115: Chapter 115 Forged Parts

Zhang Mu's annoyance over the treasure site being exposed didn't last long.

After all, to enter the treasure site, activating the Sealing Magic Array was a necessary step that couldn't be avoided.

Once he came to terms with it, he let it go and returned with Mihe to the Resistance Army's Magic Array, arriving together at the stone house on the mountain peak.

Pushing open the door, the two walked into the house one after the other.

Zhang Mu immediately saw Domit sitting at the wooden table in the center of the living room, his gaze fixed blankly on a stir-fry pan covered with a lid on the tabletop.

Domit didn't even look up when they entered.

"Isn't this the Song of the Forest I brewed?"

Approaching the wooden table, Zhang Mu clapped his hands together. "Hey, what are you dazing off for?"

Finally, Domit seemed to snap out of it, tilting his head slightly. "Mr. Zhang Mu, Mr. Mi He, you're back?"

As he spoke, his numb expression regained some life. "Are you alright?!"

"Do you want something to have happened to me?"

"I didn't mean..."

Mihe sat down at the table and interrupted him, "You've worked hard. Go rest for now, and while you're at it, notify everyone to gather in the meeting room tonight."

"I have to watch over the Song of the Forest; it is the hope for the Resistance Army's continuation."

"I'm here."

Hearing this, he didn't persist further. He pushed himself up from the table, handed Zhang Mu a Storage Pouch, and wobbled out of the house.

Zhang Mu opened the Storage Pouch, took a look, and said in surprise, "The materials are already prepared?"

"While you were brewing the potion, I went outside the Magic Array to collect them." Mihe also took out the Earth Venomous Scorpion from his own Storage Pouch and handed it over.

"Great!" Stuffing them all into the bag, Zhang Mu beamed. "I thought it would take at least a month, but it's all done in three days."

"What do you want these materials for?" Mihe looked at him curiously. "Storm Bear fur and Earth Venomous Scorpion tail needles aren't potion ingredients, are they?"

"Making some little toys." Clipping the Storage Pouch to his waist, Zhang Mu turned to head back to his own room.

But after just two steps, Mihe called out to him, "Mr. Zhang Mu, there are some things I hope to get answers from you about."

Pausing his steps, Zhang Mu turned and sat opposite him, smiling. "Ask away."

"When Domit first met you, he used a sound transmission crystal to contact me, saying he might have met a human who could create miracles."

Mihe's right hand tightened on his staff. "On the day the Resistance Army was founded, he told me that we would eventually perish.

I didn't want to believe it, but over the past decade or so, the Resistance Army seems to be racing uncontrollably toward the outcome he predicted."

"Mr. Zhang Mu, do you think the Resistance Army has a bright future?"

Since Mihe had helped him, Zhang Mu interlaced his fingers on the table. Ignoring that "he," he answered patiently, "A bright future.

First, it depends on what you consider 'bright'.

If we go by our previous casual conversation, a Saul Continent where killing has disappeared and everyone lives in peace is the brightness you hope for.

Regarding this, I've told Domit that I don't know either.

I have never seen such a world, so naturally, I don't know how to build it."

"Or rather," Zhang Mu chuckled, "the Saul Continent operating under the order established by the Church is the closest thing to the world you desire.

Mr. Mi He, think carefully. If there wasn't a regulation that 'armed conflict is prohibited in human settlements,' how many ordinary humans would die every day on the Saul Continent?"

"Right now, ordinary humans are safe, at least while staying in the cities."

A look of bewilderment appeared on Mihe's face. "Then what did he and I establish the Resistance Army for?"

"I don't know what the 'he' you're talking about is actually thinking." Zhang Mu leaned back against the chair. "But my personal guess is,

He might have founded the Resistance Army with the philosophy of a pioneer."

"A pioneer?"

"Yes, a pioneer.

In my hometown, there's a proverb: 'Everything is hard at the beginning.' It means the most difficult step in anything is the very first step of finding a direction.

As long as a start is made, those who come after can stride forward along that path.

After all, having no path in sight is far more agonizing and difficult than even the most arduous journey with a clear goal."

Zhang Mu stood up. "Mr. Mi He, the success or failure of an ideal doesn't depend on the life or death of those practicing it,

That's all I can tell you.

So, I'm very sorry. Regarding your question, my answer is the same as that day.

I don't know."

He left his chair and turned to leave the house.

Walking along the ridges of the fields down the mountain, he felt a bit emotional.

Zhang Mu admired the persistence of Mihe and 'him.'

But unfortunately, Zhang Mu really couldn't provide any help.

He had read many novels about starting a red wave in an Other World, but thinking carefully, it was simply unrealistic.

In the Saul Continent, where great power belongs to the individual, the only role of ordinary humans is probably to provide a few exceptionally talented Professionals through their vast numbers.

Even if Zhang Mu brought the entire modern industry and ideology of Blue Star to the Saul Continent, it wouldn't change this situation.

Because ordinary humans are inferior to Professionals in every aspect; this isn't mockery or disdain, but an irrefutable fact on the Saul Continent.

Equality for all?

Professionals press down upon ordinary humans, whose lifelong dream is to become Professionals themselves.

On the Saul Continent, no one craves equality.

If someone were to come out shouting that Professionals and ordinary humans have equal status, the first ones to beat him to death probably wouldn't be the Professionals, but the ordinary humans.

Obviously—this is my only path for upward mobility, and you're blocking it; who else would I beat up?

And that's not even counting the behemoth that is the Church.

Zhang Mu shook his head and returned to his room with his hands behind his back.

"Brother Zhang Mu!"

Leah, who was sitting by the table, perked up her drooping cat ears, jumped off her chair, and ran over with open arms.

Squatting down to scoop her into his arms, Zhang Mu stood up and asked cheerfully, "Finished the bread?

Are you hungry?"

"Leah is very full." She squinted her eyes with a smile, her thin arms wrapped around Zhang Mu's neck, her head affectionately rubbing against his chin.

Just as he was about to get some snacks for her, he found that the Little Cat Girl had already fallen fast asleep.

He chuckled and gently stroked her head, figuring she hadn't slept all night out of fear.

After placing the Little Cat Girl on the bed and tucking her in with a thin quilt, Zhang Mu summoned a Portal and returned to Blue Star.

Sitting down on the sofa, Zhang Mu took out the material list for making the Owl puppet from his Storage Pouch and scanned it from top to bottom.

Well, all the materials are ready.

Now, I have to find a way to process all the materials. Hiss... it's a bit of a hassle.

Doing it in the Other World would require building a fully equipped blacksmith shop myself, which is too much trouble.

On the Blue Star side, technical problems are easy to solve, but various magic beast organs with strange appearances definitely can't be seen by others.

After scratching his head and thinking for a while, Zhang Mu considered going abroad to buy a nearly bankrupt factory, teaching himself how to operate the equipment, and making the Owl puppet himself.

The over 100 million from selling crystals and gems was more than enough.

Conveniently, the treasure site would open in three months. By then, powerful Adventurer Groups would be swarming, and the weapons he had on hand weren't powerful enough.

He'd take the opportunity to pick up some heavy firepower with explosive power while abroad.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mu picked up his phone and booked a flight for tomorrow.