Continuous Sealing Paste Technology

In this other world he'd transmigrated to, Duke didn't know what to call it specifically.

In his predecessor's memories, the Seven Towers Federation was the limit of his knowledge. He didn't even know what the Seven Towers Federation represented, how large it was, or what kind of political system it had.

All he knew was that he lived in Snakehead Town, under Chen Jiao City.

This was also the Black Snake Family's fief. Most of the town's industries belonged to the Black Snake Family, even though the Black Snake Family didn't have many people, and he rarely saw any direct blood relatives.

But he knew one thing: this world possessed extraordinary power.

Mortals who opened either the Qi Sea, Blood Sea, or Spirit Sea could cultivate these extraordinary powers and become a powerful class that stood above ordinary people.

"Opening the Qi Sea and Blood Sea has already failed. There's little chance for a second attempt, so the only hope I can place is in this boundless sea of stars!"

In his dreams, Duke roamed freely.

His eyes were fixed on two balls of dazzling light, one shaped like a mobile phone, the other like a handgun.

"Right before I transmigrated, I was playing with guns at the Falcon Club. I'd just received a client's call when an explosion happened outside... I don't know the specifics, but without a doubt, my mobile phone and handgun transmigrated with me and are hanging in my Spirit Sea, waiting for me to open it." He gazed forward.

The mobile phone-shaped ball of light was composed of complex and dense lines of light. These lines twisted and coiled, seemingly following a pattern, with no two lines intersecting.

No matter how many times he looked, they extended infinitely and independently.

As for the other handgun-shaped ball of light, it was formed by a single, simple line of light, like a circle bent into a coil and stretched into the shape of a handgun.

"These lines of light are energy circuits made of Spirituality—they are the Rings!"

In the Spiritual Arcana system, Rings were the core keys to Spirituality, much like DNA. A complete Ring could unleash extraordinary and incredible power.

A closed energy circuit was a First Ring.

"This handgun is a First Ring. As for the mobile phone, the lines of light are too complex. I can't tell how many closed circuits there are, but there should be many Rings."

Duke tried to reach out and touch them.

But the multi-Ring mobile phone and the First-Ring handgun remained unresponsive. Last night, he had tried everything in his dream but couldn't budge them an inch. "So, only by opening my Spirit Sea can I get my golden finger!"

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The rooster belonging to the next-door neighbor crowed before dawn, waking Duke along with his biological clock. After a quick breakfast, Duke hurried off to work.

His job as an apprentice at the Card Repair Shop was his only source of income.

Until he found another source of income, he couldn't lose the job he relied on to live.

"Before I transmigrated, I was the boss of a small factory, big or small. I never expected to end up working overtime like this after transmigrating..." Sighing at the hardships of life, Duke diligently wiped down the machines.

9:15 AM.

Best, the Card Master, arrived at Little Sam's Card Shop right on time, as usual.

"Coffee, Little Duke!"

"Coming."

"Watch carefully and learn!" After drinking his coffee, Best was in a good mood. Instead of finding an excuse to scold Duke, he invited Duke to learn the art of card repair from him.

As a formal Card Master who had opened his Spirit Sea, Best wasn't afraid of Duke learning the core techniques.

After all, the core techniques of card repair required the support of a Spirit Sea.

"Turn on the sealing machine to preheat. We'll be sealing spirit cards later." Best quickly repaired a not-severely damaged spirit card and motioned for Duke to apply a sealing layer to it.

Spirit cards were delicate items and needed to be protected with a sealing layer.

"Yes, Teacher."

Duke skillfully turned on the machine to preheat, then took the spirit card and placed it inside.

The sealing nozzle buzzed as it sprayed several streams of hot air, followed by transparent sealing paste, which was evenly sprayed onto the surface of the spirit card like glue.

It took five minutes to spray both sides evenly.

Duke operated the machine idly, his mind wandering to how he could make money. Unconsciously, his hand trembled, causing the spirit card to go crooked, and the sealing paste sprayed onto it became uneven.

The sealing paste solidified upon contact with air, making it impossible to smooth out.

"Ah." Duke quickly stopped the sealing machine.

Best turned and saw it, immediately flying into a rage. "Useless! You can't even apply a sealing layer properly, you're completely useless! You're just wasting sealing paste. Get lost, you don't deserve to learn card repair!"

He took the spirit card back with a pained expression, peeled off the botched sealing layer, and personally reapplied it.

In reality, the sealing paste itself wasn't expensive, but it couldn't be exposed to air and needed to be sealed in special boxes. These boxes were disposable and costly.

Best managed to pocket a few sealing boxes from the shop each month by saving on sealing operations. Over time, this added up to an extra two or three silver dragons a month.

When Duke wasted one application, Best naturally had to unleash a torrent of abuse.

Duke displayed the subservient demeanor expected of an apprentice, but his eyes, hidden beneath his lowered gaze, suddenly lit up. He had thought of a way to make money.

In Duke's opinion, the sealing machine was equivalent to a printer.

Although their functions were different, there was a similar principle in terms of ink and sealing paste supply. A printer relied on ink cartridges for ink, while a sealing machine relied on sealing paste boxes for its supply.

The ink cartridges came in disposable and reusable types, and there were even continuous ink supply systems.

However, the sealing boxes for the sealing machine were only disposable. After use, the boxes would mix with air, making them impossible to refill and requiring them to be discarded.

"If I design a continuous sealing paste system for the sealing machine, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune?"

The technical difficulty of a continuous sealing paste system wasn't high. It was simply an idea that no one had discovered before. Fortunately, Duke had some knowledge of printers, which gave him inspiration through comparison.

"If I were to actually make it, I might not be able to create a continuous sealing paste system with my current conditions. But the technical principle is simple and clear, so I should be able to sell it for a good price!"

"So, who should I sell it to?"

From the memories of his previous life, he recalled that the Seven Towers Federation placed great importance on patent rights and on transforming Spiritual Arcana technology from the extraordinary realm into practical societal applications.

"It seems that to register a patent, I'll have to go to the Tower of Erudition in the city."

The Spiritual Arcana system was vast, and the types of Arcane Mages were numerous.

Among them was a class of Arcane Mages called Erudites, who specialized in developing various applications of Spiritual Arcana in society—products like the Spirit Meal Pot and the sealing machine were invented by Erudites.

Similarly.

The Tower of Erudition, established by the Erudites, was responsible for managing all patent affairs in the Seven Towers Federation, and its strictness surpassed that of Earth.

"But here comes the problem."

Duke touched his chin, which was smooth and still without a beard. "As an ordinary person, and only fifteen years old, can I successfully apply for a patent for the continuous sealing paste technology?"

In his memories, his previous self had lived in Snakehead Town his entire life and had never been to Chen Jiao City.

His understanding of the Seven Towers Federation was mostly vague, learned from others. He had no way of knowing how the Seven Towers Federation truly operated or what its social atmosphere was like.

"Even in Snakehead Town, all industries are basically monopolized by the Black Snake Family, and ordinary people have no chance to get involved... The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, is an eternal truth."

"If I rashly go to Chen Jiao City, I probably won't even be able to get through the doors of the Tower of Erudition."

"If I find a scalper to help, will they embezzle my patent?"

Applying for a patent would be a one-time solution, but the benefits were immense, and so were the risks. Especially in this extraordinary world, as an ordinary person, he had no resistance against potential malice.

"I need to be steady!"

After much deliberation, he decided to abandon the patent application route. "All I need right now is twenty-three silver dragons in startup capital. I can give up on other benefits."

Once he figured this out, he felt completely relaxed.

"Since that's the case, I'll go find Old Sam."