Playing God
Led by three people who were unclear whether they were secretaries, bodyguards, or both, Feng Xue, carrying the Yan-Victorian Dictionary in one hand and word cards in the other, entered a spacious room with the sound of her 25,000-carat black gold anklet scraping against the ground. She looked less like a prisoner and more like a saint about to preach to her followers.
This place is somewhat similar to a prison visiting area, but much larger. The entire room is divided into two parts by a transparent panel of unknown material, but nearly ten centimeters thick. The not-so-bright-looking boss I saw yesterday, and the Wheelchair man who appeared to have been tortured in Infinite City, are chatting on the other side of the transparent panel. Beside them stand five or six bodyguards armed with guns.
"They're quite cautious," Feng Xue thought to herself, taking a step towards the two. However, when she was less than five meters away from the transparent wall, she was stopped by a hand, followed by a series of incoherent words.
However, judging from the situation, it's clear that he can't go any further.
At the same time, Jeston also took out his phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then a stiff male voice came from the speakers in the four corners of the room—
"Dear Mr. Han Meimei, I hope you can keep your promise; this is related to your life."
"Life? What do you mean? Is it the fault of machine translation?" Feng Xue almost thought she had revealed her thoughts, but then she realized that this was probably the trouble caused by machine translation. However, considering her current situation, it seemed that she didn't need to be too accurate.
"Yes," Feng Xue responded, then took out her vocabulary cards and showed the bodyguard who had stopped her yesterday the words she had copied down.
"What does it say?" Seeing this, Jeston really wanted to go over and take a closer look, but considering the potential danger the other party might pose, he chose to stay where he was and asked the bodyguard.
"Boss, these sheets of paper have 'ritual,' 'materials,' 'venue,' and 'probability' written on them."
As the bodyguard read out the corresponding words one by one, Jeston nodded and said:
"I've prepared what you requested yesterday. This place is spacious enough for you to do it here. As for the success rate, I've prepared plenty of materials; you can try until you succeed."
The phone faithfully translated his call into Chinese Language. At the same time, the man next to him took out a box from the corner, inside which were the materials that Feng Xue had copied for Jeston yesterday using the Yan-Victorian Dictionary.
Seeing Feng Xue start squatting in front of the box fiddling with it, Fran frowned and immediately said:
"My friend, I must warn you, if he possesses a power similar to magic and can draw a lethal magic circle, we'll all be in trouble."
"If he really knew magic, how could we have captured him? Besides, this is high-strength resin that can withstand an RPG shot. I guarantee that if he attacks us, he'll be the first one blown away!"
Jeston confidently knocked on the transparent wall. Although he wasn't particularly talented, he still valued his safety.
Seeing that Jeston was still obstinate, Fran stopped talking and just stared intently at Feng Xue with his remaining eye, as if cursing him to fail in his performance.
Feng Xue didn't care about anything else at the moment; she was just checking the contents of the box.
Several bags of blood, probably from the hospital's blood bank, some mercury sulfide—the main component of cinnabar—as well as things like calligraphy brushes, and some minerals used as a base material.
Confirming that he had everything he had written down yesterday, Feng Xue relaxed a bit. His biggest worry wasn't that he hadn't collected everything, but that the other party had deliberately added some "fakes" to the materials. If he succeeded, the fakeness of the ceremony would be exposed, putting him in a disadvantageous position.
However, it seems the other party was clearly unaware of that; everything was legitimate, and the bags of blood even had hospital Tag on them. Judging from the temperature, they were probably just taken out of the cold storage not long ago.
"Now it's time to show off your acting skills." Feng Xue took a deep breath, tore open the blood bag, poured the scarlet liquid with the smell of rust into a bowl, then took some cinnabar and threw it in. While stirring, she muttered incantations, as if she were chanting a spell.
With a brush dipped in blood, Feng Xue slowly drew on the white porcelain floor, creating a standard prototype. Then, Feng Xue filled in the corresponding positions with a beautiful six-pointed star, runes of unknown meaning, and symbols representing the sun and moon.
Feng Xue didn't ask for any auxiliary drawing tools, because that would make him seem unprofessional. Only by demonstrating a skillful, expert approach, like a master butcher carving up an ox, could he make people feel that he did this in his daily work.
As for how he can ensure he doesn't overdo things?
Although the Tag of Infinite City were sealed, the knowledge and skills he learned from those Tag did not become rusty. His hands, which had dissected a large number of corpses, were steady and precise enough. Furthermore, the Tag provided by Chen Xiyao gave him the design skills for plating and carving.
Yes, although the magic circle she drew was bloody, Feng Xue used the plating skills of a chef.
The whole process lasted about half an hour before Feng Xue finally managed to draw the magic circle, which was less than a meter in diameter.
At this point, his wrists were red and swollen, and his ankles were starting to bleed.
However, now was not the time to dwell on these discomforts. Feng Xue took a deep breath, took out a piece of iron ore from the box, and placed it in the center of the array diagram. While pretending to chant the so-called incantation, she secretly opened the Golden Finger panel and aimed the Reforge crosshair at the ore...
Feng Xue's actions were actually quite tedious, but this did not dampen Jeston's spirits. Even though Fran was constantly pessimistic, he didn't care at all.
In his eyes, the aesthetically pleasing crimson array was like a giant Money Printer; no matter how tedious the manufacturing process was, it was perfect!
"It's here! It's here!" Jeston became excited as he watched Feng Xue finally place the iron ore in the center of the magic circle. His eyes were filled with anticipation. Fran, however, said nothing more. He had already said a lot in the previous half hour. Now, all he had to do was watch the demon fail!
Although he was just an ordinary person before entering that damned place, he had done a lot of research on these demons over the years, fueled by Jeston's funding and driven by hatred. Therefore, he was quite certain that even if a method for creating Magical Item really existed, it would never be made from a bunch of materials from the Real World!
After all, how could these extremely ordinary materials possibly transform into a magical material that is virtually indestructible and contains no known elements?