178: Chapter 178 Renovation Completed

*Gulp.*

Looking at the deep blue star alloy plates covering the floor, Zhao Wujing swallowed hard. His knees felt weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Just then, a dust-covered cement trowel clattered onto the ground by his feet.

Zhao Wujing shuddered and snapped his head up.

Lin Fan held another trowel in his hand, looking like a foreman watching a lazy laborer. He frowned slightly. "What are you dazing off for? Get to work! Before the sun sets today, you must finish paving these thousands of square meters of flooring for me."

"P-Pave...?"

Zhao Wujing looked at the ordinary iron trowel at his feet, then at the priceless S-Rank alloy plates. His hands shook as if he had Parkinson's. "Chief Lin, this is star alloy! You're making us pave it with this crappy trowel? What if we chip a corner..."

His voice was trembling. "Even if we sold all of us, we probably couldn't afford a single one of these plates!"

The surrounding group of second-generation heirs shook their heads like rattles, shrinking back and not daring to step forward. Was this a joke? This wasn't work; this was like dancing in a minefield! If they scratched the floor even a little, wouldn't their fathers break their legs when they got home?

"Stop being so dramatic."

Lin Fan curled his lip, looking impatient. "If an S-Rank alloy could be chipped by that crappy iron trowel in your hand, would it still be called S-Rank? Hurry up and stop dawdling. You there, the one in Armani, go move that pile of memory metal strips over here!"

Under Lin Fan's overbearing pressure, these wealthy young masters and ladies, who usually never lifted a finger for manual labor, could only pick up their tools with fear and trepidation.

The renovation began.

If any civil engineering expert or grandmaster blacksmith were present, they would probably cough up three pints of blood and point at Lin Fan's nose, cursing him for wasting such precious materials.

Zhao Wujing squatted on the ground, carefully laying down an S-Rank star alloy plate as if he were holding a newborn baby. His movements were so gentle it was like he was performing delicate heart surgery. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, fearing that a single slip would make a sound.

Beside him, several rich heirs were working together to carry a silvery-white metal strip.

That was A-Rank memory metal, usually used for the joints of high-end mechas or core components of aircraft; it possessed incredible toughness and self-repair capabilities.

But now, they were being bent into square frames.

"Chief Lin, is this really for window frames?" one heir asked, looking at the multi-million-dollar metal strip in his hand, feeling his worldview crumbling.

"What else? To hang laundry?" Lin Fan directed everyone to stir the special nano-cement while pointing toward the stairs. "The handrail over there hasn't been installed yet. Go to that scrap pile and find a few Grandmaster Level battle sabers. Use the system—cough, use that furnace to remove the hilts and melt the blades together to make the handrail."

"G-Grandmaster Level battle sabers for a handrail?!"

The heir almost dropped the memory metal on his foot.

Crazy! Completely insane!

How was this a renovation? This was simply burning money! And burning it like it was scrap paper!

As the project progressed, the sense of absurdity grew stronger.

The heirs' hands shook as they worked. Although they were usually extravagant—driving sports cars, chartering yachts, and spending millions in a single night—compared to Lin Fan's behavior of "paving the floor with S-Rank alloy and making handrails from Grandmaster sabers," they were as modest as beggars.

"No, I can't take it anymore. I need to post on my Moments to calm my nerves."

Taking advantage of the gap when Lin Fan went to mix the cement, a chubby heir named Qian Duoduo finally couldn't hold back. He secretly pulled out his phone and took a selfie with the floor glowing with a faint blue light and his dust-covered limited-edition sneakers.

Caption: "Paving the floor with S-Rank star alloy. Waiting online, it's urgent. If I accidentally chip a corner, will mortgaging my family's company be enough to cover it?"

Clicked send.

Qian Duoduo originally just wanted to vent his collapsing state of mind and show off a bit in his circle of top-tier heirs.

But he never expected that within five minutes of posting, it would set off a nuclear bomb in the entire Kyoto social circles.

It was morning, and the young masters and ladies of Kyoto had just woken up, scrolling through their phones while planning lunch.

Suddenly, Qian Duoduo's post popped up.

At first, the comment section was full of ridicule.

"Yo, Fatty Qian, which film set are you on now? These props look quite realistic."

"S-Rank star alloy? Why don't you say you're paving the floor with dragon bones? Don't brag without a script. That stuff is military-controlled material; you can't buy it even with money."

"Exactly. Mortgaging the company? How much is your crappy company even worth? If it were real S-Rank alloy, selling you wouldn't even cover a fraction of the cost."

Seeing these mocking comments, Qian Duoduo's hands shook with anger. While Lin Fan wasn't looking, he secretly took another detailed photo.

