Lighthouse Player University of the Subcontinent.
Unknown black particles floated in the gray sky. The misty moonlight poured down, but it was blocked by the black fog that covered the sky and the sun. It was impossible to shine on the ground at the bottom.
Regardless of whether it was dawn or dusk, except for the light shining down from a few rings of lighthouses, the scenery of the various colleges remained the same.
Only on a snowy day like this could people feel a little bit of the atmosphere of the human world.
On January 1st, 428 of the new calendar, the first snowflakes fell from the sky above the Dead Sea. Winter came quickly and unreasonably. In just half a day, the ground was completely submerged in the white sea.
The new calendar started with the arrival of the Goddess of Calamity system. It was also from that point on that human beings began a long era of resistance against the calamities.
Starting from the beginning of the Dark Blood Age, after more than three hundred years of resistance, humans finally gained a firm foothold. They built a Great Wall of Calamity around the periphery of the seven continents, spanning the sky, land, and sea. Finally, these hair-raising enemies were blocked outside.
After that was the period of the seven continents. This period began in the year 328 of the new calendar, and it had been 100 years since then. Human players rose bravely, researching all kinds of technology, creating weapons and equipment, relying on the treasures left behind by their predecessors in the Dark Blood Age to grow rapidly.
Organizations such as the Five Thrones, Wessex, the Kataszhafe Committee, the Tower of Time, and so on came into being, supporting humans to move forward step by step.
In recent years, the newborn babies were not very clear about the mutants and the calamities. They also had not seen the greatest enemies of mankind so far.
The world seemed to be moving in the best direction.
However, that was not the case.
The teachers and students at the astronomical observatory of the Beacon Academy didn't even have time to enjoy the beautiful life on the first day of the new year before they were disturbed by the strange scene they observed.
The Death Omen Star, which had been silent for a long time, shone with the first snowflakes of the new year.
The strange and chaotic star charts and astronomical patterns frightened the students. Legend said that the calamities came from the other side of the starry sky, and the star charts had always been the precursors of all kinds of major events.
"The Death Omen Star is not a good sign."
Chess Academy, the dean's research room.
Headmaster Leylin Wessex, whose entire body was wrapped in various metal tubes with liquid constantly being injected into them, had to rely on a mechanical device to amplify his voice as he spoke coldly to the young student who was concentrating in front of the research table.
The interior of the dean's laboratory was plain and simple. Various mechanical instruments and tools were scattered all over the place. The light yellow torches on the surrounding stone walls made crackling sounds from time to time as they burned the coal mechanical lamps on the ceiling. This was a type of lamp that had long been eliminated by steam lamps and could only be seen in the slums.
The ground was littered with all kinds of mechanical rubbish. Broken metal shells, disassembled parts of the airship, broken steam pipes …
There were still specks of blood that had yet to dry up.
The young student's hands were not protected by any protective equipment. They were cut by various parts, and the blood was flowing from his hands.
However, he didn't care about the pain at all. Or rather, the young student only had eyes for the scattered gun parts on the stage.
"Your welding micro-control skills are really bad. Didn't the previous teacher teach you how to do it?" Leylin laughed eerily as he mocked Li Xiang while he went forward to guide him.
Used to this new mechanical teacher who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, Li Xiang just smiled and replied, "There was no teacher before. I don't know if the nameless female teacher counts."
"Her name is Sally Edwin Christina. Of course, even if you call her name, she won't respond. Sally's brain suffered a destructive and incurable injury a few years ago because of a research on Disaster. Other than the knowledge about firearms that was deeply imprinted in her mind, she can't remember anything else. "Leylin glared at him." It's amazing that she can remember your name. For such a dedicated teacher, you should maintain basic respect. You shouldn't mock her. "
"Yes, Teacher Leylin. I admire Teacher Sally very much. I apologize for what I said just now. " Li Xiang put down the tools in his hands and replied sincerely. Although he didn't know why a gun mechanic would participate in the research on Disaster, as long as it was someone who sacrificed themselves for humanity, they deserved his respect.
Without these seniors, there wouldn't be such good days now.
"Stop it. You don't have to say such aristocratic things in front of me. Also, you don't have to hide your little secret. Rocca introduced you to Old Ghost to learn. This matter isn't considered a secret. What's there to hide? "Leylin snorted. He was somewhat dissatisfied that Li Xiang didn't dare to admit this matter, but he also agreed.
This showed that he had always regarded Old Ghost's safety with great importance. Although the selection of a successor depended on talent and strength, it actually valued personal feelings more. Some genius disciples forgot their teachers after learning their skills. This was a teacher's fortune, but also a tragedy.
