Artifact Repair Shop

Artifacts?

Chen Xuan had heard Amy mention the term last night as well—New Paris City had only become what it was today after the Angel Alliance opened up access to Artifacts. It could be said that humanity owed its comfortable life underground entirely to the technological innovations brought by Artifacts.

But when he tried to ask Amy for more information about Artifacts, she had said she lacked the authority to answer.

He had assumed it was some kind of high-end thing. He had not expected to hear about it in a repair shop.

"Alright... where do I get it rated?"

"I can do that." The man tapped the nameplate on his chest. "My name is Kyle, a Level-Two Operator at Atom and Electron. May I ask your surname, sir?"

"My surname is Chen." Chen Xuan took the damaged Scanner Gun from his pocket and handed it over.

Kyle raised his brow after taking it. "Oh? An antique electrical device from a century ago? This sort of thing should have no practical value anymore, right? Hmm... the casing is shattered. It looks like it was caused by an impact. The internal circuitry stru... hmm?"

His expression suddenly turned serious.

"This is... a mind chip?"

Huh? You're asking me?

Chen Xuan was utterly confused. What was a mind chip? Some kind of wetware that held a brain?

"So, can it be repaired?"

"Where did you get this thing?" Kyle could not help asking.

"It's a family heirloom." Chen Xuan casually made up a lie. "You don't investigate customers' identities before repairs, do you?"

"That won't be necessary... If it were stolen goods, the security system would have gone off the moment you entered." He shook his head. "Honestly, I can't make out its origins myself, so I'll rate it A+. The A-Class