go directly for a reinforced concrete wall with steel rods. The wall would have a solid rock base, with sections filled with cement and steel, creating an almost impenetrable perimeter. Watchtowers were added at strategic points, with stone platforms and internal access routes, allowing the sentries to move quickly.

    To the south of the base, near the cliffs, Ethan personally supervised the construction of his laboratory and office. This building was designed with a reinforced structure, featuring a double layer of concrete and an internal iron vault to protect delicate equipment. Ventilation ducts made of stone and baked clay were installed, ensuring proper air circulation in case of experiments or tests with hazardous materials. Inside, specific areas were designated for metallurgy, chemistry, and the design of new weapons.

    The pace of work remained constant for weeks. Thanks to the combination of technical knowledge and the soldiers'' discipline, the structures advanced faster than expected.

    At night, Ethan reviewed the blueprints under the light of an oil lamp, making adjustments and planning the next steps. Omega Zero was not yet complete, but its foundations were solid. With each wall that rose, his vision took shape.

    Soon, this base would no longer be just a refuge but the epicenter of his technological revolution.

    "If I want to continue developing advanced weaponry or new technologies, I need a proper place for manufacturing."

    Ethan set the pen down on the table and leaned back in his chair, observing the parchment spread before him. The barracks were under construction, the warehouses were slowly filling with supplies, and the training fields would soon be operational. However, a true workshop was still missing¡ªa place where he could work without restrictions, manufacture weapons, refine materials, and conduct experiments without being detected.

    Then, he remembered the underground river.

    A vast natural resource, hidden beneath the earth, far enough to avoid detection but accessible to his people. The idea of developing an underground workshop took root in his mind. Not now, but one day, when the time was right, that place could become the industrial heart of Omega Zero.

    Ethan exhaled slowly and adjusted his glasses, his gaze drifting toward the open window. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the base. Below, scattered torches flickered in the darkness, illuminating the movement of soldiers as they stood guard or worked late into the night.

    Currently, Omega Zero housed around 105 people, including himself. A small force, but one with potential. Other plans could take effect in time¡ªplans beyond technology, beyond steel and fire.

    Understanding spiritual energy¡­

    He tapped his fingers against the table, lost in thought. That power was the foundation of this world, yet it remained an enigma to him. If he truly wanted to challenge the cultivators, he needed to comprehend their strength. But for that, he required samples. Real data.

    Ethan reached for a bottle and poured himself a glass of Dragon¡¯s Breath, the liquid swirling under the dim light. He took a slow sip, feeling the warmth spread through his chest.

 Chapter 17: The First Hunt

    In Ethan''s office, gathered around his desk, were Shen Bao, Zhao Ren, and the Hu brothers. The atmosphere was tense but controlled, reflecting the seriousness of the conversation about to unfold.

    Ethan, sitting with a firm posture, adjusted his glasses with a measured gesture before speaking calmly and precisely:

    "Shen Bao, although our overall strength is increasing, we are still at a disadvantage. Physically, we are still inferior to the cultivators. If we take them by surprise, we can eliminate them quickly, but if we fail in the first attack, the chances of being annihilated increase exponentially. We need to better understand what we''re up against and develop technologies to reinforce our security. Take ten recruits and head immediately to the Dark Mountains. I need samples: spiritual herbs, demon beast corpses, and any material containing spiritual energy. Spare no effort."

    Then, he turned his gaze to Zhao Ren and continued with the same calculating calmness:

    "Zhao Ren, make the necessary arrangements to increase rice wine production and acquire additional shipments from outside. We need to accelerate the manufacturing of Dragon¡¯s Breath."

    "Also, continue negotiating with merchants and ensure we obtain large quantities of iron, copper, lead, and coal. As for sulfur, maintain a steady supply. I also want you to be on the lookout for any information regarding a vivid red mineral with bright veins and a luster similar to coagulated blood. Ask sulfur merchants; its presence could be key to future projects."

    "Regarding Dry Lake, hire workers in the area, but don''t reveal too many details. Just tell them to extract the ¡®earth salt¡¯ and transport it back to Omega Zero personally."

    Finally, Ethan addressed the Hu brothers with a precise and meticulous tone:

    "Hu Jian, Hu Zhan, if my calculations are correct, the batch of liquor we sent should have been successful. Head to Black Rock City. It has been almost a month, and the liquor sale should have concluded. Take this document with you; it contains the requirements for the continuation of the trade agreement."

    The four nodded in unison, understanding the importance of their missions. Without further delay, they left the office, ready to carry out their orders.

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    Crossing mountains covered in undergrowth, a group of eleven figures advanced in formation, their measured and firm steps carrying the discipline that only rigorous training could instill.

    They wore gray hooded robes that cast shadows over their faces, while metallic masks covered the lower half, adding an air of mystery.

    Beneath the robes, they wore scale armor, their only protection for now against the blade of a sword or the claws of a beast.

    Their weapons, however, were their true advantage: each carried a flintlock musket, secured to their bodies with a strap to prevent unnecessary movement, and a long combat knife at the waist, ready for close combat.

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    Shen Bao, in addition to his musket, carried two flintlock pistols in crossed holsters on his chest, giving him additional firepower in case of emergency.

    The squad advanced silently for hours until the terrain began to change. In front of them stood an imposing forest, its ancient trees forming a canopy that barely let any light through. The atmosphere was oppressive, as if nature itself was warning of the hidden dangers within.

    Shen Bao raised a hand, and the group halted.

    "We are about to enter the true Dark Mountains. From here on, life is not guaranteed. Maintain formation and stay alert for any movement," he warned, scanning his men.

    "Understood."

    "Then move."

    They crossed the forest''s threshold. The feeling was oppressive. The dense foliage silenced the surroundings, enveloping them in an unsettling stillness. They advanced cautiously, slipping through the undergrowth, but for a long stretch, they found nothing but vegetation.

    "Captain, tracks ahead," reported the vanguard scout, his voice firm and concise.

    "Recon," Shen Bao ordered immediately.

    Two soldiers moved forward in a low formation, weapons ready. One knelt, inspecting the marks on the damp earth.

    "High-altitude feline. Stride pattern indicates unhurried movement. It¡¯s a leopard, unknown type."

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    "Opportunistic predator," added the second scout. "Hunts by ambush but avoids large groups. Fresh trail, less than an hour old."

    "Direction?" Shen Bao demanded.

    "Moving parallel to our route. It probably detected us first and is assessing."

    Shen Bao scanned the surroundings. "Maintain tight formation. We don''t want surprises."

    The squad advanced in a close formation, covering all angles. A predator could be lurking in the shadows, and splitting up was not an option.

    The terrain changed abruptly. In front of them, a clearing opened among the trees. Large patches of grass covered the ground, and among them, some plants.

    "Mark the area, security protocol. Priority: surroundings. We don¡¯t know what else might be here."

    The squad deployed with precision, securing the flanks with weapons ready.

    "Analysis," ordered Shen Bao.

    A soldier crouched next to one of the plants, examining it carefully.

    "Confirmed, Captain. It''s a common species. Natural growth, no signs of recent harvesting."

    Orion nodded, his tone firm but restrained. "Proceed with the extraction, but stay alert."

    Shen Bao suppressed a sigh. Spiritual plants were too rare.

    Two soldiers prepared to collect them, but before they could touch the plants, one of the lookouts in an elevated position spoke.

    "Movement. Northeast perimeter. Something is watching us."

    Shen Bao raised a hand, and in an instant, the team adopted a defensive formation. In the thicket, something moved among the shadows.

    The muskets aligned. Then, among the trees, a pair of amber eyes gleamed in the dim light.

    "Flanks, ready," he ordered in a low voice.

    A faint rustling in the undergrowth. Then, a short, dry growl.

    From the foliage emerged a sleek, muscular silhouette: a mountain leopard, its mottled fur perfectly adapted to the dense vegetation. It was not a giant monster or a spiritual beast, just a natural predator, with sharp fangs and claws capable of tearing a body apart in seconds.

    It did not attack immediately. It circled them, studying them, measuring their strength.

    "V-0005, V-0006 If it moves closer, fire," he ordered in a controlled voice.

    The leopard growled, baring its teeth, its tail swaying. Then, its body tensed.

    It leaped.

    "Fire."

    Two shots rang out. The leopard twisted in midair from the impact, its pained howl cut short before it hit the ground. It did not move again.

    Shen Bao scanned the perimeter. Nothing else stirred among the trees.

    Shen Bao took a deep breath. "Gather the plants and get ready to move. We¡¯re not waiting for something else to come drawn by the smell of blood."

    The squad advanced with discipline, moving in tight formation while their eyes scanned the undergrowth for any signs of danger. For the next two hours, they traversed the forest, collecting plants and herbs of medicinal and alchemical value. Occasionally, they encountered some beasts: long-tusked boars, dark-furred deer, and even a bear that retreated upon detecting their presence. All were common creatures, with no traces of spiritual energy.

    However, as they ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere shifted.

    The air grew denser, charged with an energy that made the skin prickle. The sounds of the jungle became less frequent, as if nature itself was holding its breath. Orion raised a hand, signaling them to halt while he analyzed the surroundings.

    A guttural roar echoed in the distance, followed by a sharp scream and the crash of breaking branches. Then, another roar, deeper this time, almost like thunder rumbling in the gut.

    They moved cautiously, advancing just enough to see through the foliage without being detected. The clearing ahead was devastated, the grass stained with black and crimson blood. Two beasts were engaged in a brutal battle.

    The first was a creature resembling a wolf, but much larger, with claws as long as daggers and dark gray fur that seemed to absorb light. Its eyes glowed with a metallic sheen, and its muzzle was stained with the blood of its opponent. This beast radiated demonic energy.

    The other creature was reptile with thick scales, a mane of black spines running down its back. It had four crimson eyes and a pair of protruding fangs capable of piercing armor. It looked weakened, its body covered in deep wounds, but it still fought fiercely. Both beasts lunged at each other with rage, tearing flesh and filling the air with growls of pain and fury.

    Shen Bao felt his heart pound. This was the perfect moment. The tension in his chest was undeniable, but so was the opportunity.

    He gestured for them to prepare the muskets.

    The soldiers raised their weapons with precision. Testing the power of the musket against a demonic beast was risky but necessary. They didn¡¯t know how much of a difference there was between a common predator and a creature infused with spiritual energy. Now they would find out.

    Shen Bao watched as the demonic wolf finally brought down the reptile with a brutal bite to the throat. The scaled beast shuddered before collapsing lifeless. The wolf raised its head and let out a deafening howl, proclaiming its victory. Its chest rose and fell with each deep breath, exhausted but triumphant.

    Shen Bao signaled to V-0007 and V-0008 to aim for the chest, then to V-0001 and V-0002 to target the head.

    The soldiers aimed with steady hands. The adrenaline electrified the air. Palms sweated against the muskets¡¯ wooden stocks, but not a single finger trembled. Shen Bao waited.

    The demonic wolf turned its head in their direction, its burning eyes locking onto them.

    "Fire!"

    Four shots shattered the forest¡¯s silence. The recoil jolted the shooters¡¯ shoulders. Shen Bao tracked the rounds with sharp focus.

    Impact confirmed!.

    One bullet punched through the beast¡¯s left eye, another shattered its forehead in a spray of dark blood. The remaining rounds tore into its chest, piercing its hardened hide. The demonic wolf staggered, its hind legs buckled, and its body crashed onto the ground.

    Silence.

    The squad held position, muscles tense. Shen Bao''s pulse pounded¡ªnot fear, but the edge of executing something new, something untested. And it had worked.

    "Reload."

    He exhaled, controlled. "Confirm kill."

    A soldier advanced, musket aimed. He pressed the barrel against the beast¡¯s throat. No movement.

    "Neutralized."

    Shen Bao gave a sharp nod. "Take the bodies. Fast"

    The Vesper moved in, Hands steady despite the adrenaline surge. This wasn¡¯t just a kill¡ªit was proof. They had taken down a spiritual beast. The impossible, made real.

    Shen Bao glanced at the slivers of sky above. This was only the beginning.

    "Move out."

    The squad melted into the foliage, leaving behind the echo of gunfire and the first trace of a new era.

 Chapter 18: The Catalyst for Human Evolution

    Upon crossing the gates of the Blue Lotus Chamber of Commerce, Hu Jian and Hu Zhan were greeted by the same assistant from their previous visit, who informed them that he would notify the manager.

    Less than a minute later, he returned and led them to the study.

    Behind the desk, Lan Tianhua awaited them with a slight smile on his lips and a genuine interest in his gaze. Behind him, Lan Yueqing observed them with curiosity and even a hint of surprise.

    "Welcome," he said, interlacing his fingers on the table. "I must admit that your product has caused a considerable impact. Not only did it sell out quickly, but some customers are already inquiring about advance reservations."

    Hu Jian nodded and remained silent.

    Lan Tianhua seemed to understand the message. Calmly, he took a wooden chest and placed it on the table.

    Hu Zhan picked it up and opened it just enough to verify its contents. A quick glance was enough before he closed it again.

    "If you can continue providing batches of equal or greater quantity, we could discuss more favorable long-term terms," Lan Tianhua said, resting his elbows on the table.

    "Done," Hu Jian replied, sliding a scroll across the desk.

    Lan Tianhua, surprised, read the document carefully, scanning each line with a sharp gaze. As he progressed, his expression shifted from surprise to genuine appreciation. Finally, he set the scroll down on the table and gave a faint smile.

    "It seems your boss anticipated this," he commented with a sigh as he signed. "That is... impressive."

    Hu Jian maintained his impassive expression. Hu Zhan, beside him, also showed no reaction, though inwardly he felt a slight sense of satisfaction. Ethan had precisely calculated the Blue Lotus Chamber of Commerce''s ability to absorb more of their merchandise and the speed at which they would do so.

    Not only that, but he had also anticipated Lan Tianhua¡¯s response, sealing the deal before a more extensive negotiation could even take place.

    Lan Tianhua drummed his fingers on the table for a moment before adding, "If possible, I would like to meet with him again in the future to discuss further transactions. This partnership has potential."

    "We will relay your message," Hu Zhan responded with a slight nod.

    Lan Tianhua gave a faint smile before leaning back in his chair. "That pleases me. Now, is there anything else you would like to discuss?"

    Hu Jian nodded and spoke. "We would like to discuss the possibility of exchanging gold for spirit stones."

    Lan Tianhua raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? That is... unusual."

    Hu Jian nodded calmly. "We are aware of the value of spirit stones. Even so, we are interested in seeing if such an exchange would be possible."

    Lan Tianhua crossed his arms, watching them attentively. "Certainly, spirit stones are a more valuable resource than gold in many circumstances. However... in this case, I am willing to accept."

    Hu Jian and Hu Zhan exchanged a glance of surprise before offering their thanks.

    "Then, we can proceed with the exchange at whatever ratio you deem appropriate," Hu Jian added.

    Lan Tianhua smiled. "Very well. My assistant will handle the details."

    Hu Jian stood up, followed by Hu Zhan. "We appreciate your willingness."

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    In Ethan¡¯s laboratory, on a steel table, lay the corpse of a massive reptile. Its skin was covered in thick, dark-toned scales, designed to withstand impacts and cuts. Along its spine, a mane of black spines formed a natural defensive structure, while its four crimson eyes, though lifeless, still retained an ominous glow that evoked a latent ferocity. Its jaws housed a pair of sharp fangs, whose morphology suggested a highly adapted predator.

    Beside it, the body of a giant black-furred wolf rested, its dense coat seeming to absorb the dim light from the oil lamps. Its muscular build and dense bone structure indicated overwhelming brute strength, possibly capable of crushing prey with a single blow.

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    Both specimens had been transported by Shen Bao and the Vespers.

    Ethan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as he analyzed the bodies with a mixture of concentration and contained fascination.

    "AION, initiate structural and biochemical analysis."

    His voice was firm, but within him, the excitement was undeniable. It was the first time he had the corpse of a demonic beast before him. The possibility of unraveling the secrets of its biology and understanding its internal structure filled him with an almost scientific anticipation.

    <b>[Initiating analysis.]</b>

    Ethan used a knife to extract samples of skin, muscle, and blood from both specimens for closer examination. He lit an alcohol burner and began heating one of the samples.

