120: Chapter 120 This is called biomechanics!

A beam of rainbow light smashed into the front yard of the Wei family manor.

It was not a meteor.

It was the landing coordinate of a spatial teleportation array.

The bluestone tiles shattered, and the blast wave overturned three lounge chairs in the garden. War Emperor Wei Potian was squatting on the steps eating watermelon; the shockwave sent the rind in his hand flying, slapping it precisely onto the face of the stone lion at the entrance.

"...Who the hell throws a meteorite into someone else's house?"

He wiped the watermelon juice off his face.

The rainbow light dissipated.

In the center of the teleportation array lay a silver-white metal briefcase. The surface of the case was engraved with Qi Yuan's personal emblem—three orbiting stars—and a line of small gold-stamped text: [Titan Furnace System · Core Driver Ver 2.1.3].

A letter was pressed beneath the case.

On the envelope, [To War Emperor Wei Potian] was written in a crooked scrawl, so messy it looked like it had been written by holding a pen with experimental tongs.

War Emperor Wei Potian opened the letter.

The first page.

[Old Wei! My eldest disciple Shen Ye worked through the night to rush out this core driver for the Titan Furnace System! The theoretical foundation of this system is my recently published "Hypothesis of Bidirectional Mana Anchoring Based on Stellar-Level Energy Collapse"—in plain English, it doesn't require equivalent exchange, and the multiplier has no upper limit! Increasing it tenfold in the short term is no problem! Crafted by the fifth-rank peak Shen Ye himself, linked with seven cards, a full heavy industrial armor route—masculine! Dominating! A pure man's route! It's a match made in heaven for your daughter!]

The second page.

[I am extremely curious, which idiot scammer designed those cards for your daughter that involve posing seductively and shouting strange slogans? Such a charlatan is simply a disgrace to the Card Creator world! Playing with your daughter's life—such scum should have their Card Creator license revoked, be expelled from the Sanctuary, and never be allowed to step foot into the Card Creator world again!!!]

The third page.

[By the way, I recently met a peerless genius named Su Bai. This person is only second-rank, yet he proposed the core inspiration for bidirectional mana anchoring; he is simply a once-in-a-millennium genius in materials science! After the National Competition ends, I must introduce you two. This kid has a limitless future, and is as different from your daughter's idiot Card Creator as clouds are from mud.]

War Emperor Wei Potian placed the three pages of the letter on the table.

Then he picked them up again.

Then he put them back down.

He turned his head to look at the silver-white briefcase. The driver inside the case emitted a low and steady mana hum, that unique heavy feeling of the orthodox heavy industrial system. Every mana circuit exuded a rock-solid industrial aesthetic.

Then he thought about Su Bai's Stand Card.

Heart explosion. Posing. Shouting "Za Warudo." The "Wryyy" screech.

He fell silent.

"...Old Qi. That peerless genius Su Bai you mentioned."

War Emperor Wei Potian muttered to the letter.

"Is the same person who provided you with inspiration."

"Which is also."

"The idiot scammer who designed the heart-explosion card for my daughter."

He buried his face in his palms.

This old guy didn't even know he was cursing the same person.

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Wei Xiaoyu had rushed into the yard upon smelling the mana fluctuations.

"Dad! What was that light just now—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

She saw the silver-white briefcase.

"...What is that?"

War Emperor Wei Potian didn't speak. He opened the case lid.

Surging mana fluctuations exploded from the case, and the silver-gray light illuminated the entire yard like daylight. The Titan Furnace driver lay quietly on the black velvet lining; its shell presented the rugged texture unique to heavy industrial forging, and every circuit flowed with a dark orange lava luster.

Wei Xiaoyu's breath hitched.

"This was made by my eldest disciple, Shen Ye. It's the Titan Furnace system, a full heavy industrial armor route."

War Emperor Wei Potian pushed the letter to the other end of the table. "Recommended by Qi Yuan. See for yourself."

Wei Xiaoyu picked up the letter.

The first page.

Her eyes began to shine.

The second page.

The corners of her mouth curled up wildly.

The third page.

She let out an extremely unladylike cackle.

"Hahaha hahaha! Dad! Did you see that! Even Venerable Qi Yuan said that Su Bai is a charlatan!!!"

"Keep reading."

Wei Xiaoyu flipped to the last page.

After seeing the "peerless genius Su Bai" whom Qi Yuan praised highly.

Her laughter stopped abruptly.

"..."

She flipped the letter over to confirm there was no text on the back. She flipped it back and read it again. Then she read it again.

"...The same person???"

"The same person."

"The idiot scammer he cursed and the peerless genius he praised are the same person?!"

"Yes."

"Did Venerable Qi Yuan fry his brain doing experiments?"

"He is a top-tier expert in materials science, a ninth-rank."

Wei Xiaoyu threw the letter back onto the table and pressed hard on her temples. She decided not to think about this problem anymore—the logic of a ninth-rank big shot was not something mortals should try to understand.

Then she looked back at the driver.

Silver-gray shell. Dark orange lava circuits. Rugged industrial texture.

No need to pose.

No need to shout "Za Warudo."

No need to "Wryyy."

No need for heart explosion.

Wei Xiaoyu reached out and touched the surface of the driver.

Mana flowed from her fingertips into her meridians. It was warm, heavy, like a mountain sleeping in her palm.

Her eyes felt a little sore.

"This is how it should be..." Her voice was very low. "What normal girl would use that kind of thing... posing like that... screaming and shouting in front of a live stream... and the heart explodes... who would choose that kind of thing..."

"So you want to choose the cards from Qi Yuan's side?"

War Emperor Wei Potian looked at her calmly.

Wei Xiaoyu opened her mouth.

She suddenly remembered the two slaps Su Bai gave her.

She remembered kneeling in the moonlight, crying and saying, "I know I'm weak."

She remembered Su Bai squatting down to look her in the eye and saying, "Rotten wood can still be carved."

She shrank her neck.

"...But on Su Bai's side—"

"Su Bai slapping you was correct."

War Emperor Wei Potian interrupted her.

"But you choosing a better card is also correct."

Wei Xiaoyu was stunned.

"I only support correct things." War Emperor Wei Potian stood up. His height of over two meters cast a huge shadow in the sunset. "However, since you promised him, you have to go and explain it clearly in person."

"...Are you going?"

"It's not convenient for me to show up." War Emperor Wei Potian coughed. "I'll have your Uncle Tianlong accompany you."

Wei Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.

Uncle Tianlong.

Wei Tianlong.

War Emperor Wei Potian's own younger brother, an eighth-rank peak Berserker, a specially appointed instructor for the Armed Combat course at Jinghai Card Creator Academy—and the person in this generation of the Wei family who doted on her the most.

Whatever she said, Wei Tianlong would listen.

It had been like that since she was little.

"...Okay." Wei Xiaoyu picked up the briefcase, the corners of her mouth curling up uncontrollably. "I'll go with Uncle Tianlong."

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