3D Printer

The 3D Printer's instructions clearly stated that any material could be fed into it. As long as it was an object with mass, it could be converted into something else. Chen Feng did not know the exact principle behind it, but it saved him a great deal of trouble.

Only a few minutes passed before the printer let out a ding.

"It finished printing that quickly?"

As he spoke, Chen Feng opened the printer and took out the item. The moment he held Bao'er Jie in his hand, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"This is way too outrageous."

Before him, Bao'er Jie seemed to have come back to life. Whether it was the details of her face, the depiction of her clothes, or even the patterns on the sweet potato, everything made it feel like a real object rather than a figurine model.

"My God, if this were posted on Bilibili, it'd probably get over a billion views."

Though Chen Feng joked about it, he instinctively realized the enormous value of this 3D Printer.

Besides figurines, could it make other things just as exquisitely?

Chen Feng immediately found an image of a ballpoint pen online.

He connected his phone to the machine and sent the image over, then began the 3D printing process.

Another dozen or so minutes passed, and a lifelike ballpoint pen appeared before him. Chen Feng looked at it and tried writing with it. To his shock, it had even printed the ink.

The significance represented by a tiny ballpoint pen could not be compared to Bao'er Jie's model. Producing a ballpoint pen required all kinds of precision machinery.

If this 3D Printer could print something like that, then it meant it could print even more precise components, perhaps even things usable in the military industry.

Once he understood its value clearly, he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of crisis.

"This thing is too terrifying. No, I need to restrict its functions."

So he followed the manual's instructions and restricted its functions. A few minutes later, he was done.

"Now this thing can only print figurines. I'll use figurines to earn my first pot of gold. That counts as completing the mission, right? But System, exactly how much do I need to earn for this first pot of gold mission?"

Mission objective: 1,000,000.

Hearing that target nearly made Chen Feng lose his breath. As a student whose parents were both wage earners, one million was an astronomical figure to him.

But when he turned to look at the 3D Printer, he felt that it was not entirely impossible. That Bao'er Jie model alone could be resold for several thousand yuan.

Surely some die-hard fans would never pass up something so detailed. He could even print a classic figurine of Bao'er Jie carrying an umbrella.

He could even set his sights on certain hardcore shut-ins and print some special things for them.

At that thought, a trace of drool appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, but he quickly came back to his senses.

"Alright, System, I'll complete the mission. Don't worry, I definitely won't let our Han Chinese down."

Good luck. This mission has no time limit. The system will appear again once it is completed.

After saying that, Chen Feng felt as though his mind had lost contact with the system. No matter how he called for it, it never appeared again, which left him a little disappointed.

But soon, he began humming a tune. With this 3D model printer, if he printed eighty or a hundred models a day and resold them, he would become a millionaire in no time.

However, after looking into it online, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He realized that he had inadvertently infringed on copyrights. These character designs were all copyrighted. Whether it was secondary creations or anything else, as long as they were used for commercial purposes, permission from the copyright holder was required. Otherwise, it was illegal.

His heart sank halfway. If he could not sell figurines, then what could he do? Could he create something himself and put it online for sale?

But the audience for that would definitely be very small, leaving him somewhat at a loss. Then he reconsidered. Those who possessed technology were always in an advantageous position, so he decided to try contacting Bao'er Jie's official company.

As for unlocking all the 3D Printer's functions to make an artificial heart or some other organ, he had no such thoughts for now.

If he really did that, someone would soon dig up his secrets. People feared fame just as pigs feared growing fat. He was afraid the system would be exposed, so he could not draw attention to himself yet.

Once he had built his own business and technological empire with the system's help, he would have a Trump Card. At that point, it would not matter what he revealed.

With that in mind, he sent an email, filmed a video of the Bao'er Jie model, and sent it to Bao'er Jie's official company.

After finishing that, he began studying other things, such as the ring's various functions and the model's different capabilities.

In the blink of an eye, the afternoon passed. By evening, his roommates gradually returned.

Chen Feng's roommates included a fat guy named Zhao Zhipeng, as well as Li Zhengyang and Sun Deming.

Li Zhengyang was a local. He usually dressed flamboyantly and looked like a carefree playboy, but he was extremely loyal at heart.

Sun Deming was from a neighboring city. Unlike Li Zhengyang, he was usually timid and submissive, looking very weak. But only his roommates knew that Sun Deming was ruthless.

Once, their dorm had clashed with some people from outside society. Sun Deming stepped forward alone and beat them all away.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing? Don't tell me you've been sitting here all day?"

The fat guy came over to Chen Feng.

"Yeah. Last night's alcohol still hasn't worn off. My head is still throbbing."

"Your alcohol tolerance is way too pathetic. Look at us, we're completely fine."

"How could I compare to you guys? I've never drunk alcohol since I was little."

"You don't drink, and you don't smoke. Is there even any fun in your life?"

"My fun is playing games. But now, I've got other interests too."

After joking around with the fat guy and the others for a while, Chen Feng noticed that Li Zhengyang looked worried and found it rather strange.

"What's wrong, Li Zhengyang? Did something happen?"

Li Zhengyang sighed, then said to Chen Feng.

"Isn't it because of the Robot Competition? Our Robot Club has been working on a robot for a long time, but just when it was nearly finished, we found that there were several parts we couldn't make. What are we supposed to do?"