    <b>[Analysis complete. Primary composition: carbon, calcium, iron, and other essential bioelements in standard concentrations for highly complex organisms.]</b>

    <b>[Traces of unidentified compounds have been detected, particularly in the dermal and skeletal structure. The blood and certain internal tissues contain an unknown substance with unclassified properties.]</b>

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    Ethan frowned as he observed AION''s preliminary data. Although he had a hypothesis, he needed greater precision.

    "Perform a more detailed analysis of the unknown substance." His tone was firm, but his mind was already formulating possible correlations.

    <b>[No previous references exist in the database. However, structural analysis reveals a microscopic crystalline arrangement with a high energy absorption capacity. A possible interaction with external energy sources has been detected, suggesting a bioactive functionality. Tentative correlation with the phenomenon known as ''Qi.'' Provisional classification: Compound D.]</b>

    Ethan observed the faint violet glow in the blood exposed to heat. It was not a simple thermal phenomenon; the fluorescence indicated a possible energy reaction, perhaps an activation of Compound D in the presence of high temperatures or external stimuli.

    "AION, analyze the spectral response of the sample under different conditions."

    <b>[Initiating tests...]</b>

    Minutes later, AION provided the results.

    <b>[Results obtained: Compound D exhibits resonance at wavelengths associated with unconventional energy interactions. Its crystalline structure suggests an affinity for external energy flows, allowing its absorption and storage in biological tissues. Additionally, catalytic properties have been detected that could facilitate its integration into living systems, accelerating metabolic and regenerative processes.]</b>

    Ethan frowned. "In other words, this compound not only absorbs energy but also enhances the organism''s ability to utilize it... A biological system optimized for survival and growth."

    <b>[Correct. Its concentration in musculature and bones indicates that it acts as a structural and energetic reinforcement. Under extreme conditions, it is likely to function as a means of accelerated adaptation.]</b>

    Ethan exhaled slowly. This aligned with the nature of demonic beasts. Unlike cultivators, who refined their Qi internally, these creatures used a hybrid biological system: their growth depended both on absorbed energy and consumed resources.

    "AION, adjust the analysis to determine if Compound D can integrate into human tissues without causing rejection."

    <b>[Initiating compatibility simulations...]</b>

    As the data processed, Ethan returned to his initial hypothesis. If he could adapt this substance to human biology, he could artificially recreate the evolution of demonic beasts, granting physical enhancements without the need for cultivation.

    The future no longer depended on Qi. It depended on science.

    AION processed the data while multiple graphs and three-dimensional models Compound D''s molecular structure interacting with simulated human tissues appeared in his vision.

    <b>[Preliminary results: Based on current samples, there is a 32.4% probability of partial integration into human tissues without immediate adverse effects. However, long-term stability and interaction with complex biological systems remain uncertain. More samples and experiments are required to validate compatibility and minimize risks of rejection or uncontrolled mutation.]</b>

    Ethan adjusted his glasses while analyzing the information. "A promising percentage, but insufficient for safe applications."

    <b>[Recommendations: Conduct tests on human cell cultures to evaluate potential cytotoxic effects. It is also suggested to experiment with animal models to observe systemic response and assess its impact on general physiology.]</b>

    Ethan nodded. "Then the next step is to expand the research. We will need more samples from different demonic beasts to compare variations in Compound D''s composition."

    He observed the corpses before him. If he could fully understand the nature of this substance, he could develop genetic medicines that altered the human body, granting abilities previously exclusive to demonic beasts.

    Ethan exhaled slowly as he stored the samples in sealed containers. He assigned a code to each vial, ensuring he recorded the exact extraction and preservation conditions. He knew that any variable, no matter how small, could alter the results.

    He walked through the laboratory, the sound of his boots echoing against the metallic floor. AION processed the data in the background, displaying equations and molecular models in his vision. Ethan studied the simulations carefully: the integration of Compound D into human tissues seemed possible, but there were still too many unknown factors.

    If the compound was the key to demonic beasts'' growth, how could that process be replicated in humans without side effects?

    Cultivators'' bodies adapted to Qi, strengthening over time. In contrast, demonic beasts seemed designed to consume and transform energy directly, without the need for advanced techniques. It was a purely biological process. Raw. Instinctive.

    Ethan adjusted his glasses and stopped in front of a table filled with tools. "To implement this in humans, I''ll need a stable administration method. Injections? Tissue infusion? Or perhaps a deeper genetic modification?"

    <b>[A more detailed analysis of cellular interaction is recommended before defining an administration method.]</b>

    Ethan smirked slightly. "Yes, step by step."

    But in his mind, an idea was taking shape. This wasn''t just medicine. It was the first step toward artificial evolution.

 Chapter 19: Ore and Chains

    After evaluating the bodies of the demonic beasts, Ethan approached a sealed box. He opened it cautiously and found five spirit stones inside. They were small, about the size of a walnut, but emitted a faint, pulsating glow, as if containing a latent flow of energy. Pure energy compressed into a crystalline structure¡­

    "AION, analyze the composition."

    Data lines scrolled through his mental interface as the assistant processed the information.

    <b>[Spirit stones contain a high concentration of energy of unknown origin, structured within a stable crystalline matrix. Potential applications: energy conversion, energy storage, possible use in catalysts.]</b>

    Ethan frowned. If I can manipulate this energy¡­ this could be a key resource.

    He closed the box and tucked it under his arm as he left his laboratory. His mind was already calculating possibilities: rudimentary reactors, weapons, enhancers¡­ Maybe even a way to replicate their synthetic structure.

    But before any experimentation, he needed to understand how they were used in this world.

    He sought out Zhao Ren and asked, "How valuable are these stones? What do cultivators use them for?"

    Zhao Ren raised an eyebrow. "I¡¯ve heard they can be exchanged for gold, but few do, which makes them even more valuable. As for their use, they say they are the foundation of cultivation. Without them, progress is too slow. Cultivators absorb them to accelerate their advancement."

    Ethan nodded. He had to keep investigating.

    Days passed. He remained in his laboratory, leaving the rest in the hands of Zhao Ren and Shen Bao. During this time, he discovered that spirit stones were not just simple energy sources; their structure reacted to external stimuli in unexpected ways.

    First, he tested applying pressure with different tools. Crushing them was nearly impossible, but when struck with enough force, they emitted a faint glow and a slight vibration. He then tried submerging them in different liquids: water, oils, and distilled alcohol. Curiously, in plain water, there were no notable changes, but when left in alcohol, the stone absorbed some of the liquid, and its glow briefly intensified before stabilizing.

    "Interesting¡­" Ethan murmured, noting his observations.

    Next, he decided to test heat. He heated a stone over a small brazier and observed that its luminosity gradually increased. However, when rapidly cooled in cold water, the stone went completely dark for a few seconds before regaining its glow.

    "AION, record this. Spirit stones react to heat and seem to absorb certain liquids. I suggest investigating whether this affects their energy storage capacity."

    <b>[Recording complete. Further exploration of extraction and energy transfer methods is recommended.]</b>

    Ethan rubbed his chin. If the stones reacted to physical and thermal stimuli, perhaps they also had some crystalline structure that facilitated energy conduction. But without the right instruments, confirming this was impossible.

    "If we manage to replicate their effect, or even improve it, we could develop our own energy source¡­ And at worst, turn these stones into a deadly trap for those who use them."

    AION processed the information.

    <b>[Hypothesis: If the internal composition of spirit stones is altered, their energy flow could become erratic. This could result in inefficient use or, in extreme cases, an energy overload harmful to the user.]</b>

    Ethan gave a calculating smile. The possibilities were endless.

    The next day, Ethan left his laboratory, rubbing his temples and letting out a long sigh. Exhaustion was evident on his face, but his mind kept analyzing the problems that plagued him.

    "With our current equipment, continuing this research is impossible¡­" he muttered to himself, frowning. "I¡¯ve hit a dead end. There are so many possible routes, but I lack the necessary technology to advance."

    As he stepped out of the lab, daylight greeted him in Omega Zero¡¯s main plaza. Over the past few days, the base¡¯s construction had entered its final stages. The main structures were fully operational; only minor adjustments and security improvements remained. However, for Ethan, the base was still far from reaching its full potential.

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    As he walked across the plaza, his gaze settled on Shen Bao, who was training with other members of the Vesper Special Forces. The bursts of air displaced by each strike and movement bore witness to the intensity of their preparation. Wasting no time, Ethan approached.

    "How many Vesper Special Forces personnel do we currently have available?"

    Shen Bao immediately halted his training and turned to him, wiping sweat from his forehead.

    "Master, we currently have one hundred active members, not including ourselves. In total, we are one hundred and five."

    Ethan nodded, lost in thought for a moment.

    "Good. For now, organize reconnaissance missions in the surrounding areas. I want a detailed map of the region and a search for traces of demonic beasts. We need as many samples as possible for our studies."

    "Understood." Shen Bao responded with a firm expression, though his eyes betrayed a contained excitement.

    The hunt for demonic beasts was no longer just a theory for them. They had tasted the adrenaline of battle and the thrill of taking down creatures once thought invincible. For many, this mission wasn¡¯t just a task¡ªit was an opportunity to measure their true strength.

    Ethan took his leave and went to find Zhao Ren. When he arrived at the storage area, he found him alongside the Hu brothers, unloading materials.

    "Master!" The three greeted him as he approached.

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    On the other hand, in the middle of a dense and silent forest, a group of five Vespers advanced with calculated precision. The undergrowth barely rustled beneath their boots as they moved in formation, keeping their eyes on the surroundings. Leading them was Ye Han, designated as V-0001, a man of few words and sharp gaze.

    Covered in gray cloaks, wearing reinforced scale armor and half-face masks that concealed their expressions, the Vespers looked like shadows among the trees. They carried muskets slung over their shoulders, long knives within easy reach, and an unyielding determination in every movement. They were not there to fight but to observe and report. However, what they found stirred a barely contained fury that was hard to ignore.

    Through twisted trunks and thick underbrush, they spotted a clearing ahead. Hiding within the shadows of the foliage, Ye Han raised a hand, and the squad stopped immediately. They crouched, sharpening their senses.

    Before them stretched a mine. It was not just a hole in the ground but an organized operation with multiple entrances carved into the dark rock of the mountain. The terrain was dotted with rudimentary structures¡ªwooden huts, piles of tools, and a dusty path marked by the constant movement of workers in chains.

    Slaves.

    Their bodies were thin, their faces hollow from malnutrition and exhaustion. They wore dirty, tattered rags, their skin marked with wounds and scars. Despite their evident weakness, they kept working, dragging carts filled with a black mineral that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. It was neither coal nor mere stone. Black iron. Though Ye Han and his team did not yet know it, what they saw was of great value.

    But it was not just the slaves who were there. Walking among them, issuing orders and punishing those who moved too slowly, were figures dressed in gray robes. The fabric was of high quality, with discreet embroidery, and their posture exuded authority. Their faces were uncovered, displaying expressions of absolute coldness.

    The sight of those men leading others with whips and chains ignited a silent, burning hatred in Ye Han¡¯s chest. Beneath his mask, his jaw tightened. He was not an impulsive man, but what he saw awakened a deep-seated rage.

    One of the Vespers beside him whispered,

    ¡°Shall we eliminate them, leader?¡±

    Ye Han did not respond immediately. He knew what they felt. Each of them had been chosen for their character and strength, as well as for their spirit. They were not mere soldiers. They were men of conviction. And what they were witnessing put their resolve to the test.

    He observed more closely. He counted at least a dozen of the gray-robed men giving orders. Armed with swords and spears, they did not seem like simple guards but individuals with some level of training. Further beyond, at the mine¡¯s entrance, stood a stone structure¡ªmore solid and reinforced. Likely a command post or storage facility.

    ¡°We¡¯re not here to fight,¡± he finally said, his voice firm but low. ¡°We observe. We analyze. We report.¡±

    The other Vespers nodded, though their frustration was evident.

    The echo of a scream drew their attention. A slave had tripped over a rock and fallen, spilling his load. The dark soil scattered across the ground, and silence lasted only a moment before one of the overseers advanced with a hard expression.

    Without mercy, he raised a whip and lashed the fallen man. Once. Twice. Three times. The slave screamed, but no one helped him. The others, heads bowed, continued working as if they had seen nothing. There was no compassion in this place. Only the yoke of servitude.

    Ye Han closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. He knew his men awaited an order. He knew his instincts screamed at him to kill them all. But this was not the time.

    ¡°We withdraw.¡± His order was low, firm. ¡°We return to Omega Zero. Orion must know.¡±

    The Vesper team moved through the forest in silence. The air was thick with tension, fueled by the cold indignation of each man.

    Upon reaching the base, the sentries asked no questions. They simply stepped aside.

    Ye Han headed straight for Orion. He stepped forward and spoke with precision,

    ¡°Report. Twenty-five kilometers northeast of Omega Zero, we have located a mine. Black mineral, metallic sheen.  We observed individuals in embroidered gray robes. We believe they belong to the same faction.¡±

    Shen Bao frowned. ¡°Too close.¡± His voice was grave. ¡°Anything else?¡±

    ¡°Slaves.¡± The word fell like a hammer. ¡°Men, women. Malnourished, chained.¡±

 Chapter 20: New Companion

    In Ethan¡¯s office, sitting behind his desk, he swirled his liquor glass while listening to Shen Bao¡¯s report.

    "I sent out scouts. There are fifteen people wearing robes suspiciously indicative of cultivators. According to the stamp on their clothes, they belong to the Xuan family. They mainly operate in the Black Rock City and are one of the four main families. Their primary business is mining and selling spiritual artifacts."

    "Any information on their strength?" Ethan asked.

    "According to the gathered information, they are considered a family within the Qi Cultivator realm. Their patriarch is at the seventh level, while the Grand Elder reaches the ninth level. However, the exact difference in their strengths is unknown. We also can''t compare them to the Dark Wolf we hunted last time," Shen Bao shook his head.

    Although they had killed the demonic beast, its exact strength level remained a mystery, and comparing it to human cultivators was even more uncertain.

    Ethan drummed his fingers on the desk, deep in thought.

    The strength levels of the cultivators Ethan knew were divided into three main categories: Qi Cultivators, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core. At a higher level, sects spoke of the Nascent Soul, a qualitative transformation in the cultivator''s power. However, according to available information, no individual within the Yun Dynasty or its neighboring territories had reached that level. The reason remained unknown.

    "We can¡¯t act recklessly based on the current information. And we still don¡¯t know the performance of the muskets in a direct confrontation against cultivators," Ethan reflected, drumming his fingers on the desk.

    But confrontation was inevitable. "They must experience the power they¡¯re facing firsthand. Additionally, this could be an opportunity to raise the morale of the Vespers."

    "Slaves¡­" Ethan frowned. As a modern man, he despised slavery, but he couldn¡¯t rush to conclusions. He had already heard reports about their treatment, but if they were ruthless criminals or enemies, he would show no mercy. However, if they were innocent civilians¡­ "That would be different. I need to confirm the facts."

    He stood up and walked over to the window before giving his order in a firm voice:

    "Gather several Vespers to escort me to the Black Rock City. Also, order that the mine remain under strict surveillance until further instructions."

    "Understood."

    Shen Bao left immediately, while Ethan remained lost in thought.

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    The next day, on the streets of Black Rock City, a group of six individuals in gray robes and hoods advanced silently towards the city center. Their destination was the cultivator market, where they sought to gather more information about the region''s main families and forces, including the Xuan family.

    At first glance, the market didn¡¯t seem much different from a common one. Improvised stalls with blankets spread across the ground offered various goods, while others, more elaborate, built with wood, displayed their products in the open air. At the end of the street, specialized workshops exhibited more items¡ªrefined weapons, medicinal pills, rare herbs, demon beast pelts¡­

    Most of the lower-level cultivators and independent cultivators preferred trading at the street stalls, where they could negotiate better prices and avoid taxes or restrictions imposed by the major families.

    As they walked through the market, Ethan observed the wide array of products on display. There were weapons and spiritual artifacts, both offensive and defensive, some in perfect condition and others visibly damaged. He also found unknown medicinal pills, rare herbs of various colors and sizes, unusual-looking minerals, and books with unknown content.

    The hustle and bustle of the market was constant. Buyers bargained fiercely, vendors announced their products enthusiastically, and some more discreet merchants whispered offers.

