Mingde Hall's resources poured in like a mountain flood.
Overnight, Fan Yu's laboratory transformed from a warehouse piled high with parts into the hottest holy ground in all of Mingde Hall!
"Master Fan Yu! Here's the orichalcum you requested—one whole ton! Where would you like it placed?"
"Master! This is the Deep Sea Mithril specially approved by the Hall Master, specifically for energy circuits! Please sign for it!"
"Teacher! More than a dozen eighth-rank Soul Engineers are outside asking to see you. They all say they want to join the project team!"
Fan Yu's laboratory had utterly exploded into chaos.
He was completely submerged in a sea of people and supplies, with dark circles even larger than yesterday beneath his eyes. His face plainly said three words: Who am I? Where am I?
"Stop shouting! Stop shouting!" Fan Yu clutched his already sparse hair, feeling like he was about to yank himself bald. "Put the stuff over there! Yes! Right there! Hey, don't step on my parts! Damn it!"
The entire place was a complete mess.
Yet at the center of this chaos, Huo Yuhao moved like a ghost among the expensive metals and instruments, holding a long list in his hand.
He walked up to the supervisor in charge of material allocation, his expression indifferent.
"Hello. Teacher Fan Yu needs an additional batch of materials. Here's the list. Please arrange the transfer as soon as possible."
The supervisor accepted the thick stack of papers and gave it a glance. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Violet Crystal Marrow? Thirty kilograms? Isn't this used for ninth-rank Soul Tool cores?"
"And Starsteel? You need this much? This is enough to equip an entire royal Soul Engineer regiment!"
"And this... Void Mithril? Th-this is a restricted material! It requires the