A Profession in My Field

"Heaven cherishes life!" Yin Ming took out a Grain-Repelling Pill, dissolved it in clear water, and poured it down Johnny Green's throat.

The motion could hardly be called gentle!

At least it was not like before, when he had sprinkled Golden Sore Medicine as though salting food, utterly perfunctory, with a complete leave-life-and-death-to-fate attitude.

"After all:

The extraction and utilization of Element Crystals!

Key technical clues for drawing talismans!

And design concepts for extraordinary firearms!

I got all of them by analyzing your equipment. However you look at it, that should cover the cost of a bowl of medicine."

"Thank you!"

Johnny Green mumbled groggily. His body possessed beastly instincts.

It began rapidly absorbing moisture and nutrients, while his heartbeat and breathing gradually weakened, like a hibernating bear deep in slumber.

"Huh! His vital signs have stabilized quite a bit. He probably won't die."

Noticing that Johnny Green was rapidly repairing his injuries through sleep,

Yin Ming began busying himself with his own affairs, setting out to forge an extraordinary firearm.

"As a modern cultivator, it was only reasonable to have a Suffering-Saving Gatling Guardian protecting the Dao, wasn't it?"

First, the blueprints were not a problem!

Before undergoing corpse liberation and ascending, Yin Ming had relied on his powerful spiritual force to memorize an enormous number of modern books.

He had thought they might prove useful in the Immortal Realm someday. Among them were blueprints for classic firearms.

"The materials are a bit of a problem!"

Element Crystals could be extracted from the air.

The main component of smokeless powder was nitrocellulose, synthesized from nitric acid and sulfuric acid. The Scavenger Gourd could easily manufacture those as well.

The only relatively scarce material was the unknown metal, neither quite iron nor not iron, used to make bullets.

Even reforging the flintlock rifle would not provide enough. Once smokeless powder ignited an Element Crystal, the power unleashed would be far too great.

An alloy barrel containing twenty percent unknown metal simply could not withstand it.

"A long gun won't work! I'll make an inconspicuous handgun first."

Yin Ming did not expect firearms to pose a threat to creatures at the Third Ring or above.

Long-range sniping was a joke before powerful spiritual perception. It would be better to appropriately weaken the bullets' power in exchange for a more concealed method of attack.

[Extract!]

Yin Ming headed to another hidden mountain cave.

He first placed the flintlock rifle into the Scavenger Gourd for disassembly.

After extracting the refined unknown metal, the flintlock rifle instantly became riddled with holes, like rotten wood gnawed through by insects.

At the same time, he obtained a metal ingot as black as ink.

[Zero-Ring Wizardry: Crimson Flame Ring.]

His spiritual force traced the spell's energy circuits, igniting a blaze of incomparably scorching crimson flames.

As magical power continued pouring in, the crimson flames gradually rose in temperature.

The black metal began glowing and heating under the flames—crimson, yellow-white, blue-white—until the unknown metal finally turned into molten iron, and one firearm component after another began taking shape.

A rifled barrel, cylinder, mechanism, hammer...

Very quickly! Every component of a revolver had been produced.

He barely managed to assemble the parts. Then, after adding a wooden grip and storing the whole thing in the gourd, the firearm's flaws appeared clearly before him.

[Name: Revolver (Enhanced Version).]

[Flaws: 1. The spring lacks elasticity and cannot rotate the cylinder automatically. 2. The barrel and cylinder are misaligned by 2 millimeters, making a barrel explosion likely. 3. The cylinder has poor sealing, resulting in a 73% energy loss. 4. Rifling...]

[Note: A crudely made handgun. Suggested use: use it as a thrown weapon.]

[Can be optimized!!!]

"Optimize! Optimize!"

There were as many as twenty-eight casting flaws. The odds of being injured or killed upon firing were three to seven.

There was a thirty percent chance of a barrel explosion causing injury and a seventy percent chance of it causing death. Whether it could kill an enemy depended entirely on the enemy's sense of humor.