This photo clearly captured the unique nebula-like patterns on the side of the alloy plate, as well as the faint military stamp number on the material: 'S-9-TITAN'.

Sent again.

At that moment, the entire comment section went dead silent.

A full minute passed before someone tremblingly posted a comment.

"Holy crap! These patterns... this stamp... it seems real!"

"I just let my dad take a look; he's a materials science expert... He said it's real S-Rank star alloy! And it's the titanium-reinforced version! Only found in the strategic warehouse of the Garrison Area!"

"I showed my second uncle too; he's in the logistics department... He asked where I am and said he's bringing people to catch the thief who stole military supplies!"

"Dammit! Fatty Qian, where are you?! With so much S-Rank alloy, are you freaking renovating a palace?!"

A single stone stirred a thousand ripples.

As more detailed photos leaked, and even experts who knew their stuff identified it as top-tier military alloy, the entire Kyoto martial artist circle was in an uproar.

Someone was paving the floor with S-Rank alloy!

The news spread like it had wings, quickly moving from the heir circles to the martial artist circles and into the ears of major families.

Countless people stared at the photos on their phones, their eyes nearly popping out. S-Rank alloy! That was material for crafting divine weapons! A piece the size of a fingernail could make countless martial artists fight to the death!

And now someone was actually using it to pave the floor?!

Which spendthrift did this?!

Meanwhile, inside the abandoned warehouse, that spendthrift was directing the top-tier renovation crew with great enthusiasm.

"That gap! Yes, that gap! Fill it up for me!"

Lin Fan held a pointer picked up from the scrap pile and shouted at the seams between the two alloy plates, "Use nano-cement! It must be smoothed out! Once this cement dries, its hardness is higher than the alloy. Don't leave any gaps for thermal expansion and contraction; our materials don't care about that!"

Under Lin Fan's direction, the heirs used that magical gray powder—nano-cement—to perfectly join the heavy alloy plates together.

This cement was practically black technology. Once it touched air and water, it would solidify rapidly and fuse with the metal surface at a molecular level.

In just two short hours, the warehouse floor, which was originally dilapidated and covered in rubble, had completely changed.

A single, massive, mirror-smooth deep blue floor appeared before everyone. It was no longer a floor of joined plates but looked like a giant metal platform cast as a single unit, radiating a heart-stopping, cold beauty.

On the surrounding walls, the originally mottled red bricks were covered by a layer of silvery-white memory metal mesh. The windows were replaced with A+ Rank high-energy crystal glass, ten centimeters thick.

The entire interior of the warehouse was brand new. The original ruinous state had vanished, replaced by a sci-fi, money-scented steel fortress style.

"Big brother, is that light a bit crooked?"

Just then, Lin Xiaoya, who had been sitting quietly nearby, finally spoke.

"Hmm? It seems so." Lin Fan looked up at the chandelier hanging in mid-air, which was modified from a discarded engine casing.

"I'll help!"

Lin Xiaoya blinked playfully, a faint pink light flashing deep in her eyes.

S-Rank Talent, [Mind Dominator], activate!

*Buzz!*

An invisible wave of mental energy instantly spread out.

Under the horrified gazes of the heirs, the engine chandelier, weighing hundreds of pounds, actually defied the laws of gravity and floated up lightly. It then automatically adjusted its angle in the air and hung steadily in the center of the main beam.

Not only that.

The discarded gears and metal pipes used for decoration in the corners seemed to be lifted by invisible hands, flying into the air and landing precisely at their designated positions on the walls and pillars.

"Holy crap, telekinesis?!"

Zhao Wujing watched in dazed shock, the trowel in his hand falling to the ground. "This... this is a mental-type Awakened?! And this level of control... it's at least A-Rank or higher, right?!"

Lin Fan looked at his sister's effortless manner, his eyes full of doting affection. "Move that gear on the left up a bit more. Yes, right there. Xiaoya is amazing!"

The siblings worked in perfect harmony, one directing and the other operating, turning this grueling renovation into a magnificent magic performance.

The heirs, who were originally tired like dogs, had now become the audience for this performance. Watching those heavy metals dancing in the air and seeing the steel fortress take shape at a visible speed, the shock in their hearts had long since surpassed their physical exhaustion.

This family... what kind of monsters are they?!

The older brother is a freak who can trap and kill Grandmasters, and the younger sister is a mental-type genius who can control objects!

Can't mess with them, definitely can't mess with them!

Time flew by in the midst of the busyness.

By evening, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the warehouse through the tall crystal windows.

The efficiency of martial artists was high; the work was basically complete.

At this point, the warehouse no longer showed any trace of its original ruined state.