The Day Dusk Fell, 169 (4)

"Speaking of which, Guiming, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Bei Chonggui Ming and his group left the library chatting and laughing, a female student suddenly spoke up.

"Excessive?" Bei Chonggui Ming was taken aback. "Is it?"

"I also think Ariel is right—no matter what, we are women of Interstellar Civilization, and it's really tasteless to say things that mock our appearance."

Another stylish girl tossed her hair and said, "I don't know how your planet's culture mocks men, after all, there are cultural differences. But on our planet, we don't look down on people who work and study hard."

"What a joke! That guy is a backward, primitive, and terrifying monster. Armored Species shouldn't exist. He should have been drowned in a hospital toilet at birth!" Bei Chonggui Ming said disgustedly.

"But he has more Credits than you, better grades than you, and he's a member of the Alchemy Club."

"It was said innocently by a girl."

"Gui Ming, although we did those things to cooperate with you, please don't do it again in the future," a girl with cat ears complained. "We Meowlu Race are very weak, and we need to protect them where we're from. What you just did was quite despicable to me..."

"Huh? But I'm the victim here! That man chased me all the way all the way to college—"

Bei Chonggui Ming that he stomped his feet.

"... You can only fool strangers with that kind of talk."

A blue-skinned girl shrugged:

"If someone is really pursuing you, why do you only hang out with men every day?"

"You—" Bei Chonggui Ming blushed, "What right do you have to speak up for men?"

Several female students looked at each other and said:

"We don't understand why you have such malice towards men, especially fellow countrymen?"

"We're only cooperating with you because of our friendship."

"If you attack others, saying they discriminate based on appearance, race, or gender, then what's the difference between you and those who discriminate against you?"

Bei Chonggui Ming blushed with embarrassment after being rebuked. She didn't know what to say. These girls all came from well-off families, and she had put in a lot of effort to fit into this circle.

"I..."

Before she could finish speaking, a passerby suddenly walked towards her and bumped into her.

"Ouch!"

Bei Chonggui Ming stumbled, nearly falling, then immediately turned and cursed:

"Fuck you! Aren't you watching where you're going?!"

The passerby stood there, stunned.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me? You hit someone and you don't even know how to apologize?"

Bei Chonggui Ming cursed loudly, pointing at the other person's trembling back, and sneered, "Oh? Scared? Starting to chicken out?"

The woman next to her couldn't stand it anymore; such a personality was simply too awful, so she stepped forward and pulled her away.

"Alright, Guiming, that's enough."

How could Bei Chonggui Ming stop? She had just been betrayed by her friends and didn't dare to vent her anger on them, and now this clueless guy had come along.

She stormed forward, grabbed the other person by the collar, but it felt like she was grabbing an iron tower. She snapped, "Hey, you motherfucker, didn't you hear me? Turn around and look properly, and hurry up and say it—"

She pulled hard, and the other person's unmoving body instantly turned around.

Then, she looked up and immediately met a pair of red and black eyes.

"--apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, the other person's eyes split open instantly, flesh and lens ruptured, a slight sonic boom sounded, and two nerve tendrils shot out, piercing the corners of her eyes.

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"Hey Lao Lu, what is this thing?"

Hobbes stepped forward, but having not studied alchemy, he couldn't figure it out.

Lucite gently twisted the knob, infusing it with magic power, and explained, "As you know, under normal circumstances, unless a spell with visible light effects is released, the magic power of each Spellcasters does not show any color, right?"

Hobbes rolled his eyes:

"That's obvious. Who would want to create a bunch of sound and light effects when casting magic? Wouldn't that just make you a target for someone to yell 'I'm here! I'm here! Hit me!'?"

"See, your understanding is too narrow. As long as something exists, it must conform to the rules. As long as something is made through a strict process, it must have some use."

Lucite chuckled as he lifted the sphere up:

"I recently spoke with some students who were participating in military training, and they all complained about one problem: on the battlefield, the difficulty in distinguishing friend from foe makes it easy to bomb friendly forces."

"Bombing friendly forces? Isn't that common? What war doesn't involve friendly fire?"

Hobbes shrugged:

"Our Magic Civilization is already considered good, as we generally have Mental Power nodes—look at those technological civilizations, even if they are connected to the network, they can still be mistakenly bombed when they can't distinguish the ground signal."

"Large-scale bombing can be avoided, but what about individual combat, especially urban warfare?"

Lucite lifted the sphere, then took out a pair of glasses and hung them on Hobbes' nose.

Hobbes straightened his glasses and focused his eyes. He immediately noticed that a striking blue magical outline suddenly burst forth from Lucite's body.

Even across the table, he could clearly see the figure of the man.

"Eh..." Hobbes exclaimed in surprise, "This thing seems to actually work."

"Even with the reliance on space vehicles, modern warfare still inevitably involves attacks on buildings, fortresses, and bunkers. And as long as the fighting takes place in a confined space, there will inevitably be chaotic situations where it is impossible to distinguish friend from foe."

