Crimson Machine's mechanical backbone was the most heavily mechanized member of the Crimson Machine battle group aside from Oil-Guy.
He had already completed the implantation of a basic neural interface. His right arm, from shoulder joint to fingertips, was entirely mechanical, its silver-gray metal casing reflecting a cold gleam in the sunlight. He was currently considering modifying his left arm.
Even more conspicuous was the half-human-height toolbox backpack on his back, stuffed with all sorts of homemade tools.
"Is there a way?" Wang Zhong asked.
"Easy."
Super God Mechanic's mechanical fingers flexed nimbly, and a small scanner extended from his palm. He aimed it toward Mine No. 1 and scanned for several seconds. "The boulder structure is unstable. There are cracks inside."
"A directional blast can open a passage without triggering a secondary collapse."
"What materials do you need?"
"Black powder, potassium nitrate, sulfur, charcoal. The store sells all of them. They're cheap."
"Give me some metal containers for the casing too."
Super God Mechanic calculated the figures. "The total cost won't exceed 500 coins. I can make a directional blasting device equivalent to 300 kilograms of TNT."
Wang Zhong nodded. "Approved."
"How long?"
"Twenty minutes to prepare, ten minutes to install, three minutes to evacuate, and then—"
Super God Mechanic's mechanical hand formed a silent bang. "My... art is an explosion!"
Wang Zhong patted his mechanical right arm.
"Get moving, Deidara!"
Twenty minutes later.
All the players had retreated to a safe distance at the edge of the mine pit.
Super God Mechanic stood alone thirty meters in front of Mine No. 1, his mechanical right hand holding a long, thin fuse. To save Imperial Coins, he had not even bought an electronic detonator, using the most primitive gunpowder fuse instead.
"Lighting it up! Embrace the terror of the