    Turning around, he addressed Shen Bao and the other Vespers who accompanied him.

    "Watch the surroundings. Gather information about the mine and any movements from the Xuan family."

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    Shen Bao and the others nodded and moved away.

    As Ethan walked through the market, his attention was caught by an unusual stall. Behind a table covered with skins and bones of beasts, a middle-aged man with a cold stare observed the passersby, accompanied by two young men with fierce faces. Cages of various sizes were stacked around him, along with materials that, at first glance, seemed to come from exotic creatures.

    Ethan calmly approached, analyzing the place. The middle-aged man looked up and, in a cold voice, said:

    "Ask for whatever you want, no haggling."

    For a moment, Ethan was surprised by the merchant¡¯s harshness, but decided to ignore it. Instead of responding, he began inspecting the cages.

    In one of them, four large mountain rats twisted and squealed incessantly, their sharp teeth reflecting the dim light of the market. In another, a small wolf lay silently, curled up in a corner. Its golden, bright eyes, sharp and intelligent, watched him cautiously, evaluating him.

    Despite being dirty and malnourished, its silver fur still held some shine. Though it appeared weak at first glance, Ethan recognized an unyielding determination in its posture.

    This was the reason he had come.

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    Ethan fixed his gaze on the merchant and, with a firm voice, said:

    "I want that wolf. Tell me your price."

    Ethan kept his gaze fixed on the merchant, waiting for his response. The man crossed his arms and replied in a dry tone

    "Two spirit stones."

    Ethan raised an eyebrow. The price was excessive. For a wolf pup, especially one in poor condition, it wasn¡¯t worth even a tenth of that.

    "That''s too expensive." His tone was firm but controlled.

    The merchant clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed.

    "Too expensive? Do you even know what you''re looking at?" He knocked on the cage with his knuckles, making the wolf raise its ears but show no fear. "This isn''t just some wild wolf. It''s a Silver Moon Wolf. When they grow, they have the potential to reach Level two. A loyal and powerful companion if you know how to raise it well."

    Ethan assessed his words. He didn¡¯t recognize the name of the species, but immediately understood the sales tactic. "Potential" meant most never reached that level. A common trick among unscrupulous merchants.

    Still, the pup had good stature, and its eyes showed intelligence. He wanted it, but not at that price.

    "If it really could reach level two, you''d be selling it for much more. You''re trying to cheat me."

    The young men beside him tensed, but the merchant just snorted. "Take it or leave it."

    Ethan sighed and looked back at the cage with the mountain rats. He had another idea.

    "Include those rats in the deal, and I¡¯ll take it."

    The merchant frowned, hesitating. The rats were quite valuable in certain circles for their meat and pelts. However, he seemed eager to get rid of the wolf quickly, perhaps because few wanted to spend on a sickly pup.

    Finally, he exhaled in annoyance.

    "Fine. Two spirit stones, and you get the lot."

    Ethan nodded. He took out the spirit stones and placed them on the table.

    The merchant took them with a smile and snapped his fingers for one of the young men to hand him the cages.

    When Ethan turned to leave, the merchant¡¯s gaze bore into his back.

    "Enjoy your purchase." He smiled coldly.

    As Ethan exited the market, the two young men accompanying the merchant exchanged looks, and after a discreet signal, they began to follow him through the crowd.

    <b>[Alert: After a detailed analysis of the surroundings, it has been confirmed that two individuals have been following your movements. The probability of coincidence is minimal, ruled out at 98%.]</b>

    Ethan kept his pace steady, completely ignoring the two young men following him, their presence barely noticeable to anyone not paying attention. As he walked toward the inn, his mind focused on the possible consequences of his purchase.

    "If they keep following, they¡¯ll have to face the consequences of not staying discreet," he thought.

    Upon arriving at the inn, Ethan arranged the rooms for himself and the others, completely ignoring the followers. They wouldn''t be foolish enough to act within the city.

    Inside his room, after requesting food and milk, he sat on the bed, looking at the small cage where the wolf rested. The pup, still weak and dirty, watched from his corner warily, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light coming through the window. Ethan approached slowly, making no sudden movements, and carefully opened the cage, not wanting to scare the animal.

    The wolf remained still, staring at Ethan as if unsure whether to trust him.

    Ethan didn¡¯t rush him. He took out a small bowl of milk, placed it near the cage, and watched in silence. The wolf, after a moment of tension, cautiously approached, sniffing the milk, its tongue lightly brushing the rim of the container. When it finally drank, its eyes never left Ethan.

    Ethan smiled slightly at the wolf''s reaction, understanding that, although cautious, it had already taken the first step toward trust. He left a steak near the bowl, watching the small animal with interest. The wolf glanced at it briefly, then returned to focusing on the milk.

    With a soft voice, Ethan murmured: "I¡¯ll call you Eclipse."

    The wolf raised its head, its eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Ethan slowly approached, extending his hand toward its head, and carefully petted its silver fur. The softness of its fur was impressive.

    "Good boy..." Ethan said softly, repeating his stroke. Eclipse finally relaxed his posture slightly, allowing Ethan to pet him. The silent connection between them was immediate, and in that moment, Ethan knew he had made the right decision in taking the wolf.

 Chapter 21: When the Prey Shoots Back

    After feeding Eclipse, the wolf remained seated, tilting his head as he observed Ethan. His intelligent eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and budding loyalty.

    "Come here," Ethan said in a calm voice.

    Eclipse seemed to understand and, after a few seconds of hesitation, slowly approached him. Ethan simply patted his head with a faint smile.

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    The moment was interrupted by a firm sound.

    A knock echoed at the door.

    "Master, it''s me," Shen Bao announced from the other side.

    "Come in," Ethan replied calmly.

    The door creaked slightly as it opened. Shen Bao entered with a serious expression while the others waited outside. Eclipse, unmoving at Ethan¡¯s feet, watched the door cautiously, his ears perked up, alert to any sign of danger.

    "Master, we have information on the forces of Black Rock City," Shen Bao reported, bowing his head slightly in respect.

    Shen Bao continued, "The first of the influential families is the Xuan family, a clan of Qi cultivators. Their main activities are mining and crafting spiritual artifacts. They have a ruthless reputation¡ªmost reports about them involve mortals or low-level cultivators being forced to work in their mines."

    Ethan rested his elbow on the table, intertwining the fingers of his other hand as he sank into thought. "Who is in charge?" he asked.

    Shen Bao nodded and continued, "The current patriarch is Xuan Fei, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refinement. However, the real threat is the family''s Grand Elder, Xuan Jinhai, who has reached the ninth level. It is said that he rarely shows himself, but his mere presence deters anyone from challenging the Xuan family."

    Ethan frowned, his sharp gaze reflecting a silent analysis of the situation.

    Beside him, Eclipse let out a low growl, his ears twitching as if sensing the tension in the air. Ethan extended a hand, calmly stroking the wolf''s back, feeling the warmth of his fur. His gesture seemed relaxed, but in his mind, gears were already turning, devising strategies and assessing possibilities.

    "Sooner or later, we will have to test our strength," Ethan said firmly, his eyes glinting with a calculated light. "And they will be a good starting point."

    Shen Bao observed him silently, reading the determination in his expression. There was no need to ask what Ethan planned; he knew that by the time the moment arrived, their leader would already have everything under control.

    Ethan leaned back slightly in his seat, intertwining his fingers. "And what about the other families?"

    Shen Bao nodded and continued, "The second most influential family in the city is the Lian family. They are alchemists, specializing in crafting medicinal elixirs that accelerate cultivation. They control most of the rare ingredients in the market and have connections with external clans. Their influence is enormous.

    "Lian Zhen is the current patriarch," he continued without pause. "A man at the ninth level of Qi cultivation. They don¡¯t usually involve themselves in conflicts, but their power is undeniable."

    Ethan absorbed the information, drumming his fingers on the table.

    "The third family is the Fu family," Shen Bao went on. "Their main business is crafting talismans. From defensive barriers to sealed fireballs, their creations can turn the tide of battle.

    "Their leader, Fu Jianhong," Shen Bao said in a lower tone, "is an elder at the ninth level of Qi cultivation. However, he rarely appears in public. The Fu family stays out of direct conflicts, but their creations can tip the balance in any dispute."

    Ethan narrowed his eyes, storing every detail in his mind.

    "The fourth force in the city is the City Lord¡¯s mansion," Shen Bao added. "There¡¯s little information on their true strength, but they control the city guards and market security. Unlike the influential families, they don¡¯t seem to be directly involved in business¡ªat least not openly."

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    Ethan raised an eyebrow.

    "The City Lord is Shen Yifeng," Shen Bao answered. "He presents himself as a neutral ruler, though his true reach remains a mystery."

    Ethan remained silent for a moment, absentmindedly stroking Eclipse. The pieces on the board were clear. Now, it was only a matter of deciding the first move. His eyes reflected the spark of a calculating mind.

    The war in the shadows was about to begin.

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    With the gathered information, they departed at dawn.

    Barely a few kilometers out of the city, Eclipse let out a soft growl, his fur bristling as he sniffed the air and glanced back.

    One of the Vespers approached with a serious expression. "Master, we are being followed," he reported in a low voice.

    Ethan nodded, unsurprised. The night before, he had warned them about the incident during Eclipse¡¯s purchase and had ordered them to remain vigilant for any suspicious movements.

    "Let¡¯s keep moving," he said calmly, maintaining the pace. "Find a secluded spot. I don¡¯t want any witnesses."

    As they advanced, they found a sufficiently secluded spot and stopped. With a single gesture from Ethan, the Vespers immediately turned, raising their muskets with precision, ready for any order.

    Ethan remained behind and spoke aloud, his tone calm but firm: "You''ve been following us. Is there something you need, gentlemen?"

    Silence stretched for a few seconds. Only the wind whistled through the trees.

    Suddenly, a mocking laugh broke the stillness.

    "Hehe... I was wondering what kind of mortal could buy in a cultivator market and pay with spirit stones," said a voice from the thicket.

    "I thought maybe it would be a member of some influential family... but now I see clearly. Mortal guards, no trace of spiritual energy... Looks like we''ve found a fat sheep."

    From the bushes, two figures emerged. Ethan recognized them instantly: the same young men who had openly observed him at the market that day.

    "Hand over the spirit stones and everything you bought. Be reasonable, and maybe we''ll let you leave alive," one of them said with a sly grin, his tone dripping with mockery and contempt.

    Ethan didn''t respond immediately, maintaining an impassive expression as if he didn''t even consider the threat worthy of attention. His lack of reaction made the young cultivator frown, his arrogance shifting to impatience.

    "Tch... damn idiot," he spat disdainfully.

    Without warning, his silhouette blurred in a flash. In the blink of an eye, he unsheathed his sword and lunged at Shen Bao with a swift slash, his blade whistling through the air with lethal intent.

    Shen Bao, though he had only been training for a little over a month, reacted on instinct. He raised his musket just in time to block the blow, but the force of the impact sent him staggering back several steps. A tingling sensation coursed through his arm, numbed by the sheer brutality of the clash.

    He had no time to catch his breath. The cultivator, with a cruel smile, pressed the offensive and slashed again, aiming directly at his neck.

    This time, Shen Bao didn''t try to block. With lethal fluidity, he drew one of his flintlock pistols and, before his opponent could react, pulled the trigger.

    BANG!

    The blast echoed through the air. At point-blank range, the projectile tore through flesh with a dry crack. The young cultivator halted abruptly, stumbling. He looked down at the hole in his chest. His expression shifted from astonishment to horror.

    "H-how...?" he murmured in disbelief. His knees gave out, and he collapsed onto his back, his eyes still open, unable to comprehend how he could die at the hands of someone so weak.

    The gunshot''s echo had barely faded when the second cultivator was paralyzed, his cold smile frozen in shock. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his companion slump lifelessly.

    Before he could react, the Vespers already had him in their sights. Four loaded muskets, ready to fire.

    A chill ran down his spine. A crushing sense of crisis struck him. Danger!

    In a desperate move, he pulled out a defensive talisman and activated it just in time. A golden glow enveloped him, forming a barrier of energy that repelled the first shot. The bullet deflected with a flash, but the defense couldn''t withstand the impact and shattered with a sharp crack.

    BANG!

    The second projectile found its mark. He felt a searing pain in his side as the bullet pierced his flesh. "No, this can''t be!" He tried to move, dodge, escape, but his body didn¡¯t react fast enough.

    BANG! BANG!

    The third and fourth shots struck his chest. A dry crack accompanied the puncturing of his organs. His heart beat one last time before failing completely.

    With eyes wide in terror, he fell to his knees, his body trembling as life left him.

    Silence.

    Gunpowder smoke lingered in the air as the Vespers lowered their muskets, reloading with precision.

    Ethan observed the corpses with an impassive expression. Two cultivators dead in seconds.

    His face remained serene, but his heart pounded, betraying his apparent calm. The tension still hung in the air, but beyond the danger, something stirred inside him. Seeing the so-called cultivators fall like any other mortal¡­ awakened a latent emotion within him.

    A barely perceptible smile crossed his lips.

    "Next time, perhaps they should ask themselves who the real prey is," he murmured softly. Then, he looked up at his men.

    "Take the bodies. I want to analyze them."

    The Vespers nodded and immediately got to work.

    Ethan reflected in silence, his mind analyzing every possibility. What made them different? Why could they cultivate while others could not? What was the true source of their strength? The so-called spiritual roots¡­ were they a mutation, a hidden biological structure, or something deeper?

    As his men carried out the order, Ethan adjusted his glasses and exhaled slowly. If he could unravel the secrets of cultivation, then the supremacy of cultivators would not be eternal.

 Chapter 22: Immortal Twilight

    After that incident, the journey back proceeded without complications.

    In Ethan''s laboratory, the two cultivators'' corpses lay on metal tables, ready for analysis. Although his training was not specialized in human anatomy in depth, his knowledge of biomechanics and general biology allowed him to approach the dissection with meticulous precision. He put on gloves and adjusted his glasses while activating AION¡¯s interface.

    <b>[Initiating analysis. Proceed with external inspection.]</b>

    Ethan nodded and visually examined the bodies. At first glance, they were no different from ordinary humans. There were no obvious signs of extraordinary anatomical structures or additional organs that could explain their ability to manipulate spiritual energy. However, the real test would come with a detailed scan.

    "AION, begin a full-body spectral sweep. We need to identify any structural or energetic anomalies."

    <b>[Initiating scan...]</b>

    The skin, muscles, and bones unfolded on a holographic screen with microscopic precision. At first glance, everything appeared within normal parameters until spectrometric readings revealed an unexpected fluctuation in the abdominal region of both bodies.

    <b>[Anomaly detected. Abdominal section presents an energy cavity in the solar plexus. It does not correspond to any known biological structure.]</b>

    Ethan frowned. "AION, compare this anomaly with previous data from Compound D. Is there any matching pattern?"

    <b>[Processing correlation... A similarity is detected in energy absorption capacity and condensation structure. Although the manifestation differs between humans and demonic beasts, both interact with external energy sources.]</b>

    Ethan narrowed his eyes as AION deepened the analysis.

    <b>[The surrounding tissues exhibit alterations in molecular density. A pattern of energy condensation similar to a highly stabilized electromagnetic field is observed. It is not a physical organ but a localized energy structure: probable correspondence with the ''dantian'' described in cultivator texts.]</b>

    Crossing his arms, Ethan pondered the information. The dantian was neither a gland nor a specialized sac but an immaterial structure anchored to biological tissues, invisible in a conventional autopsy.

    "Interesting... So energy manipulation is not merely a mystical phenomenon but is linked to modifications in the body''s energy density. Now, examine the limbs, circulatory system, and spinal cord. We need to determine if the so-called spiritual roots have any anatomical correlation or if they are entirely immaterial."

    AION processed the order and adjusted the scan spectrum. On the holographic screens, the nervous system and vascular network unfolded in detail, displaying completely normal biological structures. However, when the analysis focused on energy properties, an anomaly became evident.

    <b>[Detection of energy flow patterns. Immaterial trajectories are observed, superimposed on the main blood vessels and nervous network. They do not exhibit cellular structure or discernible molecular composition.]</b>

    Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Expand the visualization and modulate the density filters. If these spiritual roots exist, they must interact with the physical body in some way."

