Goblin Technology Blueprints

"Is there a city ruin ahead?"

"Yes, the initial estimate is the size of a large town. But our arrival has also attracted a large number of Skeleton Monster. However, it's not a big problem; we haven't encountered any particularly troublesome ones yet. Captain Rhine and General Baron are clearing things out, and the battle should be over soon."

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After reporting back, the assassin went back to the battle.

Having a complete city means having a complete civilization, and perhaps there are other gains as well.

Upon hearing this news, Tuster couldn't wait to rush forward. "Haha, I knew it! Ancient goblins like to live in mines! With so many skeletons underground, they can't all be miners; there must be cities there. Now that we've discovered cities, there must be large smelters and forging plants somewhere!"

He looked impatient and said as he walked, "Rein, I'm going to help out first, you guys take your time!"

Upon hearing this, all the combat personnel went to join the battle.

Inside the mine, only Rein and Ymir remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

They smiled at each other and walked toward the direction from which the commotion came.

After walking about several dozen meters, the view suddenly opened up.

The mage's "illumination spell" lit up the entire underground city.

This is a massive underground city, roughly a hundred meters high. The buildings are constructed against the rock walls, clusters of mushroom-shaped houses somewhat resembling medieval European castles from Rein's previous life. All the buildings are made of stacked stone, with small domes and cross-shaped windows. Due to the passage of time, some structures have collapsed, leaving behind strong traces of the erosion of time. Yet, one can still imagine that countless years ago, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of goblins thrived here, a scene of great prosperity.

When Rein and his men arrived, the battle was raging.

Old Master Tuster eagerly joined the battle. His Six-Armed Mech, like a bulldozer, charged headlong into the horde of skeletons. Each of the six Mechanical Arm wielded a sword and shield, wielding them like a relentless windmill, reaping swathes of the already small and fragile skeletons.

This is a one-sided battle.

These goblins were far too weak in combat compared to the previous armored skeletons. Their attack methods were also very limited; they simply surrounded the goblins with shields and some short weapons.

They posed almost no threat to this group of fifth-tier Transcendent.

Ymir didn't even need to lift a finger; Tuster and his group of High-tier Extraordinary had already utterly routed those little skeletons.

The crisp, pleasant sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the underground space.

Clearly, this city didn't have any of the "legendary" Skeleton Monster from before, or even a single Skeleton Monster with normal fifth-tier strength. Everyone was completely relaxed, cutting through monsters with ease.

Emerging from the mine and finally able to stand upright, Rein felt incredibly relieved and let out a long breath.

Ymir: "Rein, let's go down and take a look."

The mine they were in was built into the rock wall, with steps carved directly into the rock beneath their feet. Part of it had collapsed, making it look somewhat dilapidated.

The two had walked a few steps when they discovered several broken pottery jars on the steps. The cracks were fresh, suggesting that they had probably been kicked and broken by someone who had passed by earlier.

Upon closer inspection, there were probably dozens of tiny, gleaming gold coins inside, about the size of a fingernail.

Rein picked up a coin and examined it closely. It had a clear image of a creature with a large head and pointed ears printed on it. He exclaimed softly, "Oh, so this is what a 'goblin' looks like."

A skeleton is one thing, but what it actually looks like is another. Before, when he looked at that large head and skeleton, Rein had pictured an alien in his mind. Now it seems there's a slight difference.

Ymir glanced at it, not too surprised. "About what I expected."

Rein and Ymir also went down to help clean up the battlefield. These high-ranking but weak skeletons could be easily destroyed, even by Rein, as long as they avoided the shield.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and the number of Skeleton Monster emerging from the interconnected mine shafts gradually decreased.

In the plaza of the city ruins, the bones were piled up like mountains, probably numbering in the tens of thousands.

Lord Tuster's mech alone probably wiped out 80% of this kind of human wave tactic, making it the best slaughterhouse for the Mechanic's mech.

"Haha, these goblins are practically equipped with shields! There must be thousands of them."

"There are also quite a few well-forged weapons, though they are rather small."

"Everyone, search the nearby mine shafts again; there should still be ore warehouses and steelmaking furnaces."

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With no further threats within the city, Captain Rhine and General Baron, along with their high-ranking warriors, each led a small team into the interconnected mines that led to the city, intending to explore other areas.

Old Master Tuster stepped out of the cockpit of the Six-Armed Mech. He ignored the shields buried among the skeletons, since they were already his.

He strode into the goblin town and disappeared into a low-roofed goblin hut, seemingly oblivious to the two men Rein and his companion, standing not far away.

Rein was used to Tuster's "abnormal" state.

A master-level mechanic, it's his old problem.

When they encounter a thought that captivates them, they can instantly forget about the people around them.

Bazel had long since disappeared after seeing Rein and Ymir together. Ymir's bodyguards, being quite tactful, refrained from becoming a third wheel.

Upon closer inspection, only Rein and his companion remained, all alone.

He glanced at the Princess beside him and suggested, "Let's go see this ruin."

Ymir smiled and nodded.

The buildings in this Goblin City are all small, but not all of them are.

