A colossal space over forty stories high, with a pure-white alloy framework nearly as tall as a tower, equivalent to three six-story apartment buildings stacked together,
All manner of massive, exquisitely mechanical machinery operated in precise order,
Like a factory that existed in the future.
It was hard to imagine such a magnificent sight, enough to make anyone with megalophobia drop dead on the spot,
Yet the first thing you noticed was still one person within it.
Following Klim into this "laboratory," which somehow felt familiar, Fang Ran looked at the figure before him—the legendary Mentor.
As he thought of all the rumors surrounding the man's achievements and wondered how he would treat them,
He suddenly saw spatial ripples behind Osphia as White Wings unfolded. A faint glimmer flashed for a second across the pure-white A Alloy Technological Framework,
Then vanished again.
He did not know why she had activated White Wings at that moment, but when he saw the dazed look in those azure eyes,
Fang Ran saw the white-haired old man in a monocle holding a screen, examining all of White Wings' operation logs and calculating the resulting data.
In the analytical tone of a researcher, he nodded slightly and muttered to himself,
"Hmm. Synchronization rate: 44.3%. At four-ring amplification, most abilities can resonate. One ability registered at a maximum of seven rings. Psychic energy consumption is under one-tenth..."
Listening to him calmly say a string of things he could not understand at all, Fang Ran finally saw Schmidt scrutinize the report and nod seriously.
"For someone who only became a qualified user less than two years ago, this is considered a decent 'result.'"
"Unlike the other qualified users, who are all A-rank, data from a lower-level subject has significant reference value. It seems choosing you as a