Su Wei's fingers froze in mid-air, and the standard eyeball he was holding suddenly seemed ordinary.
Old Hope held the eyeball in his palm and raised it in front of Su Wei.
"This thing is something I've treasured for a long time."
The old man's voice was half a tone lower than usual.
" Dragon's Fury."
"Back then, there was a Switzerland master glass eye craftsman who made everything by hand, dedicating his life to creating top-quality, lifelike prosthetic eyes."
"Among his last works before retirement, ten were specially made for large bears."
Six of them were bought by the museum.
Old Hope's thumb gently stroked the surface of the eyeball, a movement unusually light for him.
I bought the other four.
"A few years ago, I used two of them on a brown bear that weighed over 500 kilograms."
These are the last two.
"That master is an old friend of mine."
"This batch of eyeballs was actually custom-made by him, but it's the last batch."
"I've carried it with me for years, waiting for a bear that's worthy of it."
He opened his palm, and the two Dragon's Fury lay quietly in his rough hands, their dark red threads slowly moving in the changing light.
Old Hope raised his cloudy gray eyes and stared straight at Su Wei.
"Use this. It's worthy of the Bear King."
Su Wei stared at the eyeball.
He didn't reach out to take it immediately.
Old Hope's treasured collection, the last two pieces from a master craftsman's retirement collection.
Su Wei put the standard amber-colored eyeball back into the tin box.
He extended his right hand, palm facing up.
Old Hope put Dragon's Fury on it.
The glass ball landed on the rubber surface of the nitrile glove, giving it a slightly heavy feel.
It is at least 15 percent heavier than the standard product.
This is a dense glass, fired entirely by hand, without a single air bubble inside.
Su Wei held it directly under the cold light.
The sealed fire was fully awakened under the direct light.
Dark red, thread-like lines radiate outwards from the edge of the pupil, burning against a deep burnt brown background.
It's like a furious beast glaring out from inside this four-centimeter glass sphere.
Dragon's Fury.
The name is perfectly chosen.
Su Wei withdrew his hand, held the eyeball in his palm, and turned to the empty eye sockets of the bear king's skull.
A top predator that has survived dozens of life-or-death battles.
A rare Kodiak brown bear, weighing over 600 kilograms.
Su Wei looked down at the dark red threads inside the Dragon's Fury.
That's not fire.
That was anger.
Those are scars.
That was the mark of war etched into the eyes of a bear king, earned through half a lifetime of slaughter.
Old Hope stood behind him, silent.
Su Wei aimed the Dragon's Fury at the opening in his right eye socket and adjusted the angle of abduction.
Apply force with your fingertips.
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Apply force with your fingertips.
The bottom of the Dragon's Fury sphere comes into contact with the curved surface of the filling base.
Su Wei's breathing rate dropped to a minimum, and his chest cavity barely moved.
The perception of Texture Reshaping is entirely concentrated on the fingertips of the right index finger and thumb.
The pressure distribution between the sphere and the foam became a real-time updated heat map in my mind.
The pressure on the front contact surface is evenly distributed, without any offset or slippage.
Su Wei locked the abduction angle at seven degrees.
This angle cannot be estimated by sight; his finger is the ruler.
Texture Reshaping translates the curvature of the foam base, the curvature of the sphere, and the limiting protrusions on the inner side of the bone wall into tactile signals.
Three sets of data jumped simultaneously on the fingertips.
The sphere sank into the eye socket millimeter by millimeter.
The temperature-controlled room was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the fluorescent lamp ballast.
The last millimeter.
Su Wei applied a very slight rotational force with his thumb, causing the sphere to adjust less than half a degree on its base.
It's stuck.
Perfectly fitted.
He loosened his grip and took a half-step back.
Right eye complete.
The Dragon's Fury is embedded in the right eye socket of the Bear King's skull; the dark brown sphere reflects a dull, somber light under the cold lamp.
Those dark red, thread-like lines moved slowly inside the glass, radiating outwards from the edge of the pupil.
But having only one eye makes it look even stranger.
Half of the face came to life, while the other half remained a skeleton.
Su Wei did not pause.
He turned and walked back to the display stand, taking the second Dragon's Fury from Old Hope's velvet pouch.
Hold the ball in your left hand and reach into your left eye socket with your right hand.
The same process, the same angle calibration, the same millimeter-by-millimeter push.
But the foam filling in his left eye socket was something he had personally adjusted nineteen minutes earlier.
Every curve and every pressure point is etched into his tactile memory.
It was one-third faster than the right eye.
One final rotation for fine-tuning.
stuck.
Su Wei released his grip.
Two Dragon's Fury were simultaneously embedded in the eye sockets of the Bear King's skull.
He took a step back.
Then they took another step back.
A cold light shone down from directly above, its beam falling on the skull of the bear king's skeleton and being simultaneously captured by its two glass eyeballs.
The dark brown iris burst open the moment the angle of the light changed.
The dark red threads were no longer swimming, but surging outward from the depths of the pupils.
The lines on the left and right eyes are not symmetrical; one is warmer and the other is cooler.
But when they come together, they create a strange resonance.
The fire in both eyeballs burned into one.
The empty eye socket has disappeared.
Instead, a pair of eyes appeared.
It's not made of glass; it's alive.
Su Wei stood two meters away, meeting those eyes in eye.