There are still some large, special rooms such as prayer rooms, workshops, warehouses, and Alchemy Laboratory.

Mr. Tuster was quite discerning; he went straight into a "workshop" that looked quite large.

But not long after they went inside, a heart-wrenching scream was heard, "Ah!"

Upon hearing this, Rein's expression changed drastically, thinking the old man was in some danger. No sooner had he spoken than he and Ymir rushed forward like lightning.

Upon closer inspection, they found Tuster holding a blueprint in his hand, his face showing a look of utter despair.

This is a workshop that resembles a mechanical laboratory, with oddly shaped lamps overhead. The workbench is filled with all sorts of mechanical tools. The surrounding walls are covered with many compartments of various sizes, containing materials, small mechanical parts, animal hide scrolls, and books.

On the workbench, there were some unfolded parchment scrolls and a half-finished machine.

It looks like a mechanical Iron Boots?

The moment Rein and his companion entered the room, they noticed the visibly changing color of the parchment rolls. No, everything around them was changing. It slowly turned from brown to black, and it looked like it wouldn't be long before it turned to ash and decayed.

Old Master Tuster looked heartbroken and said, "Oh, I shouldn't have opened this door! Damn it, these blueprints are too old; they can't withstand any damage."

But this is also a "Schrödinger's scroll"—without opening this door, you'll never know what's inside.

The decay is now irreversible, and nothing more can be done about it.

Moreover, it was a very detailed blueprint, covered with various geometric shapes and annotations, densely packed. It decayed so quickly that there was no time to memorize or copy it.

As Rein glanced around, the Mind Core automatically issued a notification.

[Ding! Unknown 'Engineering Blueprints' detected. System is automatically scanning and recording.]

"The Goblin Civilization is the founder of 'alchemy' and 'engineering,' they are truly great inventors! Damn it, what an incredibly stupid thing I did."

The old man blamed himself as he scanned the scroll with sharp eyes, trying to memorize some of the contents of the drawings.

But these blueprints are just too complicated!

Too much complex and precise data, too many unfamiliar "goblin script" explanations—it was simply impossible to memorize them all.

"Oh God, this feels terrible! The great 'God of Steam' gave me a chance to witness the Mechanical Truth, and I let it slip away."

Watching such precious ancient Goblin Technology Blueprints decay before his eyes, Tuster felt his heart bleeding and wailed in despair.

Just when he thought he was about to miss out on the "treasures" left behind by the Goblin Civilization, he suddenly heard someone speak.

"Grandpa Tuster, I have Eidetic Memory. If you unfold these blueprints in front of me, I can memorize them after seeing them, and perhaps I can copy them down from memory when I get back."

Turning around, they saw Rein and his companion enter the room.

"Real?"

Tuster asked instinctively, as if grasping at the last straw, his gaze momentarily frozen.

Rein nodded. "Yes."

Upon hearing the response, Tuster was overjoyed.

He didn't have time to consider whether what he said made sense, but his hands moved even faster as he quickly spread out the blueprints and showed them to Rein. The eight Mechanical Arm on his back then helped him pick up the animal hide scroll blueprints from the table and unfolded them in front of Rein.

As soon as the blueprints were unfolded, Tuster breathed a sigh of relief, but the glimmer of expectation that had just flashed across his face instantly faded.

Although he had heard of some Transcendent individuals possessing the ability to "Eidetic Memory," that was only for simple texts. It certainly didn't include these extremely precise goblin Engineering Blueprints!

"I hope that kid Rein remembers more than this old man."

Tuster thought dejectedly.

The Mechanical Arm helped unroll a roll of animal hide design drawings, and the old man moved closer so that Rein could see it more clearly.

But Rein said no!

"Understood, Grandpa Tuster, move on to the next one!"

There was no time to hold back now, because the decay was accelerating. Rein spoke rapidly, "Grandpa Tuster, you can go faster! I can remember it. Any slower and the blueprints will rot away!"

You really remembered it?

Tuster looked astonished, a sense of disbelief flashing through his mind.

He even wondered how Rein could have memorized it if his eyes weren't even focused on the blueprint.

But at this moment, the urgent situation left him no time to think about this problem.

The old man's face twitched as he looked at the table full of rotten and blackened blueprints. Without saying another word, he had eight Mechanical Arm and two hands working simultaneously to unfold the blueprints.

Rein's gaze swept across the scroll very quickly; as soon as it was unfurled, he glanced at it and immediately spoke.

"Got it, next one!"

"Next one!"

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Even if Tuster had ten hands, he would be overwhelmed by this efficiency.

Seeing this, Ymir didn't say anything, but silently came over to help. She helped move the scrolls, books, and everything with written records from further away in the room. She also took out the items from the storage cabinets and treasure chests and handed them to Tuster's ten arms.

Tuster multitask, spreading out his ten arms wildly.

And Rein was like a human camera, his eyes flashing as he scanned the various drawings one by one.

"Unfold it to change to the next one!"

"I'll remember this! Quick, it's rotting."

"Yes! Large drawings and loose scrolls will be given priority."

