Shen Le: So I Need to Be the Main Damage Dealer and Buy Little Oil Lamp Time? (Bonus chapter 1 for a 10,000-point tip)

Shen Le jolted at his shout. His hand trembled, and the fireball he had just begun forming dissipated in midair with a soft puff.

He knew perfectly well how powerful his own Fireball Spell was! It could melt metal—a single fireball had melted two stacked plates of bulletproof armor clean through!

If that hit something critical—the steam turbine, or a pipe near it—and punched a hole in the pipe, steam at 550 degrees would blast straight out. Shen Le had once heard Xiang Yang describe an accident at a power plant years ago, where a steam pipe had ruptured and released a jet of superheated steam.

The plant director, Party secretary, or chief engineer—whichever it was—had happened to be standing right in front of the rupture. Afterward, they could not even find his body. Only a human-shaped mark on the wall proved that someone had once stood there...

And what if it hit something other than the steam turbine? What if it punched a hole in the hot-salt tank or the cold-salt tank?

The molten salt in the hot-salt tank was at 565 degrees. Even the salt in the cold-salt tank was at 290 degrees!

This concentrated solar power plant contained a full thirty thousand tons of high-temperature molten salt! It did not even have to spill out completely. Even a tiny fraction spilling out...

That would be a catastrophe! Anyone it struck would die, and even a glancing splash could kill! You would not have to be standing beside it unprotected—even hiding inside a car might not save you...

As for the receiver tower, punching a hole in that would be even more terrifying. A tower 260 meters tall! Filled with molten salt at temperatures starting at 565 degrees!

If that came pouring down from above, Shen Le did