    The hologram adjusted its parameters, revealing a series of energy currents that branched fractally from the dantian to the extremities, resembling a circuit running parallel to the organism''s biological pathways. They were neither nerves nor veins but an energetic overlay coexisting with matter without directly depending on it.

    <b>[Confirmed. The energy structure maintains a stable pattern but lacks a physical substrate. It functions as an independent conduction field, in apparent resonance with the dantian. This would explain why energy flows through the body without relying on traditional anatomy.]</b>

    Ethan exhaled in fascination. "So the spiritual root is not an organ or tissue but an energy framework. An immaterial circuit."

    A thought took root in his mind. If spiritual roots channeled energy without a tangible structure, perhaps he could replicate them with the right technology.

    With precise movements, he made an incision in the abdominal region of the corpse, extracting small tissue samples surrounding the energy cavity. As expected, he found no physical organ, but AION¡¯s sensors reacted immediately.

    <b>[Warning: the energy structure is responding to physical intervention. Residual pulses detected dissipating.]</b>

    Ethan observed how the previously recorded cavity began to lose cohesion. "It seems that without vital activity, the dantian collapses. This would explain why cultivators¡¯ bodies do not retain their energy after death. AION, analyze the dissipation rate. I need to know how long the residual energy persists before completely vanishing."

    <b>[Estimation in progress... An exponential decrease is detected. Total dissipation will occur within 12 to 18 hours post-mortem.]</b>

    Ethan adjusted his glasses, processing the information.

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    On the other hand, Shen Bao gathered the Vespers to coordinate the operation that would later be known as Operation Immortal Twilight. As the field commander, he led Hu Zhan and Hu Jian in the assault on the mine.

    For the mission, he selected fifty Vespers, including both of them. The march would begin at dusk, ensuring they moved under the cover of darkness to avoid detection.

    Before mobilization, he assembled the entire unit and explained the plan in detail. The strategy was clear and decisive: they would regroup before astronomical twilight (05:00-05:30 AM), using the pre-dawn darkness to approach unseen. Once there was enough natural light to shoot with precision, they would execute a lightning attack, striking with maximum force before the enemy could react.

    To ensure the assault¡¯s effectiveness, Shen Bao sent five Vespers ahead to act as scouts. Their mission was to identify the exact positions of the enemy cultivators, monitor their routines, and detect potential weak points in their formation and defenses.

    Every movement was calculated: stealth in approach, synchronization in attack, and the overwhelming force of the first strike would determine the success of the operation.

    According to reports, all enemies were at the Qi Cultivation stage, but their exact levels were unknown. Although muskets had proven to be lethal, this was the first frontal attack against cultivators. Caution was key to minimizing risks.

    The attack would be executed in four phases. The first group would open fire simultaneously, eliminating the cultivators outside with precision and overwhelming speed. In case of failures, the second group would execute any stragglers while the first reloaded. The third would secure the perimeter, ensuring no one escaped or called for reinforcements. Meanwhile, the fourth group would hold a containment position, ready to neutralize the leaders as soon as they made their move.

    The time had come. Without delay, the unit departed in disciplined formation, advancing with precision through the mountainous terrain. Hours later, they regrouped with the scouts at a secure location.

    "Captain, report."

    "Targets confirmed. Still fifteen. Twelve are scattered at the mine entrance and storage area, supervising the miners. The other three remain inside the central stone building; they appear to be the leaders. One of them, likely the main overseer, has been stationed outside the building."

    "Understood. Take your positions and wait for my signal."

    The element of surprise was on their side. It was time to challenge the supremacy of the cultivators.

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    The dawn had yet to peek over the mountains when Xuan Jie exhaled, narrowing his eyes as he watched the entrance to the mine. The night had been quiet, as always. The miners worked in shifts, the slaves had no strength to attempt an escape, and the few guards present were more than enough to maintain order.

    He adjusted his robe, trying to shake off the stiffness in his muscles. He was not a powerful cultivator, merely at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, but his strength had secured him a position as the overseer of that mine. Beside him, two of his men spoke in hushed voices, unconcerned with keeping watch over their surroundings. No one would dare challenge the authority of the Xuan family.

    Suddenly, an unsettling sensation crawled up his spine. A pang of discomfort made him narrow his eyes as he gazed at the morning mist drifting around. Something was wrong.

    "Did you hear that?" he asked one of the guards, turning his head.

    "Nothing. Probably just the wind," the other replied.

    But Xuan Jie was not convinced. An inexplicable chill ran through his body. Before he could open his mouth to give an order, a thunderous roar shattered the quiet of dawn.

    A rain of fire and lead poured down on the guards stationed at the entrance. Their bodies convulsed under lethal impacts before they could even comprehend what was happening. Xuan Jie barely had time to react before seeing one of the guards collapse, a bloody hole in his throat.

    "Attack! We''re under attack!" he roared in desperation, but his shout was drowned by a second volley.

    Xuan Jie felt a searing pain in his shoulder and collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. He looked at his robe, now soaked in blood.

    Chaos erupted in seconds. The miners screamed in terror, seeking shelter behind carts and piles of materials. Gunfire thundered, cutting down the unsuspecting guards who scrambled to regain control.

    Darkness still dominated the landscape, but the silhouettes of the attackers were visible in the shadows. They moved with precision, wasting no time. They were not mere bandits. This was a meticulously planned execution.

    From the central building, Xuan Min, the mine commander, emerged with contained fury. Unlike the others, he had a respectable level of Qi cultivation. He was at the sixth level, one step away from being considered high-level. His cold gaze swept over the scene, immediately grasping the scale of the attack. Without hesitation, he channeled his energy, raising a Qi barrier around himself.

    "Regroup! Defend the mine!" he ordered, his voice like thunder.

    The survivors gathered as best they could. The few cultivators present managed to ignite their Qi in a shield, generating a faint glow in the dimness.

    Through the morning mist, they could see them¡ªgray robes with hoods, masks covering the lower halves of their faces, disciplined movements. They were neither imperial soldiers nor wandering cultivators. Their precision, their organization¡­ they were something entirely different.

    The third volley claimed more of their men. Xuan Min roared in fury and unleashed a wave of Qi with a single sword strike, a surge of raw power expanding in a violent whirlwind. The ground trembled as the energy struck the rock, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

    For a brief moment, the attack ceased. This was their chance.

    "Attack!" Xuan Min bellowed.

    The surviving cultivators surged forward, their bodies wrapped in flickers of energy. With instantaneous movement techniques, they pierced through the smoke, intent on crushing the invaders before they could attack again.

    But they had underestimated their enemies.

    The roar of muskets cut through the air once more. The fourth volley cracked like a divine whip. There was no time for evasive maneuvers. The bullets, thick and deadly, tore through Qi shields as if they were glass, shattering barriers and flesh with ruthless efficiency.

    One by one, the cultivators fell. Precise shots severed limbs, burst chests, and snatched away lives with brutal speed. Some managed to dodge a bullet, but no defense could withstand the storm of lead. A shield could stop one shot. Maybe two. But not three. Not five.

    Xuan Min barely had time to see them all being annihilated. They fell like wheat before the scythe. He tried to step back, to gather Qi for a counterattack, but then he felt the blunt impact. The force made him stagger. His Qi barrier wavered¡­ but it wasn¡¯t enough.

    Another shot. The impact cracked his shield.

    Another shot. His vision blurred.

    Another shot.

    The last thing Xuan Min saw before everything turned black was the silhouette of a man striding forward, his weapon still smoking, his gaze impassive.

    Not a cultivator. Not a noble. No longer a mere mortal...

    The twilight had ended. And with it, the era where cultivators reigned unopposed had begun to crumble.

 Chapter 23: Broken Silence

    The Vespers advanced with surgical precision through the smoldering remains of the enemy camp. Their boots pressed into the blood-soaked and ash-covered ground as their muskets swept every corner for movement. The scattered bodies and the lingering scent of gunpowder bore witness to the recent battle.

    The operation had been a success, but the mission was not yet over.

    Shen Bao surveyed the battlefield with a cold gaze. Without wasting time, he ordered:

    "Secure the area. Search every building, every tree, every tunnel. Leave nothing unchecked."

    The soldiers dispersed, methodically inspecting every possible hiding place. Firm steps, precise movements, brief and effective communication.

    Ye Han approached, musket in hand, standing at attention before reporting:

    "Perimeter secured. We are securing the bodies and collecting useful equipment. We found a wounded man¡ªgunshot wound, weak vital signs."

    Shen Bao turned his head with interest. A prisoner.

    "Show me."

    The Vespers surrounded a man lying on the ground, his robe soaked in blood. Despite the wound, his gaze still burned with restrained fury. Xuan Jie.

    A living cultivator was an unexpected prize. Valuable information. Techniques, tactics, hierarchies.

    Shen Bao did not hesitate.

    "Stabilize him. Hands and feet bound. We¡¯re taking him back to base."

    Two soldiers stepped forward immediately. They bandaged the worst wounds with quick, efficient movements while firmly restraining his weakened body. Xuan Jie tried to speak, but managed only a ragged whisper.

    Shen Bao leaned in slightly, his voice as sharp as a blade.

    "Don¡¯t waste your strength. You¡¯ll have time to talk soon enough."

    The Vespers secured the area with relentless precision. While some soldiers examined the enemy corpses, others searched the buildings for documents, weapons, or any clues about the enemy¡¯s operations. The camp, though devastated, still held secrets to uncover.

    Ye Han approached Shen Bao again.

    "We found several crates in an underground storage room. They seem to contain some kind of refined mineral. We don¡¯t know its value yet."

    "Load them up. We¡¯ll analyze them at the base."

    As the soldiers transported the crates, they found the captive miners¡ªmen and women in rags, their hands calloused and their faces etched with exhaustion. They recoiled in fear at the sight of the Vespers.

    One of the miners, a man with a patchy beard, cautiously stepped forward.

    "Who are you? Are you going to kill us too?"

    Shen Bao regarded him with a neutral expression before replying.

    "You are free to go."

    Silence filled the cave. Some miners exchanged incredulous glances. Others, realizing the truth, began to sob.

    "We have nowhere to go," a woman murmured. "Our villages were destroyed when we were captured."

    Shen Bao crossed his arms, considering. Releasing them here would condemn them to starvation, the cold, or worse¡ªto being captured again. If they took them along, they could become a burden¡­ or a resource.

    "If you can work, we can take you with us," he finally declared. "We can¡¯t promise luxury, but you¡¯ll have food and shelter."

    "I¡¯ll do whatever it takes," a man said.

    "So will I," added a younger miner.

    But not all shared their decision. A group remained still.

    "I appreciate what you did," one of them said. "But I want to go back."

    A few miners nodded silently and stepped away from the group.

    Shen Bao watched them for a moment before turning away.

    "We move in five minutes. Anyone staying behind does so at their own risk."

    Those who chose to leave began to gather. Among them, a few young men with determination written on their faces.

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    The Vespers completed the final inspection. Once the last valuable item was secured, they departed.

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    The basement of Omega Zero was shrouded in darkness. Against a wall of cold stone, Xuan Jin lay completely immobilized. A restraint collar anchored to the wall restricted his movements, while his hands were trapped in a steel box, eliminating any possibility of resistance. Though weakened, he was still a cultivator.

    Several meters away, beyond the thick bars, Ethan observed in silence. At his side, Shen Bao and a group of Vespers maintained a disciplined formation, awaiting orders.

    "Good work," Ethan praised in a neutral tone. "You met expectations."

    "Sir," Shen Bao responded with a slight nod. "The mine was secured. We eliminated resistance without any casualties."

    Ethan scrutinized the prisoner carefully. "Any attempts to manipulate Qi?"

    "Negative," Shen Bao reported. "The collar and restraints have completely neutralized him."

    Ethan nodded slightly. "Good. We''ll proceed with the interrogation. If he cooperates, there will be no need for additional measures."

    Xuan Jin, who had remained silent until then, raised his head with effort and spat on the ground. "No matter what you do. You won''t get anything from me."

    Ethan did not react. His voice remained impassive. "You''ll decide that in the next few minutes."

    Ethan remained silent for a few more seconds, observing him as if he were nothing more than a subject of study. He knew that initial resistance was inevitable; after all, Xuan Jin was a fourth-level Qi cultivator, with a hardened body and a will tempered by years of training. But all men had a threshold for pain, and the information accumulated in AION over centuries of human history made this child''s play.

    With a slight hand gesture, he signaled Shen Bao and the Vespers to prepare.

    Xuan Jin chuckled mockingly, despite the dryness in his throat. "Do you think a little pain will make me talk?"

    Ethan did not respond. A Vesper slowly approached, drawing a knife from a nearby metal tray. He twirled it between his fingers, letting the light reflect off its blade with an icy gleam.

    "Conventional methods may be useless against cultivators," Ethan commented calmly.

    "But the body is still the body. Blood, nerves, tendons... No matter how much you strengthen it. Everything has a breaking point," he said, his cold voice echoing through the dark basement.

    The first cut was superficial, barely grazing Xuan Jin''s arm, but enough for his skin to react. He did not make a sound. The Vesper continued, each movement calculated to avoid lethal damage, yet precise enough to send waves of pain through the nerves.

    "Your resilience is admirable," Ethan remarked without emotion. "But even the strongest have a limit."

    Xuan Jin gritted his teeth, his breathing heavy. The minutes stretched on, each one marked by the metallic sound of the knife and the murmurs of the Vespers in the background. Finally, a strangled cry escaped his lips, followed by a gasp.

    "Ready to talk?"

    Xuan Jin lifted his head, his eyes filled with rage and exhaustion. For a moment, he seemed about to spit out another taunt, but instead, he let his head drop with a barely audible whisper. "I''ll talk..."

    Ethan showed no reaction.

    "Good. Let''s start with the basics," he said calmly. "How are Qi cultivators distinguished? How do you tell their level apart?"

    Xuan Jin took a ragged breath before responding.

    "A Qi cultivator''s level is measured by the purity and density of their internal energy. From the first to the third level, Qi is unstable and crude, barely enough to strengthen the body and enhance perception. From the fourth to the sixth level, Qi becomes more refined and can be used for more advanced combat techniques like fireballs. From the seventh level onwards, the cultivator can project their energy outside the body more easily, and their vitality is several times greater than that of an ordinary mortal."

    Ethan nodded.

    "How do these levels compare to Foundation Establishment and Golden Core?"

    Xuan Jin closed his eyes for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

    "Foundation Establishment is the next step on the cultivation path. A Qi cultivator is still mortal, but upon forming their Foundation, their body and soul begin to transform. It''s the threshold between humanity and the path to immortality. A Foundation Establishment cultivator can easily crush any Qi cultivator. As for the Golden Core..."

    His voice turned rougher.

    "They can annihilate armies on their own. Their Qi is so dense that their mere presence imposes pressure on the weak. They are beings who can live for centuries and withstand wounds that would kill anyone else."

    Ethan remained impassive.

    "Interesting. Now, tell me about the strength of the Xuan family. How many cultivators do they have?"

    Xuan Jin hesitated, but Ethan¡¯s cold gaze kept him in place.

    "The Patriarch, Xuan Fei, is a seventh-level Qi cultivator. He is a formidable warrior and an expert in spear techniques. However, the true pillar of the family is the Grand Elder, Xuan Jinhai, who has reached the ninth level of Qi cultivation. He has lived for over a hundred years, and his mastery of Qi is such that he can face multiple enemies of his level."

    He paused before continuing.

    "Additionally, the family has five elders at the eighth level and forty members between the third and sixth levels."

    Just as he finished speaking, a mechanical notification resonated in Ethan¡¯s mind.

    [Analysis in progress: Detecting anomalies in microexpressions and eye movement. Discrepancy with previous patterns: High. Probability of deception: 98.3%.]

    Ethan did not react immediately. His eyes fixed on Xuan Jin with absolute calm.

    "You''re lying."

    Xuan Jin blinked, feigning confusion.

    "What are you saying? I have no reason to¡ª"

    Ethan raised a hand, stopping any excuse.

    "Let me rephrase my question. How many cultivators do you really have? Don''t waste any more of my time."

    Xuan Jin clenched his teeth, his knuckles white from the tension. He knew he couldn''t deceive him.

    "Sixty members between the third and sixth levels," Xuan Jin said through gritted teeth.

    "Continue. I want to know more about their techniques, forging methods, and the type of materials they use..."