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Mr. Tuster spread out the blueprints at a speed that was dazzling.

The three people in the room didn't utter a single unnecessary word; they were all incredibly busy. The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages turning.

After a few minutes of this busy work, all the rolls in the room had finally turned as black as charcoal, and with a light touch, they turned into ashes.

In the end, a small pile of scrolls disappeared completely before they could be read.

However, Rein already had hundreds of design drawings stored in his mind. Although he couldn't understand the engineering drawings, the "Mind Core" could roughly figure out the function of those strange mechanical shapes.

[Blueprints for Iron Boots with a rocket mounted], [Blueprints for a mechanical belt with a booster function], [A strange device that appears to be Teleporter], [Goblin Grenade], [Blueprints for what appears to be Communication Device].

Exquisite design drawings and outlandish goblin inventions. The gates to a new world have opened—this is true cutting-edge technology from the mythical civilization era!

Despite the fact that this world civilization has existed for hundreds of millions of years, it has experienced periods of discontinuity time and time again.

Civilizations also repeatedly go through the process of germination, rise, peak, and decline.

Many technologies today are not necessarily more advanced than those of ancient civilizations. Moreover, they are like different branches on a technology tree, each branch pointing in a different direction.

Just like the "Steam Machinery" that people on this Ice Ridge Wasteland rely on for survival, it is still a remnant technology from a certain period of civilization that was lost in archaeology. It took thousands of years for it to develop to its current state.

Who knows how many lost and extinct cutting-edge technologies were hidden in those goblin blueprints!

"Call"

Rein's mind raced through the blueprints, and he let out a long breath, taking a long time to calm himself down.

Tuster looked at the several rolls of completely decayed blueprints in his hands and sighed.

Then, a final glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes as he looked up and asked expectantly, "Rein, how much do you remember?"

Rein pretended to ponder for a moment, then said, "About 80 or 90 percent."

He dared not speak too definitively, for fear of being seen as a monster.

Upon hearing this, Tuster didn't care how he had memorized it; instead, his eyes lit up with joy as he confirmed, "Eighty or ninety percent?!"

He originally thought that he would be lucky to get 10% after reading so quickly, but he was surprised to find that he had gotten 80% or 90%!

Rein nodded, not wanting to extinguish the old man's hope, and added, "Hmm! My memory is still pretty good. After we get out, I can copy it and reconstruct most of the design drawings."

"Real?!"

Tuster suddenly realized something and said, "No wonder Ilubeck said you could recite the 'Basic Encyclopedia of Pharmacy' backwards. It was true! Oh my god, the 'God of Steam' has blessed you with such a magical memory ability."

The Basic Encyclopedia of Pharmacy?

Hearing this, even Ymir showed a hint of surprise. She remembered seeing it in the Royal Library, a stack of dry medical books taller than herself.

But then, thinking of the feat of Rein translating the "Dark Faction Common Tongue" on the Airship Wreckage in just one afternoon, he suddenly became less surprised.

Having salvaged a room full of blueprints before they decayed, the three of them seemed to have just won a fierce battle, and their expressions relaxed.

Seeing the expressions on Rein and his companion's faces, Old Master Tuster assumed they were unaware of the significance of these blueprints and explained, "You may not know this, but the earliest records of gunpowder, firearms, and cannons we use today actually date back to the Ancient Goblin Civilization! They were the truly great inventors."

"That's right!"

At this point, he suddenly remembered something, looked at Rein, and asked urgently, "Among those blueprints, I think I also saw a design for a cannon. Rein, did you write it down?"

"I've written it down."

Rein nodded, and a blueprint appeared in his retina.

It was a cannon, covered with intricate magical runes.

"Oh! That would be wonderful if you could remember!"

Tuster looked as if he had struck gold, and excitedly said, "Do you remember the damaged Magic-Powered Cannon we saw on the Airship Wreckage? Legend has it that those things were created by goblin engineers! That blueprint from before was very likely the design for an ancient 'Magic-Powered Cannon'!"

Upon hearing Ymir, Ymir's expression hardened. He then realized that the significance of those blueprints was probably beyond his imagination.

Upon hearing Tuster's words, she instinctively turned her gaze to Rein, her expression conveying a powerful message: You must remember this.

Seeing the two of them looking at him with strange, expectant eyes, Rein's eyelid twitched, and he replied, "I happen to remember that picture quite clearly."

They didn't talk much, but then Tuster suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered something. "Rein, can you remember even more?"

Rein guessed why the old man was asking this, and said, "Sure. My memory is still pretty good."

"Come with me!"

Tuster didn't care about anything else and pulled him towards the door. "We have to hurry, we need to get into the city now. Even if the gates aren't open, everything here is decaying faster. If we're any later, those 'treasures' might all have rotted away. Goblins are all born 'engineers,' and there must be even more intricate blueprints in these houses."

"Oh! I almost forgot, they are also the origin civilization of 'alchemy'! They must have many Ancient Alchemy traditions passed down through generations."

"Oh my god, I'm so excited I can hardly breathe!"

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