RPAGF Chapter 15 The Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer: The Initial Creation of Sound Power
Chapter 15 The Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer: The Initial Creation of Sound Power
After leaving his home, Lin Zhuo took the elevator straight to the underground level of Hongshui City.
The university he attended was located underground, and similarly, most of the industrial production systems were also situated underground. A network of mines stretched out like an anthill, while tunnels leading to other cities resembled the main branches of a spiderweb, extending into the wasteland beyond the dome.
The underground rock dome was always dark, but the man-made building complex shone like a silver pearl in the deep sea. Every time Lin Zhu looked down from the edge of the elevator, he felt as if he were falling into the dazzling white frosty sea under the moonlight.
There's a reason he came here.
In the collective economic system of the people's community, industrial production projects are planned in a coordinated manner. There are no privately operated processing plants. If people need some odds and ends of industrial products to meet their daily needs, they can submit an application to Chihjiang. If the application is approved, the organization will arrange for the Light Industry and Daily Necessities Distribution Bureau to make the custom production. Usually, the goods can be picked up in two or three days.
Lin Zhuo had an urgent need for the weapon and didn't want to go through the proper procedures, so he went directly to the community workshop and used the small processing center open to the public to forge a weapon he liked.
He obtained his safety operation certificate during his senior year of high school, and with his current level three credit rating, he can freely choose any machine in the workshop.
The machining center in Qixing Community is fairly well-equipped. Lin Zhuo hadn't been there for a while and only then did he notice that they had replaced it with a brand-new CNC milling machine. It was brand new, with shiny paint on the surface, and it was much larger than the old one. It was clearly a top-of-the-line lathe.
Early in the morning, he was the only customer in the workshop. Lin Zhuo sat in front of the spare computer, opened the software and began to draw digital models.
He really missed that feeling. When he was a child, he would come to the workshop with his father, Lin Kangping, on weekends. A group of adults would stay around the machines all day long, working enthusiastically. The bored children couldn't understand the machining process and were not allowed to get close to the dangerous equipment, so they could only play games on these public computers.
Back then, playing multiplayer shooting games on local area networks was all the rage. Lin Zhuo would share a computer with his second sister and third brother, taking turns playing two-player fighting games, with the loser going out. He was always the victor, but he would often give up his spot to the tearful Lin Ci.
I still vividly remember the days when I sat in the back watching my younger siblings playfully bickering; even now, thinking about it makes me laugh.
Now he's become a bored adult, seriously starting to do machining, and he can understand the enthusiasm his parents' generation had for it. Watching the things he envisioned come to life from nothing is a very enjoyable kind of work.
Lin Zhuo used his accumulated work points to exchange for a piece of stainless steel as raw material. In fact, there was also titanium alloy in the workshop warehouse, but the processing difficulty was too high and the working time would be doubled, so he decided to settle for second best.
The final bell was about the size of a palm, spherical in shape, divided into upper and lower hemispheres, with a freely moving iron ball inside the sphere serving as the bell's clapper.
The bell's opening was at the bottom, and he had originally planned to design it to resemble a tiger's mouth with sharp, menacing teeth, and then carve patterns on the outer wall. However, due to time constraints, he didn't do those elaborate details; he could always refine them later when he had more free time.
This special hammerhead weighs nearly three kilograms. He welded the upper and lower hemispheres together and then roughly ground and polished them.
After completing these seemingly simple tasks, a whole morning had passed, and the workshop gradually became more lively, with neighbors greeting each other.
Many acquaintances asked Lin Zhuo what this thing was. Some said it was a fitness ball, but it didn't look like one. If it was a bell, it was too big and too heavy. It was like a small bronze bell, and the sound it made was muffled, like the howl of a strange wild beast in the deep mountains.
After ordering some food from the vending machine for a simple lunch, Lin Zhuo spent his work points to buy a carbon fiber rope, which was 2.1 meters long and two fingers thick.
He didn't install a whip handle, leaving it as a rope, and attached a metal buckle at the end of the rope to hook onto the hanging ring welded to the top of the bell.
"Mission accomplished." Lin Zhuo carefully examined the final product, secretly satisfied.
Ding--
[Process inspection passed, equipment manufacturing successful]
Please name this equipment; you may choose whether or not to leave a comment.
【Snake's Cry (Low Grade, Gray)】
[With charcoal for its bones and metal for its throat, it moves like a snake and rings out like a bell. This oddly shaped chain hammer weapon, crafted by a player, possesses no supernatural qualities, but its craftsmanship is commendable.]
Type: Engineering Products / Handicraft Products
Weight: 3.6 kg
Equipment effects: Sturdy and durable, with a slightly reduced probability of damage; transformable posture, this equipment can be freely disassembled into two independent parts.