 Chapter 24: Under the Surface

    The next morning, Ethan was back in his office, sitting behind his desk, intently looking at the document spread out in front of him. The page was filled with detailed information about cultivation levels, techniques, and so on. Everything was meticulously organized.

    As he processed the information, his mind began to formulate new strategies, calculating the pros and cons of each possible move. There was no time to waste. The battle was just the beginning.

    As for Xuan Jin, he remained in the basement, immobilized and alive, but in a state of weakness. The guards supplied him with just enough to keep him alive, without any luxuries, since he could still be useful for future experiments. Cruel, perhaps. But when facing the magnitude of what had been done to the innocent mortals, Ethan''s sense of justice had no remorse.

    "Master, may we come in?" said Zhao Ren from the other side of the door.

    Ethan continued reading for a few more seconds, absorbing the details of the latest report, when a knock on the door interrupted him. Without looking up, he spoke, signaling for them to enter.

    Zhao Ren and Shen Bao entered together and stood respectfully in front of his desk.

    Ethan placed the documents on the desk and continued, "Go ahead."

    "Master," began Shen Bao, his tone respectful. "Based on the information provided by Xuan Jin, we can confirm that it is Black Iron. It is a high-resistance material used in the manufacturing of spiritual artifacts. Qi cultivators mainly use it for their weapons, and occasionally, it is used as auxiliary material in the creation of more advanced weaponry for higher-level cultivators."

    Shen Bao stood upright, waiting for Ethan''s response.

    Ethan nodded. "Continue."

    Shen Bao explained, "In the operation, the muskets worked as mentioned. We didn''t suffer any casualties, but their accuracy at that distance was poor. Some bullets veered off and missed the enemy."

    "Also, some muskets failed on the first shot, and the reloading is a problem. If it hadn''t been for the element of surprise, the enemy would have had time to engage in close combat, which would have resulted in many casualties."

    Ethan nodded. He knew muskets were unreliable: slow, imprecise, and difficult to maintain.

    He sighed. "I understand. I''ll take care of it. I have some ideas for improvements. Bring me samples of black iron, I need to conduct tests. We also need to expand, but not in Omega Zero. You, Hu Jian, and Hu Zhan will split into three groups, each with ten Vespers. Start recruiting in remote villages and towns. Offer protection and recruit young people or anyone under 35. Train them; they will be useful. The most important thing is to instill loyalty. This will be the beginning of our future army, although it won''t have a name yet. Do you understand?"

    "Understood," replied Shen Bao.

    Ethan directed his gaze to Zhao Ren, who had been occupied with acquiring materials and negotiating with various merchants during this time.

    "Master, I''ve completed the task. Dragon''s Breath production can be increased, and the orders for other materials are ready in warehouses across different cities, awaiting transportation."

    "As for the mineral you asked me to monitor... I managed to secure a batch. Would you like to examine it to see if it¡¯s what you''re looking for?" Zhao Ren said as he gave the order, and a group of Vespers entered with wooden crates.

    Ethan was surprised. He hadn''t expected results so quickly. Without wasting any time, he stood up.

    Before him, there were four reinforced wooden crates. Zhao Ren lifted the lid of one, revealing a peculiar content: large fragments of a deep red mineral with metallic veins that reflected the light from the lamps.

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    "Cinnabar..." Ethan murmured, examining it closely.

    Cinnabar was the natural source of mercury, a mineral composed of mercury sulfide (HgS). Its vibrant scarlet color made it unmistakable, but it also had a dangerous side.

    Touching it directly without gloves or protection was not the wisest thing. Prolonged exposure could release small traces of mercury, which, in sufficient amounts, were toxic to the human body.

    Ethan narrowed his eyes and turned to Zhao Ren.

    "Has anyone handled this without protection?" he asked seriously.

    Zhao Ren shook his head.

    "From now on, anyone who handles it must wear gloves and ensure they don¡¯t breathe in any particles in case a rock crumbles."

    Ethan refocused on the mineral. The presence of mercury opened up new possibilities in terms of chemistry and metallurgy, but before deciding how to take advantage of it, he needed to analyze its purity and stability.

    "Well done, Zhao Ren. This will be useful to us."

    He closed the box again and looked at them.

    "Store it in a ventilated area, separate from other materials. I¡¯ll prepare a proper space to work on it later."

    Zhao Ren nodded immediately. Ethan, for his part, began to devise how to make the most of this new acquisition in his growing arsenal of knowledge and resources.

    With the cinnabar in hand, his development plans could move forward. This mineral was a key component in weapon creation, and to carry it out, he needed some basic equipment like lathes and rifling tools, which would be essential for manufacturing more precise parts. With them, he could build a hydraulic wheel using the underground river to generate the necessary power for the operation. Though the technology seemed primitive, it could be adapted and improved over time.

    Cinnabar was fundamental for making bullets, as it was used in the production of fulminate, a compound made from mercury nitrate. With the cinnabar he had obtained, he just needed to dissolve the mercury in nitric acid, evaporate the excess, and mix it with ethanol and more nitric acid. Then, he would simply have to clean the mixture and let it dry, thus obtaining the necessary fulminate.

    However, to achieve higher performance bullets, he had to improve the gunpowder. He couldn''t continue using black powder, so he needed to produce smokeless powder, a much bigger challenge. In this aspect, nitric acid was crucial, and he had already prepared a modified still made of lead to produce it. By mixing sulfuric acid with saltpeter and heating it until it evaporated, the only thing left was to store the product in a dark place to maintain its effectiveness.

    Potassium nitrate would be the next step. To obtain it, he simply needed to dissolve saltpeter in hot water, filter it, and add nitric acid. After that, by heating the mixture until it evaporated, potassium nitrate would crystallize, which would then be dried for further use.

    With everything necessary in hand, smokeless powder was within his reach, but there was still much to do. Ethan knew time was not a luxury he could afford. Determined to speed up his plans, he gathered a group of Vespers and headed to the underground river. He couldn¡¯t wait any longer; progress couldn¡¯t stop now.

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    Xuan Fei walked through the mansion''s hallways, his steps echoing on the cold stone as his mind spun, processing the newly received information. His clenched fist reflected the anger coursing through his body. He couldn¡¯t believe what he had just found out. His family¡¯s mine had been attacked.

    The black iron mine that the Xuan Family exploited in the northern mountains had been attacked. This mine was not only one of the most productive in the region but also one of the most secretive. But when his collection team arrived to gather the materials, what they found was much worse than they had feared.

    The mine was empty, abandoned. The team, led by one of the captains, reported signs of combat throughout the area. There were no clues. No one had survived to tell what had happened, and no one knew who could have been responsible. The attack had been precise and meticulous.

    Xuan Fei stopped in front of his desk, his courage boiling inside him like a volcano about to erupt. No one, absolutely no one, dared challenge the Xuan Family on their own territory. It was an inconceivable affront. In his mind, there could only be one response: this had to be the work of one of the other families.

    In the city, competition for resources was an open and stealthy war, where if there was an opportunity to weaken an enemy, they would not hesitate to seize it. What confused him the most was that, instead of occupying the mine, they had opted for a direct attack.

    Why not seize the opportunity to strip the Xuan Family of a valuable resource?

    ¡°Damn them!¡± he muttered, gritting his teeth.

    He wouldn¡¯t waste time wondering. Instead, he rose from his chair, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He knew what he had to do. Pointing his index finger at his personal secretary, the man quickly entered the room.

    ¡°Gather a few family members. I want them to send patrols to the mountains and track down every clue they can find. I don¡¯t want anything left uninvestigated. This attack must be avenged.¡±

    ¡°Yes, boss,¡± the secretary replied without hesitation. He knew full well how dangerous Xuan Fei¡¯s fury could be, and at that moment, the boss was like a raging bull.

 Chapter 25: The Birth of a New Alloy

    Ethan finally decided to focus his attention on the development of the underground workshop. The cave was immense, a vast space that seemed to stretch into infinity. The underground river, whose sound resonated softly in the depths, disappeared into the darkness at the other end. Although AION did not detect any immediate anomalies, Ethan knew that caution was never enough. What hidden dangers lurked beyond? For now, he decided to stay far enough from the river to operate safely.

    The first day of construction began with preparing the ground. The cave''s floor, irregular and rocky, made movement difficult. The Vespers, under Zhao Ren''s supervision, began the arduous task of leveling it. Levers, hammers, and rudimentary pulleys were used to clear the larger rocks. It was not a simple process: some formations were too hard to break easily, requiring hours of work to clear them. On more than one occasion, they encountered areas with unstable soil that threatened to sink under their weight, forcing them to temporarily reinforce the ground with wooden planks.

    Ethan walked among the workers, evaluating the progress with a calculating expression.

    "We''ve reinforced with wooden supports for now, but if we use concrete with steel reinforcements, it will be a more solid foundation," he murmured.

    He ordered the Vespers to start mixing the concrete and preparing the formwork in key areas. It wouldn''t be a quick process, but it was an essential first step to ensure that the future facilities would be stable and resistant.

    Meanwhile, they began marking the areas where the different sections of the workshop would be located: one area for heavy machinery, another for casting, and one more for assembly. All of this was part of a long-term plan, but for now, the priority was to have firm ground and a base structure for future expansions.

    The biggest initial challenge would be the planning of the waterwheel. Ethan had designed a system to harness the river''s flow, but the current was more unstable than expected. For now, he could only take measurements and adjust the plans. He knew that building the canals and installing the wheel would take more time and would be a phased project.

    As the sun began to set on the surface, the progress of the first day was evident. The ground was cleared, and the first batches of concrete were being poured into the initial foundations. Ethan observed in silence, feeling that this was just the beginning. The infrastructure he dreamed of was still far from completion, but he had already taken the first step.

    Back in his lab, Ethan stopped in front of a steel table where several minerals of an intense jet-black color rested. The dim light of the place highlighted their metallic shine, with dark gray veins that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. To the touch, it was dense and cold, with a rough texture in some sections and smooth in others, as if hiding a complex internal structure. This was black iron.

    AION began its initial analysis.

    [Beginning sample scan. Unknown composition, but potentially useful for high-strength structures]

    AION commented mechanically, projecting graphs and formulas into Ethan''s vision.

    Although the mineral did not offer the same crystalline structure as conventional steel, there was something in its density and hardness that suggested it might be suitable for military purposes.

    Ethan crouched down to examine the samples more closely. Black iron was primarily used by low-level immortal cultivators for weapons and artifacts, but its application seemed limited.

    "If it really has this hardness and strength... it could be the perfect material for making rifles, maybe even an alloy with steel for something stronger. But before making assumptions, I need to test its viability," he thought as he organized the pieces for the first experiments.

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    Ethan prepared to perform a more thorough test of the black iron. With AION''s help, he selected a sample of the mineral, ensuring that all conditions were controlled to obtain the best results.

    "AION, analyze the black iron in terms of density, strength, and composition. Compare its characteristics with those of regular steel."

    [Starting composition analysis]

    [Black iron composition: 70% iron, though with unusual compactness, denser and more organized. 12% is carbon, present in an amorphous form suggesting an external alteration during its formation, possibly influenced by an unconventional process or force. 10% consists of trace rare metals in addition to an unknown element that could be modifying the physical properties of the material. The remaining 8% is a residual energy compound. This compound cannot be identified by conventional methods, but it has a signature similar to spiritual energy or Qi, an energetic imprint capable of influencing the material''s structure at the molecular level.]

    Ethan frowned as he read the part about the energy compound.

    [The density of black iron is 7.5 g/cm3]

    [5% lighter than regular steel (7.8 g/cm3). However, its compact molecular structure provides much higher strength than would be expected from a material with this density.]

    "This confirms that black iron outperforms steel in terms of strength," murmured Ethan, thoughtfully. "But its density is similar to traditional iron. The difference lies in its hardness and that energy compound."

    After a moment of reflection, Ethan decided to attempt an alloy. He took the mineral and brought it to the natural draft furnace, where a controlled atmosphere allowed for the melting of metals. Using a coal forge, he introduced the black iron along with some portions of common steel, seeking a combination that could provide greater strength without compromising the material¡¯s malleability.

    The first attempts were failures. When melted together with steel, the black iron did not seem to fuse properly, resulting in brittle pieces. Ethan did not give up, determined to find a solution. "Adjust the furnace temperature and reheat the alloy."

    By doing so, the black iron began to melt more effectively with the steel. The initial results were not perfect, but the mixture appeared more solid and harder than conventional steel. Ethan began shaping the pieces into elongated forms, like rifle barrels, to test the alloy¡¯s resistance. During the first test, a heavy hammer was used to strike the piece. The alloy withstood the force without fracturing, though some visible deformations appeared on the surface.

    "It¡¯s promising," Ethan said as he examined the material closely. "I need more tests. If the alloy can withstand the impact of projectiles, it could be ideal for the future rifles I have in mind." Upon hearing this, AION began running simulations on the material¡¯s stability under extreme pressure conditions.

    AION projected a 3D simulation model into his vision.

    [Simulating firing conditions in rifle barrels manufactured with the proposed alloy]

    In the simulation, the rifle model demonstrated how the barrel made from the black iron and steel alloy would withstand the pressure generated by gunfire. AION calculated its resistance to high temperatures and the deformation of the piece after multiple shots. The data indicated that the alloy could endure recoil and friction without showing significant signs of fatigue.

    "If the alloy is as promising as it seems, we could begin designing a rifle. We would need to refine the alloy to achieve greater uniformity and wear resistance," Ethan commented thoughtfully.

    The simulation also allowed AION to analyze the exact composition of the new alloy.

    [The mixture consists of 70% black iron and 30% steel, with traces of carbon reinforcing the structure. Hardness increased by 30% compared to conventional steel, but malleability was reduced by 15%.]

    Ethan nodded, mentally noting the results. "What we need now is an improvement in malleability so we can process it with more conventional tools. Maybe trying with less black iron or experimenting with other elements to enhance ductility."

    During the analysis, AION proposed a hypothesis for future experiments.

    [A possible improvement would be the inclusion of 5% cobalt, which could enhance fatigue resistance and increase the material¡¯s ductility.]

    Ethan considered the proposal while observing the simulation results. "It¡¯s a good idea. But first, we¡¯ll test more alloys before moving toward mass production. This type of material has the potential to completely change how we approach weapons manufacturing, especially rifles."

    With the collected data and completed tests, Ethan felt satisfied with the initial progress. He knew there was still work to be done, but the black iron alloy could be the key to creating much more resistant and efficient rifles. The next step would be to continue testing and refining the formula to achieve the best balance between hardness, malleability, and wear resistance.

    "If this alloy truly works, we could be at the forefront of a new type of weaponry," he thought, watching the simulation as AION began generating new models for future tests.

 Chapter 26: The Decline of Arrogance

    The mountains rose imposingly, covered in dense vegetation that hid their paths between rugged rocks and century-old trees. The morning mist slowly dissipated, the silence only interrupted by the crunching of boots on dry leaves and the distant murmur of the wind.

    Ye Han advanced with steady steps, his eyes scanning every corner of the surroundings as he led a squad of five Vespers on a routine patrol. His men, disciplined and alert, held their muskets with precision, ready for any eventuality. The march was methodical, each movement executed with the efficiency of soldiers trained for war.

    Then, the air was cut by a sharp sound.

    "On guard!" Ye Han ordered in a firm and authoritative voice. The Vespers instantly regrouped, forming a defensive line. Muskets raised, fingers on the triggers, bayonets shining in the light in deadly flashes. There was no panic, only coldness and readiness.

    A mocking laugh echoed from the thick vegetation. From between the trees, five figures emerged with an air of superiority. They wore flowing robes, their faces serene and lofty, as if the presence of the soldiers was little more than a joke.

    "Hmph, just mortal trash?" one of them murmured with contempt. His tone dripped with arrogance, as if the Vespers'' weapons were harmless toys. The speaker was their leader, a man with sharp eyes and a disdainful smile. "Hey, answer me, has anyone seen anything unusual around here in the last day?"

    His words were not a question, but a demand. To them, the soldiers were nothing more than peasants with useless tools, mere insects.

    But Ye Han was not someone to be intimidated. His sharp eyes showed no fear, only determination.

    He didn¡¯t lower his weapon for a moment. His cold gaze fixed on the leader of the cultivators, with no trace of hesitation.

