162: Chapter 162 The Golden Divine Weapon Annihilates a Mountain with a Single Slash

As the golden light in the forging room dissipated, Copper Hammer remained kneeling on the ground, unable to get up.

Chen Chen held the Void-Splitting Gravity Ship-Slashing Blade in one hand, golden patterns slowly flowing along the blade's body.

The spatial distortion on the blade's edge was visible to the naked eye, even the surrounding air was slightly warping.

“Boss, this blade...”

Copper Hammer swallowed hard, “Please use it carefully, don't test it in my forging room.”

Chen Chen gave a simple nod and turned to walk out.

His combat boots stepped across the metal corridors of the industrial zone, heading all the way up to the city walls.

The night wind rushed in; five hundred meters below the Floating City was the churning acid marsh, and in the distance, the dark silver giant trees of the Magnetic Storm Jungle merged into a single mass in the night.

Three kilometers to the north, a suspended rock platform over twenty meters high stood lonely in mid-air.

Chen Chen stood at the edge of the city wall, gripping the blade in his right hand.

He gave a casual swing.

A golden blade qi silently crossed the three-kilometer distance.

In the center of the rock platform, a black sphere visible to the naked eye appeared out of thin air.

Its diameter began to expand from one centimeter—no, the rock platform was shrinking.

The entire twenty-meter-high rock platform, along with the rubble, moss, and broken metal branches on it, was all pulled, compressed, and collapsed toward the center point by some irresistible force.

Three seconds.

The fist-sized black ball hovered for zero point five seconds.

Then it annihilated.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

The binoculars fell from the hands of Iron Wall's Adjutant, who was on night watch on the city wall.

Copper Hammer had chased after him to say something and happened to witness this scene; his legs went weak, and he had to lean against the city wall to avoid kneeling again.

“Holy shit...” Copper Hammer's voice was reduced to a raspy whisper, “Is this really something I forged?”

Chen Chen sheathed the blade.

“Not bad.”

He turned and walked toward the City Lord Tower, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded guards on the wall.

Copper Hammer leaned against the wall for a long time, looking back at that empty patch of sky—three kilometers away, where a mountain-like formation had once stood, there was now nothing at all.

“...Are these survivors a bit too fierce?”

...

Over the next three days, the Floating City entered a period of frantic development.

The population broke two thousand three hundred. The number of vehicles surpassed a hundred.

All five high-level technical NPCs were operating at full capacity.

The furnace in Copper Hammer's forging room never went out from morning to night, the Rune Blacksmith's engraving machine buzzed incessantly, and various colors of steam wafted from Eve's potion laboratory.

And the person who connected all this, making the entire city run flawlessly, was—

Yi Chang, stepping in black stilettos, walked out of the material scheduling center on the first floor of the fortress.

A hip-hugging OL pencil skirt clearly outlined the legs she had just transformed three days ago; her white shirt was buttoned to the second button, the collar slightly open to reveal the starting line of silver scales just below her collarbone.

Her icy blue vertical pupils scanned the holographic data pad in her hand, her pace ten times steadier than on the first day.

“The high-carbon steel inventory in North District Warehouse No. 3 is critical; allocate three tons from Copper Hammer's scrap recycling pool.”

“The heating lines in the South District residential modules are aging; have the Building Maintenance Engineers replace them within today.”

“There's a gap in the third echelon's patrol schedule; there's only one team in the southeast quadrant from 2:00 AM to 4:00 AM. Add another team.”

Her voice was calm, carrying the non-negotiable authority characteristic of an alien ruler.

The two Administrative Assistants following her recorded frantically on their data pads, their steps barely keeping up with her rhythm.

Jiang Jiuyou came down from the fourth floor and happened to pass Yi Chang in the connecting corridor.

The two women locked eyes for half a second.

Jiang Jiuyou's icy blue pupils swept over Yi Chang's long legs wrapped in the pencil skirt, then moved to the densely packed data pad in her hand.

“The approval process for the city defense budget has changed?”

“It has.” Yi Chang stopped her pace, her vertical pupils looking levelly at Jiang Jiuyou, “Routine expenditures below three thousand no longer require the Deputy Commander's signature; they go directly through the Vice City Lord's authority.”

Jiang Jiuyou's brow twitched slightly.

“Who approved it?”

“The Lord.”

Jiang Jiuyou gritted her teeth, said nothing more, and walked away in her combat boots.

Yi Chang watched her back disappear around the corner of the stairs, a very faint trace of smugness flashing in her vertical pupils.

Then she looked down at her own legs.

Under the pencil skirt, the silver invisible scales on the outside of her thighs were faintly visible under the corridor lights.

It had been three days.

Every time she passed the door of the fourth floor of the City Lord Tower, she would slow her pace.

