"Wow, he screamed really loudly."
As Little Cow and Horse sped away in a mad dash, Ji Jue couldn't help looking back with a sigh. Little An, sitting in the back seat, nodded admiringly. "He really has a great voice."
Sitting in the back, he was examining the iron plates previously stored in Little Cow and Horse's hidden compartment, only to discover that not only his own plates, but even the gun and bullets Ji Jue had put in there earlier seemed completely renewed.
The faint Supreme Goodness Emblem flickered in the dim light. Their materials, strength, and physical properties had all been enhanced by Embers and blessed by the Waste Ruins.
Furnace really was Furnace. They had merely made one trip through his furnace—since they were already there, he had casually worked on them as a favor—and this batch of weapons had already come close to alchemical weapons. Their stability and durability had improved by more than a little, and all their durability had been fully restored!
That level of mastery over the fundamentals alone was already a hundred times beyond Ji Jue!
"Ah, what a pity." Little An sighed in disappointment. "If I'd known, I would've put Dark Star in too."
Dark Star was the weapon he kept hidden in his sleeve. Unlike the other iron plates, it was around twenty centimeters long, translucent and murky in color, its material impossible to identify. Faint blood vessels seemed to drift within it, yet when Little An held it, it possessed none of steel's hardness or resilience. If anything, it was unbelievably soft.
Ji Jue had never even touched it. It wasn't because Little An was stingy, but because that seemingly ordinary edge could effortlessly slice synthetic steel into fragments. If Ji Jue happened to pinch it and wave it