    "This is a restricted area. Turn around and leave." His voice was firm, emotionless, as if informing them of an unquestionable fact.

    The cultivators fell silent for a moment. It was not the answer they expected. The leader narrowed his eyes, his mocking smile slowly fading.

    "Restricted area?" The leader let out a cutting laugh, as if they had just told him a ridiculous joke. "Since when do insects set rules about where immortals step?"

    Ye Han did not answer. He didn¡¯t need to. His soldiers remained impassive, their muskets subtly aimed at the intruders.

    The leader clicked his tongue, his patience running thin. "I asked you a question, insect. Has anyone seen anything unusual in this area?"

    Ye Han didn¡¯t even blink.

    The silence that followed was thick.

    One of the cultivators behind the leader snorted in mockery and took a step forward. His robe fluttered with the movement, revealing a faint glow of Qi running through his arm.

    The Vespers tensed their fingers on the triggers. They didn¡¯t need orders to know the situation was on the brink of conflict.

    Ye Han tilted his head by barely a millimeter, evaluating the new opponent. His expression remained impassive, but the pressure in the air became suffocating.

    "Last warning," he said without raising his voice. "Turn around and leave."

    The cultivator let out a dry laugh. "Last warning?" he repeated mockingly. "Miserable ant, do you think you can threaten us?"

    The soldiers did not react to the insult.

    The leader of the cultivators furrowed his brow. There was something in Ye Han''s gaze, in the way his men showed no fear, that unsettled him.

    He raised his hand to stop his subordinate, for at that instant, a chill ran down his spine. It was something instinctive, a premonition he couldn¡¯t ignore. As if his sixth sense were screaming at him to be careful.

    His eyes narrowed as he studied the people in front of him. They were just mortals, armed with iron and wooden spears, and yet... something in their formation, in their stillness, seemed abnormal. There was no fear in them, only a sharp stillness, like a beast lying in wait.

    He gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his hand, forcing a smile. "How curious..." he murmured, his tone becoming more calculating. "I didn¡¯t expect to find resistance in such a remote place."

    One of the cultivators beside him frowned. "Leader, these insects¡ª"

    "Silence." The order was sharp. Then, he turned back to Ye Han. "We are from the Xuan family, sent by the patriarch to investigate the incident at one of our mines. And you..." his eyes gleamed with suspicion, "who are you?"

    Ye Han remained unmoved. His expression was stone-like, his gaze as sharp as a well-tempered blade.

    "We know nothing about any mine."

    The cultivator waited for a follow-up, but none came. That was what bothered him the most.

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    "Hmph." The leader of the cultivators crossed his arms, evaluating the situation.

    The tension in the air grew even thicker. The Vespers didn¡¯t lower their muskets, nor did they take their eyes off the intruders. Their bayonets gleamed under the faint light filtering through the branches, reflecting the possibility of violence at any moment.

    The impatient subordinate of the leader took another step forward, already fed up with Ye Han''s attitude. His gaze dripped with absolute disdain.

    "Stop playing around and answer," he spat with fury.

    Several of the Vespers subtly adjusted their stances, almost imperceptibly, but enough for any trained eye to notice their readiness to fire.

    Ye Han slightly raised his chin, never taking his eyes off the leader. "Turn around." His tone was the same as before, relentless.

    The cultivator''s subordinate could no longer contain his fury. "Damn insects! We give the orders here!"

    His feet scraped the ground as he propelled himself forward with inhuman speed, his tunic flowing as his Qi began to wrap around his fist.

    "Stop!" the leader of the cultivators roared, but it was already too late.

    The metallic crack of the muskets rang out like a silent threat. The moment the cultivator took his first step to attack, the Vespers reacted.

    "BOOM!" A shot rang out like thunder in the mountain, not just as an attack, but as a clear signal to the other patrols. The bullet cut through the air in a straight line and embedded itself in the cultivator¡¯s chest before he could react.

    His tunic tore with the impact, and his body shook with a force he had never felt. His eyes widened in shock as a jet of dark blood erupted from the hole in his torso.

    For the first time in his life, a mortal had wounded him.

    He had no time to comprehend it. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. Dead.

    The other cultivators froze for a moment, unable to believe it.

    "YOU BASTARDS!" the leader roared, with an overwhelming fury.

    But the Vespers didn¡¯t wait to see his reaction.

    "Fire!" Ye Han ordered.

    Three muskets roared immediately. The bullets flew, fast and lethal, seeking to pierce the flesh of their enemies before they could close the distance.

    One of the cultivators, blinded by rage, tried to advance without bothering to dodge. The projectile hit him in the collarbone, breaking the bone and making him fall.

    The others managed to move at the last moment. A faint glow appeared around their bodies as they activated their Qi shields, deflecting the bullets before they could reach them. Even so, the force of the impact caused them to stagger for a moment, forcing them to take a step back.

    The cultivator leader gritted his teeth.

    "Kill them!"

    He activated his Qi, his energy enveloping his body like an invisible armor.

    The remaining two cultivators lunged forward like unleashed beasts, their feet barely touching the ground as they shortened the distance in the blink of an eye.

    The Vespers knew that in close combat, they would be lost.

    "Retreat!"

    Three soldiers pulled back while the others fired their pistols. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

    One bullet struck one of the attackers in the leg, causing him to grunt in pain. But he kept advancing.

    Another of the Vespers, with no time to reload and seeing the distance closing too quickly, raised his bayonet and prepared his stance. If he couldn¡¯t shoot, at least he had to fight.

    The cultivator saw him and smiled mockingly.

    He deflected the blade with his bare hand, coating it with his Qi, and threw a punch directly at the soldier¡¯s chest. The force of the blow was brutal, with the Qi energy making the impact even more devastating. The soldier was sent flying several meters, his steel-scaled armor dented under the pressure.

    The Vesper crashed into a tree with a dry thud, coughing up blood, his vision blurring for a moment, but he was still breathing.

    Ye Han saw what happened and knew they couldn¡¯t hold the fight much longer.

    "To the hill! Now!"

    The vespers moved quickly and with discipline.

    The cultivator leader was furious.

    "Don¡¯t let them escape!"

    But then, an opportune sound came, the echo of muskets.

    Shots from the hill.

    Reinforcements had arrived.

    From an elevated position, another squad of Vespers opened fire. The wave of projectiles was devastating, with bullets whistling like death snakes cutting through the air. The sound of the shots was unstoppable, and the projectiles flew at a speed the cultivators had never experienced before.

    One of the cultivators, too slow to notice the danger, took a direct shot to the neck. The impact was fatal. His body jerked violently before falling, lifeless, to the ground, dark blood spurting as his life faded away.

    The cultivator leader felt a chill run down his spine. The threat from the Vespers was not something he could ignore.

    It wasn¡¯t like fighting against archers or spearmen. These soldiers were organized, their attacks precise, and their projectiles were too fast to react with certainty.

    "Retreat now!" he ordered immediately, his voice filled with urgency.

    At that moment, a wave of danger surrounded him, and without thinking, he pulled out a small black shield. He activated it quickly, and an energy barrier formed around him, creating a protective layer that surrounded him.

    "Watch out!" He warned his subordinate.

    The first impacts of the projectiles bounced off the barrier, but the glow of the energy began to fade with each hit.

    His last subordinate, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly activated a talisman, generating an energy barrier that glowed intensely around him. The deafening sound of the bullets hitting the shield made the air vibrate, and the talisman managed to deflect a projectile, although the force of the shots was devastating.

    Despite their efforts, the barrier could no longer withstand it. One last shot pierced the broken shield, hitting him directly. There was no time for a final breath; his body fell lifeless to the ground, the talisman already powerless.

    The cultivator leader felt a stab of despair at the sight of his fall.

    "These are not just simple mortals..." thought the leader.

    The leader began to retreat, moving with the agility of a wild animal. The concentrated gunfire impacts resonated around him, and the energy barrier surrounding him was weakening rapidly. Each new hit caused the shield to crack further, fissures appearing on the surface of the barrier as if it were on the brink of breaking completely. The energy of the shield glowed with less intensity, and the leader could feel how the pressure of the projectiles was pushing him back.

    Two more shots slammed into the barrier, widening the cracks until they snaked across its surface. The shield was barely holding on, its energy flickering with each impact. With a final surge of desperation, the leader bolted toward the trees, his movements frantic. The barrier groaned, on the brink of shattering, as he disappeared into the dense forest, leaving nothing but a fading echo of his escape.

    The Vespers regrouped. The forest returned to its calm, the wind whistling through the trees, as if nothing had happened.

    Ye Han stood still, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

    "Do not let him escape," Ethan ordered sharply, his voice unwavering. "Follow him. Do not separate."

    The battle was over, but the war had only just begun.

 Chapter 27: Honor and Sacrifice: The Price of Freedom

    The air in the forest was dense and cold, a heavy silence enveloping the place after the battle. The echo of gunshots still resonated in the men''s ears, but the fury of the fight had already faded. Only the sound of the trees swaying gently with the breeze and the crunch of leaves under the slow steps of the soldiers remained.

    Ye Han walked among them, his face hardened, but his mind still processing what had happened. His eyes scanned the terrain cautiously, as if fearing something else might emerge from the shadows of the forest. In the distance, a new squad was helping the wounded, among them a Vesper who had fallen in the fight with the cultivator.

    His name was Bo Xian. Born in a small coastal town, he had been a mercenary, and his life had never been destined for peace. Though filled with physical and emotional scars, it was guided by the idea that a better world was possible, one where people like him could have a worthy place.

    The blow had been devastating. The cultivator, with the strength of his qi-covered fist, had launched a direct attack, one that couldn¡¯t be avoided, not with armor. The energy had pierced everything, shattering internal organs, bursting bones, and leaving the Vesper with no chance of survival. At first, his breath had still been strong, his breathing labored but persistent, almost defiant.

    But the qi was unstoppable. The steel-scaled armor, designed to withstand attacks, had yielded with a single impact. It had become dented, the force of the blow reflected in the visible marks, but that was the least of it. What really mattered was what couldn¡¯t be seen. The internal damage was irreversible.

    In the previous battle, with the cultivator advancing relentlessly before him, the Vesper, knowing that the retreat of his comrades depended on every second, raised his bayonet. A weapon practically useless against a cultivator, but he didn¡¯t hesitate. With his heart full of determination, he wielded it forcefully, even knowing the strike would have no effect on his opponent. It was a nearly desperate act, a last attempt to buy time. However, he didn¡¯t do it in the hope of winning, but for the courage to give his life in that final effort, intending to stop the cultivator who advanced mercilessly.

    The Vesper had fallen with honor, with the dignity that only those who understand the true value of sacrifice can comprehend: giving his life to protect others.

    Now, Ye Han approached the body of the Vesper. The other soldiers in the squad watched him in silence, respectful, not daring to make a sound. Ye Han¡¯s eyes glowed with a mixture of pain and rage. No one would forget the one who had given everything, even when there was nothing left. It was the kind of sacrifice that defined the Vesper, but that did not ease the weight of the loss.

    The Vesper lay on the ground, his breath having stopped several minutes ago. The others had tried to stabilize him, but it was useless. The damage caused by the qi had been too great. Ye Han closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking at the soldier who was nearby, watching the scene.

    "We''ll take him with us," Ye Han replied in a deep voice. "We''ll make sure he gets back to Omega Zero. He deserves a proper burial."

    Ye Han looked at his squad. The faces of the men were marked by anger and sadness, but also by the determination to move forward. No one had stopped fighting, no one had given in to fear or death, and that was what made them different.

    Moments later, a group returned, their expressions grim. "No trace, sir. We found nothing," one of them reported, his voice heavy with frustration.

    Ye Han nodded and decided to leave.

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    The way back was silent. The forest, which had so recently been the scene of a fierce battle, now seemed quieter, almost unreal. The leaves slowly fell from the trees, and the wind gently moved the branches.

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    In the midst of the dense forest, the mountains rose with majesty, hidden under a thick layer of vegetation that camouflaged their paths between rugged rocks and centuries-old trees.

    The leader of the cultivators advanced with quick steps, his breath broken by desperation. The cold humidity clung to his skin, but his mind was completely fixed on what had happened. He had failed. How had it been possible for a group of mere mortals to achieve such resistance? The situation had escalated beyond any expectation, and the strength of his men had been surpassed by a group of soldiers with weapons he did not fully understand.

    "I must inform the patriarch... Immediately," he thought, his mind struck by urgency. Every second counted.

    A crackle echoed under his feet. He looked around, the sensation of being pursued ran down his back like a snake, but he could not stop. Every thought was focused on a single goal: escape. He had to inform the patriarch. Only he could understand what was happening. Who were those mortals? Why could their weapons hurt them? The blow to his pride was stronger than any physical wound.

    His thoughts sped up, more frantic with each step he took through the underbrush. The death of his subordinate still resonated in his mind. The impact of the bullet had been lethal, and even the qi had been unable to save him.

    A chill ran through his body as he remembered the confrontation. He had never heard of such weapons. On the battlefield, qi was god. Nothing could challenge it. But those mortals...

    His steps grew faster, frantic from the fear that had begun to cling to him.

    The trees passed quickly beside him. The breeze grew stronger, and so did his thoughts. The image of his subordinate collapsing under the impact of a bullet kept spinning in his head.

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    The walk to Omega Zero was an echo of silence, a solemn step marked by the solemnity of sacrifice. The fallen Vesper''s body was carried with reverence, and as they neared the base, the stillness of the night enveloped everything, as if the very earth held its lament.

    The biting night air seemed to whisper among the trees, while the stars shone, cold and distant.

    A separate cemetery had been erected, a sanctuary for the fallen, in a quiet, secluded corner. Others organized the ceremony, the place surrounded by oil lamps flickering faintly, casting shadows that danced like witnesses to an eternal sacrifice.

    Ethan advanced steadily among his men, the gravity of the situation reflected in his impassive demeanor. He reached the place where the body of the Vesper rested, and his eyes, deeply serene, fell upon it. His gaze, unyielding as always, was the only one that did not falter before the tragedy.

    "Today," Ethan began, his voice resonating with the same strength as a military command, but with a deep sense of respect, "one of ours has fallen. A man who, like us, rose to fight for freedom, safety, and respect for all. A man who gave his life for the cause that has united us: the pursuit of a world where mortals do not live under the yoke of the cultivators."

    The wind carried away the stillness, and a crunch of fallen leaves echoed in the air, like a sigh from the world itself.

    "But this cause," Ethan continued, his gaze fixed on the horizon, "does not end with his fall. The freedom we fight for, the struggle for the oppressed, will not perish with him. The victory will be ours."

    As a signal, gunshots rumbled three times in the darkness, a blast that cut through the air, the echo of a final farewell, an eternal tribute to the courage and determination that the Vesper had shown.

    "May his sacrifice not be forgotten," said Ethan, his voice now deep, filled with a steel solemnity, "for freedom. For Astralis."

    One by one, the soldiers lined up in silence. In a wordless ritual, each man and woman approached the fallen body and placed a flower¡ªan offering that symbolized both respect and the promise to move forward. The wind, as if understanding the significance of the moment, whispered among the trees, while the echo of their steps blended with nature itself.

    Ethan silently approached the Vesper. Without a word, he bowed his head in respect. Then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, he signaled for them to step away. One by one, they withdrew, leaving behind a place that, from that moment on, would become an eternal sanctuary.

    Under the watchful gaze of the stars, Omega Zero continued its relentless course. As long as Astralis remained strong and united, nothing could stop them. The fallen became legends, and their cause, more alive than ever moved forward with strength. They fought for a better future, a world forged by people like them, where freedom and safety would stand as the legacy of their struggle.

 Chapter 28: The Storm That Approaches

    "Urgent Report!"

    The sound of knuckles banging against the door resonated with relentless urgency. From the other side, the voice of the patriarch''s secretary carried an unusual weight, a barely concealed edge of fear.

    "Come in."

    Xuan Fei didn''t hesitate to give the order.

    The door swung open. Xuan Liang, his secretary, entered with a tense expression, and behind him, Xuan Tao, the leader of the Xuan family''s cultivators.

    Both bowed deeply.

    "Greetings, Patriarch."

    But Xuan Fei had already noticed something. Something he didn''t like at all.

