136: Chapter 0136 First Test Flight

Li Size put the potion into a specialized crystal bottle, his eyes flashing with excitement:

This was not just a Breakthrough in skill, but a crucial step he had taken in the Domain of potion-making.

Future possibilities, just like the light in this potion, extended infinitely.

Li Size's fingertips were still trembling slightly, but the excited light in his eyes was gradually drowned by weariness.

His temples throbbed, the Mental Energy patterns on his brow dimmed to a pale gold, and even his knuckles gripping the reagent bottle turned white.

He stared at the brain in a vat Materials list on the lab bench, his Adam's apple bobbing; he reached for the Star Dew Flower but abruptly pulled back:

The previous deduction and refining had already exhausted his Mental Energy; forcing himself to act now would only ruin the rare Materials.

He propped himself up on the bench and slowly sat down, his back against the cold rune lamp post...

The fragrance of the magic potion and the residual warmth of the metal lingered at the tip of his nose, but his heart felt as if it were holding a ball of fire:

After a night's rest and his Mental Energy was fully restored, he could refine that potion for Lilith that could change her fate.

He closed his eyes, the fine white mist (a sign of Mental Energy overexertion) clinging to his eyelashes slowly dissipated, but a satisfied smile remained on the corners of his mouth.

Five days later in the early morning, the warm light of the Laboratory spilled like crushed gold onto the black demonic iron parts as Li Size held a miniature rune screwdriver.

The tool's body was engraved with a "Precision" Rune; his fingertips, calloused from long-term machine operation, steadily unscrewed the fixing bolt of the fuselage slot.

Gelia leaned against the doorframe, the copper buttons of her crimson police uniform reflecting the morning light, her waist appearing even more slender in the tight-fitting uniform.

She bit her lower lip, her fingertips stained with light brown marks from police station coffee, and curiously poked the fifteen-centimeter diameter spherical Sorcery Recording module:

"Can this really record in a 360-degree loop without any blind spots?

Can it even capture the mouse hole behind the warehouse?"

Felina turned and handed over a matte black Master-Slave Communication Module, its surface faintly showing the fine patterns of a "Transmission" Rune.

As her finger brushed against the back of Li Size's hand, a faint pink flush rose to her cheeks; her eyes darted away, yet she couldn't help but peek at his profile:

"Be careful with this one, my friend said these Precision parts are fragile—look at the crystal interface on the edge of the module, it might crack with just a touch."

On the lab bench behind her, the bottle of Mental Energy recovery potion he had just prepared was emitting a faint white mist.

Li Size embedded the sphere into the fuselage slot; after a soft "click," Demonic Energy overflowed from the slot, the lens instantly turned blue, and his fingertips felt a hint of coolness.

He then pressed the slave module into the groove; the master module immediately flashed green, even causing the rune lamps in the Laboratory to flicker slightly.

Gelia leaned in, her breath carrying the aroma of police station coffee, and nudged Felina with her elbow:

"If we equip the police station with these, we won't even have to go on patrol!

From now on, I can just sit in the office and watch the footage!"

Felina gently poked her arm, her strength carrying a hint of a smile:

"Install it first and don't cause trouble—if you break it again, our husband will have to stay up all night to fix it."

The silver-gray streamlined fuselage lay on the lab bench, the brushed texture of the refined black demonic iron shimmering with a metallic luster under the warm light.

The Recording Sphere at the top looked like a multi-layered crystal ball embedded in metal, its lens reflecting the rune lamps of the Laboratory and the figures of the three people.

The Master-Slave Communication Module on the side glinted coldly, its edges engraved with tiny "Transmission" Runes.

Around the "Hurricane" Rune of the bottom air duct, tiny wind element particles were vibrating slightly.

Li Size swiped the touch screen of the master module, and the power System emitted a soft "humming" sound.

A pale green cyclone blew out from the air duct, causing the nearby grass to flutter and lifting the fuselage half a centimeter.

He tapped the light screen with his fingertip:

"The refined black demonic iron fuselage is thirty percent lighter than the design's estimated weight...

The multi-layered crystal lens of the recording module can capture the twitching of an ant's antennae a hundred meters away.

Even the trajectory of them carrying food can be recorded clearly."

Gelia's eyes shone like stars, her fingers tightening on the doorframe:

"If this is mass-produced, the police station's patrol team could be cut by half!

The station will definitely give me a raise!"

Felina arched an eyebrow, her fingertips brushing the back of Li Size's neck:

"Let it fly first before you say anything—don't just think about the police station."

Dew on the factory clearing clung to the drone's fuselage, reflecting the crushed gold of the morning light.

Li Size crouched on the ground, the overalls on his knees showing signs of wear, his fingertips quickly operating the master module.

Felina crouched down beside him, her pale purple eyes fixed on the light screen, her hand unconsciously resting on his shoulder.

Gelia stood a bit further away, her hands in her police uniform pockets, her toes kicking small stones on the ground.

Suddenly, the drone soared into the air, pale green wind spraying from the air duct, the Recording Sphere rotating slowly, and the master module's light screen immediately displayed a 360-degree image:

The red brick walls of the warehouse, the distant wheat fields, and even the birds in the sky were clearly visible.

Gelia's eyes widened, her grip on Felina's arm tightening:

"Oh my god! Even the rust on the warehouse roof is captured perfectly!

You can even see the wing patterns of that fly resting on the rust!"

Felina's eyes shone with pleasant surprise, but she gently patted Gelia's hand:

"Don't fly too high all at once, ascend slowly first—if the wind is strong, it'll be prone to shaking."

Her voice carried a hint of nervousness, her hand unconsciously tightening on Li Size's shoulder.

Li Size's fingertips slid quickly across the master module, adjusting the altitude parameters, and the drone steadily rose to twenty meters.

The Recording Sphere's rotation speed increased to three revolutions per second, and the grains of wheat on the light screen were distinct—even the dew on the wheat awns sparkled like pearls.

Gelia clapped and cheered, her crisp voice drawing sidelong glances from workers in the distance:

"It can replace Patrol Officers on rounds! It can even record at night!

From now on, those thieves sneaking through the streets won't be able to escape!"

Felina crouched down, her hair brushing against Li Size's ear, carrying a faint scent of lavender:

"You just recovered your Mental Energy, don't overexert yourself—the patterns on your brow have faded again."

Li Size took Felina's hand; her hand was warm, while his was somewhat cold from operating the module.

The light screen happened to capture the distant wheat field—the wheat swayed with the wind, and the trajectory of the sliding dew was clearly visible.

"Test flight successful!"

He turned to smile at Felina and Gelia, excitement flashing in his eyes.

Gelia rushed over to catch the landing drone, the hem of her police uniform fluttering like a ball of flame:

"This is really too useful! dear! Can you get a few for my police station?"

Felina leaned against Li Size's shoulder, her weight light and full of trust:

"Now the task of mapping the Monte Province region can be completed very quickly!"

Li Size looked at the drone in Gelia's arms, his fingertips stroking the runes on the master module, a nearly fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

His knuckles turned white from suppressing his excitement, and the Demonic Energy in his palm unconsciously overflowed, condensing into tiny blue points of light in the air.

"This is just the beginning."

He said in a low voice, his tone trembling with excitement,

"Can you imagine thousands of black demonic iron drones swarming like a beehive?

Each one carrying a sorcery version of a firearm...

Hurricane Runes propelling them to blot out the sun, recording modules becoming aiming sights, and pilots in the rear commanding them with master-slave communicators...

The enemy's defensive lines would be torn to shreds like paper under the swarm."