But every time, either the sound of Shen Wanbing's reports came from inside, or Jiang Jiuyou's command channel was ringing.

She gripped the data pad tightly.

Tonight.

...

Late at night. System time 23:47.

Outside the dome of the Floating City, the dark gold halo of the Tyrant Totem slowly rotated in the night.

The purple-black force field of the faith deprivation tower covered two kilometers, isolating all mental pollution outside.

Fourth floor of the City Lord Tower.

Chen Chen leaned back on the leather sofa, flipping through the experience panel. His level had reached Level 21, and the experience bar was still ticking steadily.

The cabin door knocked three times.

“Enter.”

Yi Chang pushed the door open and entered.

She had changed into—no, it was still that black OL uniform, but the top two buttons of the shirt were unfastened.

A large patch of snow-white skin below her collarbone was exposed to the air, and the silver-gray fine scales shimmered with a translucent luster under the light.

She held a thick stack of holographic ledgers in her arms.

“Lord, the territory's total income and expenditure ledger for this week.”

Chen Chen glanced at her. “Put it on the desk.”

Yi Chang walked to the desk in her high heels and set the ledger down.

The stilettos tapped a crisp rhythm on the metal floor.

“Resource output has increased by thirty-seven percent compared to last week, and the population growth rate is stable at eight percent daily—”

“Mm.”

“Copper Hammer's forging room capacity is saturated; I suggest expanding a second production line—”

“Approved.”

After reporting the last item of data, Yi Chang closed the holographic projection.

Chen Chen looked up.

Yi Chang stood by the desk, her icy blue vertical pupils reflecting the warm light inside the cabin.

Her hand withdrew from the desk surface and slowly moved behind her.

Click.

The electronic lock of the cabin door made a soft sound.

It was locked.

Chen Chen leaned back on the sofa and raised an eyebrow.

“Why lock the door?”

Yi Chang didn't answer.

She turned around, leaning her back against the edge of the desk, her hands propped on the surface.

This posture stretched the fabric of the pencil skirt to its limit, outlining the curves of her waist and hips without reservation.

“I said it before.” Her voice was very soft, her vertical pupils shimmering with moisture, “What I owe you, I remember.”

“Which debt?”

“Everything.”

Yi Chang stood up from the desk and walked toward Chen Chen step by step in her high heels.

With every step, a section of her fair inner thigh was revealed through the slit of the pencil skirt.

She stopped a step away from the sofa.

Then she bent over.

The collar of the white shirt hung wide open.

Silver-gray fine scales extended all the way from her chest to her waistline, shimmering with an eerie beauty under the warm light.

“Lord.”

Her voice broke into a whisper, her icy blue vertical pupils looking up at Chen Chen from below, her snake tongue flicking out from between her lips and retracting again.

“Let me use this... to pay my debt.”

Chen Chen stared at her for three seconds.

The high temperature emitted by his 187 points of constitution directly scorched through Yi Chang's newborn skin at a distance of less than half a meter.

The spinal reflex of a cold-blooded animal made her body involuntarily lean forward, toward the heat source.

Chen Chen reached out and gripped her lower back.

Yi Chang was pulled onto the sofa.

The pencil skirt made the sound of fabric straining to the point of tearing during this movement.

“The buttons.” Chen Chen's voice was very low.

Yi Chang's fingers trembled as she began to unbutton from the third button.

The white shirt loosened one by one.

The silver-gray fine scales were faintly visible at the junction of her skin, and her newborn skin was ten times more sensitive than a human's.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling panoramic window of the fourth-floor Pilot Tower, the lights of the Floating City spread out five hundred meters below.

The territory of over two thousand people was now fully within view.

Yi Chang's legs, which had only been transformed for three days...

The extremely faint silver scales remaining at her ankles flashed under the light.

The indicator light of the acoustic isolation layer turned green.

—

Midnight sharp.

The system settlement triggered on time.

[Physical Overlimit Settlement! constitution +10! Current constitution: 197! agility +5! Current agility: 93!]

The moment the heat wave exploded from his spine, Yi Chang's body suddenly stiffened.

The sudden temperature change brought by the jump in constitution from 187 to 197 was, for a cold-blooded being like her—

Like being scorched through from the inside out.

Her vertical pupils dilated to the maximum, her snake tongue flicked frantically, and her nails clawed five deep furrows into the leather surface of the sofa.

Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment triggered.

Chen Chen's constitution 197, Yi Chang's constitution 65.

A difference of 132 points.

Energy flooded from the contact points into Yi Chang's meridians.

The muscle fibers that had only been transformed for three days began to reorganize, her bone density climbed, and a layer of extremely faint silver light seeped from the surface of her skin.

System pop-ups exploded one after another—

[Yi Chang's constitution +3, current constitution 68.]

[Yi Chang's agility +3, current agility 53.]