    Xuan Liang, always impeccable in his bearing, seemed unsettled. A faint sweat beaded on his forehead. However, it was Xuan Tao who truly alarmed him.

    Something had happened.

    "Speak."

    Xuan Tao closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and with a trembling voice, dropped the first bomb:

    "Patriarch, it''s a disaster... We encountered an enemy group. All the others are dead."

    The air in the room grew thick, suffocating.

    Xuan Fei leaned on his elbows and interlaced his fingers.

    "Explain."

    Xuan Tao swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

    "We were exploring the area. We found no traces, so we decided to extend the search. That''s when we saw them."

    His voice took on a dull tone, as if reliving that moment drained his energy.

    "A group of mortals dressed in gray. At first, we didn''t pay them much attention. They were just mortals, nothing more. We only wanted to interrogate them... but then..."

    He stopped. His hands were trembling. His lips pressed tightly together.

    Xuan Fei stared at him intently.

    "Continue."

    Xuan Tao took a trembling breath and clenched his fists.

    "They didn''t seem afraid. They showed no submission, no respect. They just said we had to leave. That we were in a ''restricted zone.''"

    The patriarch frowned.

    "Restricted zone?"

    Xuan Tao nodded slowly.

    "We tried to demand an explanation, but they didn''t say anything more. Xuan Rong... couldn''t stand and attacked."

    A cold silence settled in.

    "The moment he moved... one of them raised a black tube."

    Xuan Tao swallowed with difficulty.

    "There was no Qi buildup. No energy fluctuations. Nothing."

    Xuan Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

    "Only... a thunder."

    Xuan Tao''s voice cracked.

    "A dry explosion. A roar."

    He squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to push the image from his mind.

    "Xuan Rong stopped dead in his tracks. A trace of blood spurted from his chest. Then... he fell."

    Absolute silence.

    Xuan Fei remained motionless.

    "Did he die on the spot?"

    Xuan Tao nodded, his gaze distant.

    "There was no battle. No duel. Just... thunder and death."

    The patriarch felt a cold pressure on his chest.

    Xuan Liang swallowed hard.

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    Xuan Tao continued, his voice barely a whisper.

    "We attacked. We raised our defenses, reinforced our bodies with Qi... but it was useless."

    Xuan Fei narrowed his eyes.

    "What do you mean ''useless''?"

    Xuan Tao looked at him with desperation.

    "It didn¡¯t matter how much we reinforced our defenses¡­ Patriarch, those things¡­ those weapons¡­ they can pierce us!"

    The air seemed to freeze.

    Xuan Liang turned pale.

    "How is that possible...?"

    Xuan Tao shook his head, the shadow of fear still on his face.

    "Our techniques barely withstood one or two hits before collapsing. We tried dodging with our movement techniques, but... they were too fast!"

    His breathing quickened.

    "There¡¯s no aura. No Qi we can sense. We can¡¯t even anticipate their attacks!"

    Xuan Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

    "How many were they?"

    Xuan Tao exhaled slowly and shook his head.

    "No more than twenty."

    Xuan Liang gasped.

    "Twenty mortals? And still...?"

    Xuan Tao nodded.

    "In minutes, I was left alone."

    His voice sounded hollow. Like someone who still couldn¡¯t process the horror they had lived through.

    "Every time one of ours tried to attack, they fell before even taking three steps. No matter how fast we moved, their attacks were instantaneous. They massacred us like we were mere prey."

    The silence became unbearable.

    Xuan Fei fixed his gaze on Xuan Tao.

    "How did you escape?"

    Xuan Tao let out a bitter laugh.

    "My defensive treasure barely withstood a few more hits¡­ and I ran. I ran into the forest. I used everything I had. And I lost them."

    The room fell into absolute silence.

    Xuan Fei closed his eyes for a moment, trying to process the words he had just heard. His men, cultivators with years of combat experience, had fallen.

    A sound. A flash. And blood staining the earth.

    Xuan Fei felt a chill run down his back. It wasn¡¯t just simple worry or uncertainty, but a deeper, more instinctive feeling. As if a storm was brewing on the horizon, one that threatened to sweep away everything he knew.

    It was an omen.

    An omen that something big was about to happen¡­

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    Days passed quickly, and the underground workshop was taking shape. Although the basic structure was already built, Ethan knew that the real challenge was just beginning. To produce the weapons he had in mind, he needed reliable mechanical energy, and his focus was on the water wheel.

    The underground river had a constant flow, but it wasn¡¯t especially fast or turbulent. This meant that a water current wheel, instead of a drop wheel, was the best option. Ethan decided to build a wooden paddle wheel reinforced with metal, about 4 meters in diameter, to capture the energy of the moving water.

    For installation, a small dam and a diversion channel were first dug to redirect part of the flow towards the wheel without altering the natural course too much. The support structure was made with thick wooden beams and metal reinforcements to ensure stability and strength. The wheel itself had treated wooden paddles coated with a thin layer of metal to improve durability.

    The next step was energy transmission. For this, Ethan designed a system of gears and belts that would transfer the rotation of the wheel to a central axle. A large gear made of wood and metal was fixed to the wheel''s axle, coupled with a series of smaller gears that increased the rotational speed and directed it towards a secondary axle. This axle would be responsible for powering the workshop¡¯s machinery.

    With the water wheel in operation, the next challenge was to build and connect the machinery needed to produce the Mauser rifles. For this, Ethan needed precise tools capable of working steel with the required accuracy.

    The lathe was crucial for manufacturing the barrels and other cylindrical parts of the rifle. Using the rotary motion generated by the water wheel, Ethan designed a lathe that allowed a steel bar to be fixed and shaped with interchangeable cutting tools. This lathe would also be useful for making adjustment parts, such as screws and bolts.

    The rifling machine was one of the most crucial pieces in the process, as it allowed the rifling to be created inside the barrel, giving the projectile a spinning motion and improving its accuracy. For this, he designed a drive mechanism that moved a cutting tool through the interior of the barrel while applying constant pressure. This process had to be meticulous and required several passes to achieve a uniform finish.

    To drill precise holes and machine parts such as the bolt and the mechanism box, Ethan designed bench drills powered by belts connected to his hydraulic system. In addition, he built a rudimentary milling machine that allowed him to cut and shape more complex pieces.

    Once all the machines were operational, Ethan began producing the first parts. He focused on manufacturing the barrels with the necessary quality, ensuring that the rifling was uniform and the alignment was perfect. At the same time, he made the bolts and other moving parts, adjusting each component until achieving a functional assembly.

    The first tests revealed some inconveniences: the lathe didn¡¯t have enough stability to work with precision on harder metals, and the rifling machine needed a better lubrication system to prevent premature wear on the cutting tool. Ethan solved these issues by reinforcing the lathe¡¯s structure with more metal supports and adding an automatic lubrication system to the rifling machine.

    With the adjustments made, the workshop began producing Mauser rifles consistently. Although industrial volumes were still not reached, production was progressing quickly.

    Days continued as the underground workshop took shape. The Hu brothers and Shen Bao brought more people with them. This new workforce allowed the workshop to grow faster.

    The cave, once empty and dark, now resonated with the constant noise of hammers, saws, and the buzzing of the few rudimentary machines that Ethan had managed to create. The activity was relentless, and although the workshop was becoming a production center, the challenge Ethan faced was even greater: manufacturing suitable ammunition for the weapons he had created.

    The production of bullets required not only precision but also a considerable amount of manual labor, as resources and technology were limited.

    The first step in ammunition production was creating the capsules for the primers. For this, Ethan built a hydraulic press powered by the water wheel he had installed earlier, taking advantage of the underground river¡¯s flow to generate the necessary pressure.

    Once the capsules were made, the next step was creating the projectiles. For this, Ethan designed a process that depended on manual lathes, operated by workers to shape the projectile tips. The workers used files and manual cutting tools to perfect each bullet.

    Then, the gunpowder had to be placed into the capsules. Although he didn¡¯t have advanced machinery for this process, Ethan devised a rudimentary manual feeding system. The workers used a metering device, a precise tool to pour the gunpowder into each capsule. Carefully, they used spoons and funnels to avoid spills or mistakes. They knew that the slightest negligence could result in defective ammunition, so they followed strict procedures to ensure uniformity in each capsule.

    In the end, the bullets were stored on shelves and in boxes, ready to be distributed and used.

 Chapter 29: The Mauser Trials

    The underground workshop of Omega Zero had changed radically in the past few weeks. The constant sound of hammers, saws, and the vibrations of machines had become a daily routine. The first Mauser parts, now forged from a new alloy of black iron and steel, were already finished, and Ethan couldn¡¯t be prouder of the progress.

    This new black steel, a refined fusion of high-carbon steel and the mysterious black iron, offered exceptional durability and heat resistance. Unlike conventional steel, it was significantly harder while maintaining a level of flexibility that prevented brittleness. The barrels, reinforced with this alloy, reduced wear and improved ballistic performance, allowing for more consistent accuracy over prolonged use. Even after intense firing sequences, the metal barely showed signs of stress.

    Despite the difficulties, the rifles had been successfully manufactured, adjusted, and improved after each failed test. Now, they were ready to be put to the test.

    Ethan ensured that the ammunition was as reliable as possible. Although it had not yet reached industrial standards, its quality was beyond question. There was no room for error. Every soldier knew that their survival depended on the weapons they now held.

    Beside him, Zhao Ren had called everyone to test the new weapon: the Mauser 98, a rifle designed to be lethal in the right hands. Zhao Ren had insisted that they should test it in the field in front of everyone as soon as possible.

    Ethan headed to the shooting range. As he walked, he heard the crunch of leaves beneath his feet and the sound of heavy footsteps beside him. It was Eclipse, his wolf, walking next to him, always alert.

    The wolf had grown immensely since Ethan had rescued him from the market cages. In the days that followed, Ethan had trained him during every free moment, using modern military tactics adapted to the animal¡¯s instincts. Eclipse was not only his trusted companion but also a valuable asset for future missions. He had learned basic commands such as "sit," "stay," "attack," and "return," and his sharpness and ferocity increased over time. The bond between them was strong, and Eclipse had proven to be much more than just a war dog.

    "Ready, Eclipse?" Ethan asked as he stroked the wolf''s head. Eclipse responded with a soft bark, showing his excitement.

    The Vesper Special Forces team was gathered at the field, eagerly awaiting the first round of tests with the Mauser Ethan had designed.

    Currently, their numbers had increased slightly, but they still did not exceed 200 members. Ethan¡¯s idea was to create a lethal group that stood out from the rest.

    Despite the crowd of armed and trained soldiers, all eyes were fixed on Ethan. His skill and past achievements had earned him deep respect within Astralis. The Vespers knew that Ethan was not only their leader but also the mastermind behind the development of the most advanced weapons¡ªand most importantly, a brilliant strategist on the battlefield. His analytical mind, combined with exceptional skill, had granted him a position of authority that went beyond mere hierarchy.

    Zhao Ren watched closely as Ethan prepared. The Mauser rifle rested in his hands, adjusted and ready. Ethan needed no instructions or reminders about the tests. He was a man of action¡ªconfident and precise.

    "We''ll start the test at 50 meters. Aim for the center of the target," Zhao Ren said, addressing the soldiers in a firm voice.

    The others quickly lined up, but it was evident that everyone expected to see Ethan in action first. No one questioned his ability, much less his judgment regarding the Mauser. Although the rifle had already been tested in the workshop, the real test would be its performance in the field, where conditions were unpredictable.

    Ethan positioned himself carefully, raising the Mauser with one hand. The rifle seemed like an extension of himself. Every movement he made was precise and calculated. With a quick glance at the target, he prepared to fire. There was no hesitation. His breathing was deep, his body completely relaxed, as if everything was under his control.

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    The soldiers watched in silence, some even holding their breath. When Ethan aimed, the world around him seemed to fade away. Only he, the rifle, and the target existed. In the blink of an eye, the shot was fired. A resounding bang echoed in the air, and the bullet struck the exact center of the target with deadly precision.

    Ethan repeated the action over and over, each shot more accurate than the last. The other soldiers, though competent in their own skills, couldn''t help but watch Ethan with respect and a silent sense of admiration. Every time the Mauser fired, the result was the same¡ªa perfect shot, a bullet embedded in the center of the target.

    "This rifle has unwavering accuracy," one of the soldiers said, looking at the impact of the last bullet.

    Ethan nodded, securing the rifle in position, his gaze fixed on the targets.

    The Vespers, accustomed to following orders and maintaining discipline in every mission, now better understood why Ethan was not only the leader in manufacturing but also on the testing grounds. His skill with the Mauser was merely a reflection of his technical and tactical knowledge¡ªa man who could understand the theory and put it into practice with unparalleled performance.

    Zhao Ren stepped forward, observing Ethan¡¯s last shot, which had pierced the center of the target with such precision that even the wind seemed to pause for a moment.

    The Mauser was just the beginning. But for now, he enjoyed the approval of the Vespers, knowing the rifle was ready to be used in real missions.

    As the group continued with the tests, the respect for Ethan became increasingly evident. As the sun began to set and the shadows of the clearing stretched longer, the Vespers withdrew, grateful for the Mauser¡¯s outstanding performance and the display of skill Ethan had shown. For all of them, it was clear that he was not just the inventor behind the technology, but also the man who knew how to use it better than anyone else.

    As the last of the Vespers finished their test shots with the Mauser, Ethan stood observing their progress. Some adapted quickly, adjusting their stance and grip with each shot, while others struggled slightly, unused to the rifle¡¯s weight and precision. He took note of their reactions, already considering ways to refine both the weapon and the training process.

    ¡°Titan,¡± Ethan called, addressing Zhao Ren. ¡°We need to start working on tactical drills. Marksmanship alone won¡¯t be enough.¡±

    Zhao Ren nodded. ¡°We should integrate movement-based shooting and target transitions.¡±

    Ethan turned back to the soldiers. ¡°Alright, enough with static shooting. We¡¯re moving to live drills.¡± His voice was calm but commanding, and the Vespers immediately straightened, awaiting orders.

    They moved to a secondary range where wooden dummies, some reinforced with straw and crude armor, had been arranged at various distances. Ethan had designed the course to simulate battlefield conditions¡ªirregular terrain, shifting targets, and environmental distractions.

    ¡°I want two-man fire teams. One provides cover, the other advances. Communicate. Reload efficiently. If you hesitate, you die.¡± His gaze swept across them. ¡°Understood?¡±

    A chorus of affirmations followed, and the first team stepped forward. Zhao Ren observed alongside Ethan, his arms crossed. ¡°Some of them are too reliant on single-shot accuracy,¡± he murmured. ¡°That¡¯s good for precision, but in a fight, they need to react faster.¡±

    Ethan agreed. ¡°We¡¯ll push them past their comfort zone. Today¡¯s a test run. Tomorrow, we increase the difficulty.¡±

    As the drills commenced, the crack of gunfire filled the air. The first team hesitated slightly in their movement but quickly adjusted. One soldier suppressed the targets ahead while his partner advanced, ducking behind cover before taking his own shots. Ethan nodded approvingly. It wasn¡¯t perfect, but they were learning.

    Eclipse sat beside him, ears perked, tail flicking slightly as he watched the action with keen interest. The wolf had already begun to associate gunfire with action, his instincts sharpened from training. Ethan absentmindedly ran a hand through his fur. ¡°We¡¯ll need to start integrating animal tactics soon,¡± he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

    They continued the exercises for another hour, adjusting tactics and correcting mistakes. By the time they wrapped up, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the training field. The soldiers were exhausted but invigorated, their confidence in the Mauser growing with each successful maneuver.

    After dismissing the teams, Ethan walked toward the lab, Zhao Ren falling into step beside him. ¡°The rifles performed well,¡± Zhao Ren commented. ¡°No malfunctions, good stability.¡±

    Ethan nodded. ¡°We still need to refine the ammunition. I want better consistency before we scale production.¡±

    As they reached the lab, a young soldier approached hesitantly. ¡°Sir, if I may ask¡­ will we be developing pistols as well?¡±

    Ethan studied him for a moment. It was a valid question. Rifles were excellent for engagements at range, but close-quarters combat would require something else. ¡°Eventually,¡± he admitted. ¡°But for now, focus on mastering the rifle.¡±

    As they entered, Eclipse padded in behind them, settling into his usual spot near Ethan¡¯s workbench. Zhao Ren watched as Ethan retrieved his notes, already sketching ideas for refinements. The war had not yet begun in full force, but Astralis was preparing.