Yin Ming covered his eyes, too embarrassed to look. Fortunately, it could still barely be recognized as a revolver. There were no missing components, so it met the gourd's optimization requirements.

A moment later, a revolver as black as an abyss and flawless in every respect came fresh from the forge.

"..."

Next, Yin Ming began crafting revolver bullets.

The bullet cores used unknown metal, covered by an outer layer of lead.

The casings used a copper alloy with thirty-two percent unknown metal, filled with smokeless powder. The Element Crystals were crushed into fragments even smaller than grains of sand and evenly distributed in an inverted triangle within the powder charge.

Likewise optimized by the Scavenger Gourd, twelve gleaming golden bullets of 7.2-millimeter caliber lay before him.

"Bang..."

Yin Ming loaded six bullets.

Aiming at a cliff a hundred meters away, he cocked the metal hammer and decisively pulled the trigger.

With a thunderous boom, a hole half a meter wide appeared in the rock wall. At its center was a narrow opening that burrowed several meters deep.

"This power! One bullet could take down a Quasit."

Yin Ming marveled at the revolver's power. The muscles in his hands would not stop twitching and trembling, while the web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, crimson blood seeping out.

Considering the astonishing recoil of Element Crystal bullets, Yin Ming had deliberately held the gun with both hands. He had not expected to still underestimate the revolver's recoil. With physical attributes of thirty points, he could only barely use it.

"..."

"Cough, cough..."

Three days later, Johnny Green relied on his tenacious vitality to survive the danger and awaken.

Because the bullet had pierced through his left lung lobe, even slightly vigorous movement would trigger a violent fit of coughing.

"Thank you for saving me! My injuries are almost healed now! There is intelligence that urgently needs to be passed on, so I came specifically to bid you farewell! I can never repay your life-saving grace. I can only..."

"No! You can!"

Unable to repay him?

He definitely did not dare accept an offer of her body.

As for serving him as an ox or horse in the next life—without first notifying the Netherworld, he did not believe a single word of that.

Yin Ming hurriedly interrupted him. "Tell me, is there any way to take this thing apart without making it explode?"

A miniature Alchemical Bomb?

You stole my things! I did not hold it against you, yet you wanted me to teach you how to dismantle it? Wasn't that a little excessive?

Was there such a thing as a life-saving benefactor actively demanding repayment on the spot?

"Cough, cough, cough... I... don't know either. This came from an ancient ruin. We only know how to use it!"

His equipment had vanished without a trace, but Johnny Green wisely did not ask about it.

The man had saved his life. Why beat the bushes for answers and leave them both in an awkward situation?

But when he saw Yin Ming calmly take out a miniature Alchemical Bomb, Johnny Green realized that he was the only awkward one.

"Then teach me how to turn back into a human after beastification," Yin Ming said again.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough... I can't teach you! That is a function that comes with the Bloodline Potion provided by the Warlock Alliance."

The Warlock Alliance?

Bloodline Potions even came with the function of changing back?

Yin Ming frowned slightly. It seemed the Bloodline Potion he had developed himself could only be considered a half-finished product.

"You should be a Wizard Apprentice, right?"

"When others see the power of an Alchemical Bomb, they think about how to store it securely and how to obtain more. Only crazy wizards would think about taking one apart for a look."

Johnny Green nearly coughed his lungs out. Only after calming down did he slowly say, "Our organization is desperately short of Wizard Apprentices. Why not join us? It is better than staying in the Magic Beast Forest as a wild man, isn't it?"

"Organization? What organization are you?" Unable to get any compensation, Yin Ming asked with little interest.

"The Flame-Burners Association. We mainly excavate and explore ancient ruins. We are determined to bring treasures buried beneath the earth back into the light of day, and let unknown knowledge give off its remaining warmth as it should. Of course, those ancient creatures that have lived for a very long time—the secrets of their longevity are also within the organization's scope of exploration."

Yin Ming: !!!∑(Дノ)ノ.

What the hell was this?

Even across another world, he had found a job perfectly matched to his profession?

Wuyue Sanren tipped 200 Qidian Coins.