In a vast, blazing-red hall hundreds of meters across, orange-red molten iron poured from furnaces like waterfalls. The sounds of forging rang out from time to time before the enormous forging platform that extended deep underground.
"I heard everything from that guy who only knows how to wander around sightseeing."
"You used it to completely unleash that power before, didn't you?"
Hearing Tian Gong's deep, weighty voice behind him, Fang Ran looked at the heavily damaged Fate, whose original form was barely discernible, and nodded in confirmation.
"Yeah. Although it only lasted a few seconds, I really did feel the load disappear."
"Hmph. With that reckless method of yours, like a child dreaming, getting even a few seconds was already a theoretically perfect outcome with less than a one-in-a-thousand chance of happening."
The Suspension Device beside him projected the scene of Fate's birth in the Simulation Scenario. As a mentor who had witnessed the entire process and developed countless technological creations,
no one understood better than Schmidt just how bizarre a thing Fang Ran had accomplished.
"Don't be so dissatisfied. You should be grateful that you managed to seize that nearly negligible possibility."
"Ahahaha..."
Hearing his mentor still speak so mercilessly, unable to explain the wonder of that Meow Ball, Fang Ran scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly.
Only then did he realize that, while he had not been paying attention for a moment,
that thing had vanished who knew where.
"Though the process was crude to the extreme, with countless interferences, uncertainties, unstable factors, and so on, since it succeeded, there's nothing more to say."
Exceptionally pragmatic about results in a place like this, Schmidt raised a hand and drew up a new projection interface. He looked at the data extracted and analyzed from the wreckage—
all kinds of information