    And when the time came, they would be ready.

 Chapter 30: Rivers of Chaos and Chance

    The afternoon sun filtered gently through the narrow window, tinting the edges of the black desk where Ethan reviewed his notes with a golden hue. The light illuminated the corners of the open notebook, filled with detailed records about the performance of the new Mauser 98. He was still not satisfied. There were improvements to be made: adjustments to the bolt, slight deviations in the grouping of shots... but it was a promising start.

    A sharp knock on the door broke his thoughts.

    "Come in," he said without lifting his gaze.

    The door opened gently. Shen Bao crossed the threshold first, followed by the Hu brothers. The former maintained his usual stoic expression, though this time a slight smile curved his face.

    "Report, master. We¡¯ve returned with satisfactory results," announced Shen Bao, his tone unusually light.

    Ethan raised his gaze and adjusted his glasses with a finger, observing them closely.

    "Tell me."

    "We recruited a new batch. Some skilled artisans, a couple of young people with physical potential... and even a runaway blacksmith."

    "A blacksmith?" Ethan repeated, genuinely interested.

    Although the machinery in his workshops already allowed for the manufacturing of parts with millimeter precision, the experience of a traditional blacksmith could be invaluable. Such an artisan, with knowledge of manual forging, could serve as a guide for apprentices and offer insights impossible to replicate with formulas. Machines obeyed... but metals spoke in the heat of the fire, and some knew how to listen to them.

    "Correct. After our investigation, he seems to come from a large city in the central area. He was involved in a conflict with a family of cultivators... and barely escaped."

    Ethan frowned. A blacksmith was a strategic asset, yes... but also a risk. If someone had pursued him there, he could jeopardize the entire operation. Having a sharp tool was useful... but not if it was still dripping blood.

    "What exactly happened?" he asked, his tone measured.

    "His name is Yuan Kai. His family was once a minor cultivator clan. His grandfather forged spiritual tools, but the line ended when his father and he were born without talent for cultivation. When his grandfather died, certain families wanted to take his inheritance."

    Shen Bao paused briefly.

    "He lost his workshop. He fled with what he could carry... blueprints, ancient techniques, and his own hammer. He¡¯s been hiding ever since."

    Ethan fell silent for a moment, calculating.

    A blacksmith without a clan, with lost knowledge and no attachment to the orthodox cultivation... sounded like a piece that fit perfectly into the Astralis puzzle.

    "Bring him here. I want to speak with him personally."

    Soon after, Shen Bao returned with a sturdy man, of average height, short beard, and dark, sunken eyes from fatigue.

    He wore a worn tunic that, though still retaining some dignity, reflected the long months of uncertainty he had lived. He was about twenty-five years old, but his face, marked by struggle, looked much older.

    "This is Yuan Kai, master," announced Shen Bao, stepping aside with the Hu brothers, who remained silently watching from the door.

    The man, with a slight bow, stepped forward and, with a deep and controlled voice, said:

    "Thank you for having me, sir."

    "You may sit," Ethan indicated, nodding and pointing to a chair in front of the desk.

    Yuan Kai obeyed with an almost mechanical motion, his eyes nervously scanning the room. He was observing, perhaps for the first time in a long time, a space filled with possibilities. There was something in the air of this office that made him feel out of place, as if his weary being was about to change course.

    At first, Ethan said nothing. He watched as the young man settled, sensing the palpable tension in his posture. Shen Bao and the Hu brothers remained silent, waiting.

    "Tell me about your experience," Ethan finally said, tapping his fingers on the wooden desk, his voice calm but firm, seeking something in the way he would respond.

    Yuan Kai, after a moment of hesitation, nodded, lowering his gaze slightly before speaking.

    "My name is Yuan Kai. My grandfather taught me to forge from the age of six," he began, his voice low but firm. "Although I had no talent for cultivation, I strived to learn all the techniques he showed me."

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    He paused, looking at his hands, those that knew the burn of the fire and the weight of the hammer, but not the power of Qi. "I learned the art of forging, which was more than a craft to me. It was a way to honor his legacy, to continue his work."

    "But I couldn''t. I had no ability. I couldn¡¯t..." Yuan Kai hesitated, gritting his teeth as he seemed to search for the right words to continue.

    "When my grandfather died, other families wanted to take his inheritance, his workshop. They... they wanted his forging secrets. My father and I fought to keep it, but in the end, we had to flee." His voice broke for a moment before continuing, with the pain of fresh memories in his words. "I wandered for months, aimless, until I arrived here."

    Ethan watched him in silence. He did not see surrender or defeat in Yuan Kai, but an inner fire, an unwavering desire to move forward despite the adversity. Something that, to Ethan, was as valuable as any magical skill or arcane knowledge. Yuan Kai, though broken, was still standing.

    Ethan noticed how Yuan Kai took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for what he was about to say next. His hands tightened on his knees, and for a brief moment, tension filled the air.

    "That night, when Master Orion approached me, I understood," he continued, lifting his gaze for the first time with a spark in his eyes. "I had always felt inferior because I had no spiritual roots, no Qi power."

    Yuan Kai stopped, clenching his teeth tightly, and for a moment, a sigh of frustration escaped his chest. Ethan didn''t interrupt. He knew the young man was releasing years of weight.

    "But I saw something. I saw with my own eyes what Master Orion did with his hands. I saw how he wielded a musket... a marvelous weapon, capable of piercing armor, without the need for Qi," he said, now with an emotional tone. "What he did didn''t depend on what was born inside him. It depended on what he could build with his hands. That¡¯s what he showed me."

    Ethan nodded slowly, recognizing the passion in Yuan Kai''s words. A man who had lived his entire life in the shadow of cultivators, convinced that only they could change the world, had now seen something different. Something that, despite his scarce spiritual talent, he could achieve.

    "That thing you saw, Yuan Kai," said Ethan, rising slowly from his seat, "is just the beginning. The future is not written only for those who master Qi. There is another way. One that we, the mortals, are beginning to walk."

    With a calm that only he possessed, Ethan walked towards a table at the back of the office. There, on a black cloth, rested a dark rifle. Carefully, he lifted it and carried it to the table where Yuan Kai could see it more closely.

    "This rifle," said Ethan as he placed it before him, "is what mortals are capable of when we use our intelligence and our hands, not our internal energy." The Mauser 98 gleamed under the dim light of the office. Its barrel was long and solid, its wooden stock perfectly carved. The bolt system, precise and simple, invited curiosity.

    "This rifle is more than just a firearm," Ethan continued, touching each part of the rifle with almost ceremonial reverence. "It is a war machine. And more importantly, it doesn''t depend on the strength of Qi. It depends on what we can do with our hands, our technology, and our knowledge."

    Yuan Kai watched in silence, his gaze fixed on the rifle. His face reflected astonishment, but also something more. Something he had lost for a long time: hope.

    "Your skill as a blacksmith is no less important than any cultivator''s. You, like me, can forge a future without depending on what fate gives us. What we do, what we create, is what truly matters," said Ethan, with a renewed firmness in his voice.

    With a slight smile, Ethan stepped away from the desk and approached the window. "Orion, take him to the field. Teach all the new ones what we are capable of. Show that technology can be more powerful."

    Shen Bao nodded respectfully and left, followed by the Hu brothers, heading to the shooting range. The heavy door of the office closed softly, leaving Ethan alone, lost in his thoughts.

    He stood there, looking out the window, the sun tinting the sky with orange and golden hues. The warm rays caressed the room, but inside, Ethan felt the weight of the next steps. The foundation of Astralis was taking shape, yes, but the stages ahead required a more meticulous, more calculated approach.

    Development, control, expansion...

    The machinery had already begun to move, but there was still much to be done before his organization could be a true force in this world of cultivators and sects.

    The first item on the agenda was securing control of the black iron mine. That material was more than crucial. Not only for improving the rifles, but also for the future of his army.

    The second was expansion. He needed to recruit a considerable force, an army capable of facing any adversity. In this world, where sects, families, and trade groups fought for control of territories, the appearance of an organization like his wouldn¡¯t raise much suspicion. However, as Astralis¡¯s forces grew, it would be impossible to avoid the attention of the powerful. He had to ensure that expansion was rapid, efficient, and didn¡¯t attract too much attention from competitors.

    Ethan pulled out a letter from his chest, one that Zhao Ren had delivered after speaking with the merchants passing through the territory.

    War in the east was imminent. The Yun Dynasty and its neighbor, the Hailong Dynasty, had been in constant border disputes. However, the real trigger for this conflict seemed to be the discovery of a large spiritual stone mine on the border between both countries.

    Both dynasties claimed sovereignty over that territory, and the sects on both sides were already aligning. For the sects, the sovereignty of an area was as important as their own existence. If something happened to the sovereignty of the dynasty, they would be affected in both power and resources.

    The sects would be willing to do anything to gain control of such a valuable mine. The conflict was already underway, and Astralis had to take advantage of the chaos that was coming.

    The more waves there were in the ocean, the easier it was to sail unnoticed.

    The conflict between the Yun Dynasty and the Hailong Dynasty was going to unleash such chaos that it would be the perfect time for Astralis to grow without attracting the attention of the large sects. While everyone was busy fighting for their own interests, he could advance in the shadows, consolidating his power without being discovered. This was his opportunity to develop the necessary forces, to strengthen his base, and prepare an army that could counter any future attack.

 Chapter 31: New Armor

    The days passed quickly, and the next task on Ethan''s agenda was to secure the black iron mine. But before that, there was a matter of vital importance he had to address: the Vesper armor. After the last encounter with the cultivators, it became clear that even the toughest steel couldn''t stop the impact of their attacks. The energy generated by a cultivator, a kind of kinetic force powered by their Qi, was capable of denting steel and crushing the internal organs of a human being.

    Ethan had summoned Yuan Kai to help him. After all, he was an experienced blacksmith, and although his knowledge didn''t focus on high-tech materials, his forging skills could be key in this task.

    "What do you think?" said Ethan, watching Yuan Kai analyze the piece of black steel in front of him.

    "This material is incredible," Yuan Kai replied, his voice tinged with awe.

    "Much stronger and more durable than black iron. It''s ideal for making armor and swords."

    Ethan nodded, listening carefully.

    "Black iron has the property of absorbing spiritual energy. Many use it in armor or defensive treasures because it absorbs impacts better. But this... this material goes beyond that," Yuan Kai explained, studying the surface of the metal in more detail.

    Ethan frowned, thinking about the possibilities. "Could we develop a scale or plate armor with this?"

    "We could," Yuan Kai continued without losing focus. "The plates of this material could disperse the impact energy, absorbing part of the damage. If we reinforce it properly, even the strongest blows from cultivators could be significantly reduced."

    Ethan thought for a moment, an idea forming in his mind. He was thinking of a bulletproof vest, but with the enemies they were facing, that approach wouldn''t be enough. They needed something different.

    Ethan smiled slightly. "Something that not only protects but also allows us to carry more gear or ammunition without sacrificing mobility. Something flexible, that gives us freedom to act, but offers protection against direct attacks."

    Yuan Kai thought for a moment, his mind analyzing the concept. "So, a lighter and more adaptable armor?"

    Ethan nodded, the idea becoming clearer. "Use something modular, so each part of the armor can distribute the impact without overloading the wearer. And if we can add some kind of compartment to carry more resources, like ammunition or tools, even better."

    "Ah... I see," Yuan Kai said with a slight smile. "It would be armor that not only protects but also becomes part of the battle gear. That would give us an advantage."

    "That''s what I want," Ethan responded firmly. "A solution that combines the best of technology and human flexibility. We need the Vesper to be able to move agilely, but without sacrificing protection or resources."

    Yuan Kai nodded, the spark of excitement in his eyes.

    Ethan looked around, his mind already focused on the next steps. "Alright. Let''s begin the design."

    The workshop filled with a renewed sense of determination.

    The basic structure of the armor would be made up of interconnected plates, crafted from black steel. However, the plates wouldn''t be continuous or rigid like those of medieval armor; rather, each section would be modular and flexible, allowing the Vesper to move with agility.

    The most crucial part was the torso. The chest and back would be protected by a layer of movable black steel plates, arranged in a staggered fashion, like the scales of a dragon. These plates would allow them to bend as the user moved their arms or torso, maintaining excellent mobility.

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    The plates overlapped to provide a dense layer of protection against blades and blows.

    The arms would be protected by modular gauntlets made of plates. These pieces would be lightweight.

    The legs would have similar protection to the arms, the design of these pieces ensuring mobility, allowing for jumps, runs, and quick movements.

    The head would be protected by a black steel helmet, designed with a detachable visor. The helmet would have an aerodynamic shape, ensuring minimal restriction of vision.

    Foot protection was equally important, especially considering that battles wouldn''t always take place on solid ground.

    The black steel boots would be reinforced at the heels and toes, with an outer layer, allowing excellent traction on any surface, from slippery stones to sandy terrain.

    Ethan had considered the need for the Vesper to carry more ammunition, and the solution was to integrate a belt system that could be adjusted to the lower torso or thighs.

    This system would allow for the storage of additional cartridges for the Mauser Kar 98.

    Each section of the armor was designed not only to protect but also to be efficient in the battlefield, maximizing the use of resources and the agility of its wearers.

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    Ethan observed the armor with satisfaction. The sight of the finally finished piece before him gave him a sense of accomplishment, though he knew this was only the first step. The mix of materials and design he had managed to implement took the best of both worlds: flexibility, mobility, advanced protection.

    It was a completely different design from any conventional armor. Instead of the rigidity of medieval armors, the movable plates provided optimal coverage without sacrificing agility.

    "Ye Han, come here. Try this on," Ethan said, pointing to the armor on a work table.

    Ye Han, the most experienced Vesper in the unit, nodded and approached the set. He put it on easily, moving with agility as he adjusted the straps and modular plates. When he put on the helmet, he grimaced and, with his voice somewhat muffled by the inside of the protection, commented:

    "It¡¯s... comfortable, but... the helmet feels strange."

    "I know. A closed helmet isn''t the most comfortable option, but it provides the most protection right now. Although, you''re right. It''s something we need to work on."

    Ye Han nodded.

    They both headed to the training field, where Shen Bao was observing the activity.

    "Let¡¯s see how it performs," Ethan said, looking at Ye Han. "Do what you do best."

    Ye Han nodded, eager to test the armor in action. He started with a series of jumps. His body moved quickly, his agility intact. He jumped forward, then backward. The metal of the plates moved with his body, flexing and adapting without restricting his ability to move.

    "This is great," Ye Han said, smiling as he moved. "It¡¯s not that heavy."

    Then he started running at full speed. The armor adjusted perfectly with every stride. There was no friction or discomfort, just a natural fit that complemented the pace of his run. He felt lighter than he had imagined.

    Despite being covered from head to toe, the freedom of movement was not compromised.

    Shen Bao, watching from afar, raised an eyebrow with satisfaction.

    "How¡¯s it feel?" Ethan asked, watching every movement closely.

    "Good," Ye Han replied, stopping momentarily. "The weight is light, and the flexibility is surprising."

    Ethan smiled slightly. This was a success. He knew there was still room for improvement, but for now, the armor exceeded expectations.

    Ye Han continued with more tests, firing the Mauser Kar 98 with impressive ease. The armor¡¯s structure did not interfere with his aim.

    When the test was over, Ye Han removed the armor.

    Ethan turned to Shen Bao. "Get ready for the next step. We''re going to secure the black iron mine."

    Shen Bao nodded without hesitation, his face filled with determination. "So, when do we leave?"

    Ethan looked toward the horizon, where the mountains stood majestic and silent, a reminder of the dangers lurking beyond the safety of Omega Zero.

    "As soon as we have the first batch of armors ready," he replied firmly.

    There was no time to waste. The mine was a crucial resource.

    With those words, the group dispersed, each member focused on their tasks as the hours passed. Meanwhile, Ethan stayed a few moments longer, gazing at the mountains, preparing his mind for what was to come.

    The next chapter of his mission was about to begin, and it wouldn''t be easy. But he was ready to face whatever awaited him.

    NOTE: Chapters 30 and 31 should have been released yesterday, I thought I had scheduled them. My apologies to everyone (£ß|£þ|¡ð).