My first weapon, I hope it suits my hand. —Fuyou Yue
Lin Zhuo hadn't expected to trigger the crafting assessment on the network, which was actually good news, because certified items could be stored in the player's inventory, so there was no need to worry about carrying them.
He found a secluded corner and tried it out, repeatedly storing the serpent chain hammer in his backpack. Each retrieval was smooth and effortless; with a little practice, he could do it effortlessly.
Thanks to the "transformation stance" effect of the equipment, Lin Zhuo can directly disassemble or assemble the hammer and whip in his backpack. However, even if they are disassembled, they are still treated as a whole and must be taken out together, rather than the whip body or bell separately.
However, he was already satisfied with the results and had no other desires.
Before he knew it, it was already 3 p.m. Lin Zhuo hadn't forgotten his business. There was a group of elementary school students waiting for him to teach at the Iron Horse Association. Elementary school ended at 2:45 p.m., so they might have already arrived at the venue.
On my way to the training venue, I checked my email.
His colleagues at the library all sent messages asking why he had taken leave. In everyone's opinion, Lin Zhuo would arrive at his work station on time even if it were raining knives, unless he had no other choice.
Lin Zhuo found it difficult to explain, and in his reply he simply thanked his colleagues for their concern.
The curator valued him highly and sent him the most messages.
[Qiao Mingyang]: Is Comrade Xiao Lin feeling unwell today? [9:30][Read]
[Joe]: Don't keep things bottled up inside. As a friend, I'm happy to talk to you. [11:21][Read]
[Joe]: Can you come to work tomorrow? [1:25][Read]
[Lin Zhuo]: Thank you for your concern. Something unexpected happened today, everything will be normal tomorrow. [3:06]
[Joe]: That's good :) [3:06]
Lin Zhu shook his head, put away his phone, and realized that developing the mind-altering sonic technique was becoming increasingly urgent. There was no point in saying anything more to someone like Qiao Mingyang, but ignoring him would easily breed resentment; he needed to resolve this as soon as possible.
He tied the long whip around his waist, concealing it with the hem of his shirt. With his right index finger hooked on the bell ring, he gently shook his wrist, and Xuanji True Qi was released from the back of his hand, striking the bell. The bell tongue jumped up and struck the inner wall, producing a melodious sound.
[A new, unnamed, blank skill has been created. Please begin refining the skill's operational principles.]
[A practical demonstration has been detected; data entry is in progress]
……
At 3:15, on the surface of Hongshui City, at the headquarters of the Iron Horse Fighters Association.
The person in charge of the main stadium looked at the group of mischievous elementary school students running around and felt like he had wandered into the monkey mountain of a zoo. If he could control one, the other would run away.
She finally managed to get them all together, and just as she was about to give them a stern lecture, the brats started chattering away, completely ignoring her.
"We're looking for Brother Tang!" "The teacher isn't here, does that mean we can have a holiday?" "Shall we jump rope together? No, let's play hide-and-seek instead!" "I don't want to play, I'm here to exercise."
The young and beautiful Min Peier was no match for these kids. In a panic, she first messaged Tang Jingyun for help, but the guy's face was swollen like a peach-shaped steamed bun, and he refused to go out and embarrass himself.
She hesitated for a moment, then pulled out an address she had saved in her email address book yesterday. This was the personal information Lin Zhuo had left when filling out the form.
[Min Pei-er]: Instructor Lin, can you come today? [3:17][Unread]
The email was sent. She stared intently at the screen, waiting for a reply.
Inside the main stadium, the young trainees trained on their own while secretly observing the lively scene unfolding over there. The head instructors had not yet arrived, and the area was a chaotic mess, like a pot of boiling porridge with all the ingredients just thrown into it, the sounds and colors churning and refusing to blend into the lively and energetic training activity.
At that moment, the stadium's spring-loaded door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure stepped inside.
Boom-!
The humming sound of bells, like the beating of a drum, echoed through the air.
Upon hearing this voice, the self-disciplined young people all felt a sudden calm, as if sensing something. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw the new teacher who had arrived late.
When the bell rang, the children seemed to freeze like chickens and ducks in a thunderstorm, their minds blank, unable to utter a single word. The laughter and noise that had filled the entire venue fell silent.
Thump—thump!
The bell rang as footsteps approached. Lin Zhuo nodded to Min Peier, who breathed a sigh of relief, and then scanned the group of children who had barged into the venue.
"Lin Wubing, step forward." As the eldest brother, he immediately spotted the little guy trying to hide behind the female classmate.