Lucite explained earnestly, "The ' Magic Color-Coding Ball ' that I invented only requires a small amount of magic to be injected into it. Through a special eyepiece, it can reveal the outline of a person. Not only that, I have set up a network interface, which will also analyze similar magic and display the trajectory of the magic. It is easy to find soldiers who have gone missing on the battlefield, especially when fighting against technological civilizations. They will not be able to crack our methods."

"This thing is very useful!"

Upon hearing this, Hobbes immediately became respectful:

"Lucite, you're a genius. This kind of thing can not only be used on the battlefield, but think about it. When earthquakes, floods and other disasters occur, countless people go missing. If rescue teams can use this, they can quickly identify the missing persons."

Crunch, crunch—

The man in the baseball cap and mask who was reading nearby suddenly trembled. Lucite and Hobbes glanced at him but didn't pay any attention and continued their heated discussion.

"And human trafficking."

Lucite said, "Human trafficking and the slave trade are common even in interstellar space. In fact, the advent of the Interstellar Era has only fueled the rampant human trafficking. If these technologies were available... they could help families who have lost their children reunite with their loved ones."

"This is truly a wonderful thing. Other things can be faked, but magic cannot."

Hobbes was very shrewd:

"What are your plans? This thing has a lot of potential for commercialization. Whether we hand it over to workshop mentors and seek cooperative production, or start our own business, it's all very promising—maybe we can even open up the interstellar market and make Ammonium Gold!"

Thud! The book fell to the ground, and the man in the baseball cap suddenly lowered his head, his body stiffening on the spot. His body twitched, and reddish-black markings appeared on his skin, which was not covered by his clothes. The fabric at his elbows bulged slightly, as if something sharp was growing out of them.

The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't care at all about what was happening outside.

"Oh, I plan to give it to Lioz."

Lucite casually remarked:

"If Lioz hadn't given me the Alchemy Club's invitation card back then, I wouldn't have had the chance to create this thing."

"I understand."

Hobbes frowned. "But Lucite, your family situation isn't very good either—"

"It's okay, I actually plan to continue my research."

Lucite, unimpressed, excitedly picked up the eyepiece and began to explain:

"Of course, I'm not stupid. Although I will give the technology and patent of the Magic Color-Coding Ball to Lioz, the eyepiece is also my invention. We can continue to work together to make money!"

"Eyepiece? Indeed, if these two items are sold separately and patent fees are charged for each, and they must be used together, then sales will be guaranteed..."

Is Lucite truly a genius? He may be quite honest, but his IQ is certainly not low.

Hobbes stroked his chin:

"Speaking of which, you haven't explained what this eyepiece is for yet."

"To be honest, I feel that it will be even more powerful than the Magic Color-Coding Ball. I've added several features to it at this stage."

Lucite put on the goggles, and the alchemical device immediately adjusted itself to fit his head shape, which was quite different from that of humans. Then, the goggles glowed slightly, and the magic inside surged and rippled. "The goggles can now scan targets, identify their information, link the perspectives of multiple people and the results of reconnaissance, and arrive at the answer through multiple comparisons and analyses by the magic brain. Moreover, I've made it learn a lot of information about military equipment and the races of humanoid targets. For example, right now, I'm looking at the man next to me reading a book—"

He excitedly turned his head to look to the side, but his vision through the goggles suddenly went black.

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

Lucite was surprised.

"Old Lu!" Hobbes shouted.

Then, a line of information clearly popped up on the eyepiece: [Target: Muzzle of the bio-weapon ' Blood Pressure Condensation Cannon '] [Caliber Analysis: 20mm] [Power: 95000 Joules/shot] Guji.

The sound of flesh writhing rapidly rang out, and the blood congealed and was ejected quickly under high pressure.

Bang! Hobbes's head was instantly struck by a burst of high-pressure blood, and the red mist exploded.

Splat—

Red blood splattered on Hobbes ' face. He squinted instinctively, the stench of blood filling the air, making it hard for him to breathe.

Steam rose in wisps.

His eyes were stained with blood, and he could only make out the attacker's appearance through the gaps: the attacker slowly pulled off his tattered clothes to reveal his muscular physique, and the bio-material armor rose and fell evenly with his breathing.

The mask and baseball cap had fallen to the ground, and its face split open from the middle, blooming to both sides like flower petals, revealing dense, lamprey-like teeth. A long, terrifying tongue emerged from it, and the tip of the tongue rapidly mutated, growing into an eyeball with a red base and a black pupil.

Hobbes only made eye contact with that eye for a moment, and the eye instantly transformed, displaying a magnificent cyan-blue hue that bloomed in the depths of its eye.

It resembles a bright, waning moon.

"Oh, White Candle Star!"

A voice rang out over Trivella. At the same time, a large number of passersby who had flooded into the campus suddenly burst into action, revealing the true form of the Implant Equipment Vanguard. Their arms transformed into armored guns that compressed blood, which they aimed at the passersby and students and pulled the built-in muscle triggers.

Guji guji guji guji!

Crimson bullets sprayed wildly across the campus, instantly slaughtering countless students who were still enjoying the peaceful campus life. There was no time to cast spells, no alarms were sounded, and everyone was precisely killed by the Implant Equipment Vanguard in an instant.

"Hehehehehehe————"

Terror sound gave way to shrill laughter:

"The long-absent waning moon has risen once again!"