Fortunately, he knew that Li Xiang wasn't such a person.
"Although Old Ghost is a former member of the Tarot Card Association, he's also a very respectable gun mechanic master. It's your fortune to be able to become his disciple. However, I can also understand why he's been avoiding you. This old man was ruthless in his early years and took in many disciples to be his tools. Now, a few of them are very promising. They're looking for him everywhere for revenge. This is what happens when there's a cause. "
Leylin rambled on. He came from the Wessex family. After interacting for a while, he directly told Li Xiang his identity.
He was Ciro Wessex, the younger brother of the man who stood at the top of the mechanical circle.
He himself had extraordinary talent and strength, but unfortunately, he had such an elder brother. He would never be able to make a name for himself. After failing countless challenges, he left the family in disappointment. He wanted to start from the forbidden arts like Old Ghost and find another path to firearms. However, he was threatened and attacked by the Tarot Card Association.
Although he still retained the title of a Level-4 Guardian, he actually didn't have any combat ability.
His entire body had been corroded by the air of absolute death. If it wasn't for the strange equipment on his body, Leylin would have died long ago.
He had too many grievances in his heart. After coming to the Chessboard Academy, he had been devoting himself to research. His experiences in the early years had made him very gloomy, so much so that the students of the Chessboard Academy didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
However, Dean Leylin was actually very gentle.
It was just that he was sometimes too talkative. He would often talk about the past in Li Xiang's ears, about his brothers, about Wessex, about machinery, and so on.
Li Xiang enjoyed such an environment very much. He listened to Leylin's nonsense and then focused on making firearms. Occasionally, he would even receive such personal guidance.
The books that Old Ghost had left behind gave him techniques and directions, while Dean Leylin held his hand and led him forward, acting as a guide.
Li Xiang frowned when he heard Leylin mention the grudge between Old Ghost and his disciple. He said calmly, "If my senior brothers and sisters want to hurt me, I will kill them all without mercy."
"Well, your tone and eyes are not bad, but your temperament is a bit lacking." Leylin sneered and then whipped Leylin's back. "Look at you. You've changed your posture again. If you can't learn this welding method, this Blood Kindred's Famous Gun will only be an illusion for the rest of your life! "
Ever since Dean Leylin forced Vice-Principal Jeffrey to assign Li Xiang to teach him firearms on weekends, the two of them had been studying the Blood Kindred's Famous Gun, which was created by [Subcontinent Life].
Dean Leylin had made great achievements in firearms. During the day, he would teach Leylin how to use a gun, repair it, and maintain it. At night, he would take Leylin to make firearms.
The Blood Kindred's Famous Gun was the first one.
That being said, [Subcontinent Life] was a brand new series that had been developed by such a large corporation. Everything from the materials to the craftsmanship was the most advanced. Li Xiang would not have been able to learn it so quickly just by watching those videos.
He could not show Leylin the videos of the mysterious machinist, either. He had to keep that a secret.
However, with those videos, Leylin was already making great progress. It was the first time Leylin had seen someone learning faster than Leylin. It was evident that Leylin had a profound knowledge in this field.
A thousand pages of blueprints were enough for them to study for a while. As a matter of fact, Leylin was very impressed by Li Xiang's talent. Even though he had heard about it, he was still astonished after seeing it with his own eyes.
Of course, that was because he didn't know that Li Xiang had the videos.
Leylin saw his elder brother's shadow in this student. Leylin was pleasantly surprised but also cautious. He was determined to train Leylin into another Syro Wessex. Therefore, he was very strict with Leylin so that Leylin would not feel any sense of superiority.
On the other hand, Li Xiang was well aware that half of his talent came from his proficiency in machinery. Compared to those real geniuses, he did not dare to be arrogant. Instead, he kept a low profile.
This kind of scene would often appear. The older ones were stern in their voices and expressions, their hands beating but their hearts were happy. The younger ones were expressionless, seemingly unperturbed, but their hearts were filled with fear, afraid that they were not doing well enough.
The low-level version of the Blood Race would soon become an assembly line project. Li Xiang had invested all his wealth in that small workshop in Crimson Moon City, hoping that one day it would shock the seven continents.
Now that he was working on the original version of the Blood Race, he finally realized how terrifying gunners were and how profound this field was.
The knowledge he had in his head was far from enough.
"Where were we just now?" Leylin asked in a muffled voice, guiding and chatting.
"Death Omen."
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