Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 70, Armed Revolution

Unfortunately, Mo Fan was completely oblivious to the approaching crisis and continued his incessant chatter: "Last time, that 'new energy demon-slaying weapon' almost electrocuted me, a lightning mage—what are you forging this for? For electrotherapy?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao's lips curled slightly. He leisurely lifted the tea lid and glanced meaningfully behind him.

"Is that so?" A deep voice, like the grinding of iron filings, sounded softly from behind Mo Fan.

"Cough cough cough cough—!" Mo Fan's hand trembled, and he almost choked on the tea. He turned around abruptly while coughing violently.

Chen Hongsheng and Ding Yumin were already standing behind him, one with a livid expression and the other with a furious face so black it was almost scabbed over.

"Uncle Chen... Senior Sister Yu Mian... Please let me explain, I was just saying it casually... Creation always requires criticism to improve, right..." Mo Fan chuckled dryly, waving his hands and backing away repeatedly.

“That’s right, we’ll process it for you right away.” Ding Yumin beckoned with her finger, her fist already ablaze with flames.

"It must be a malfunction in his brain circuitry; it needs some serious repair." Chen Hongsheng said, as he pulled out a wrench and pliers from behind his back, clapping them together twice, sparks flying.

Zhao Manyan silently pushed his teacup aside and muttered, "Sure enough, you can insult anyone, just don't go around saying things that might offend the blacksmith..."

"No, no, no, no! Senior Yu Mian, let's talk this out. Fighting will hurt our feelings!"

"Begging for mercy now? It's too late!"

"Eat my punch!"

"Take this wrench!!!"

"Awoooo ...

……

Chen Hongsheng and Ding Yumin were already frustrated enough that they couldn't develop any decent products, and Mo Fan's barrage of words was just asking for trouble.

In the end, to save his own life, Mo Fan gritted his teeth and agreed to donate five million to the forge, which finally managed to coax Fire Fist and Wrench back. Seeing this, Zhao Manyan also obediently took out five million, contributing to Chen Hao's forge.

In just two months, Chen Hao had poured a full 20 million into the forging workshop—and the results were embarrassing to even mention. Forget about shocking the academy, he didn't even have a single piece that could be displayed at a stall.

The machines, materials, and courses are ridiculously expensive, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Only a hardcore gamer like Chen Hao, who frequently ventures into the wilderness, could pull it off by sheer willpower.

During this time, he had been pondering a question:
Are there things that are not yet widespread in the magic dimension, but have been thoroughly explored in the technology dimension?

Could he simply copy one and achieve high returns at low cost?

The first thing that popped into my mind was, naturally, firearms.

This thing has an extremely simple structure: a sealed barrel, plus a filling material that can explode and create high-pressure gas, can launch a metal block at a lethal speed.

But problems also arise:

Such a simple thing, has the magical world never actually created it?

You know, this place even has airplanes. As a highly modernized world, how could it be that no one has ever made a decent gun barrel?
The more Chen Hao investigated, the more suspicious he became.

He scoured the early archives of the development of the magic industry, consulted countless ancient books and research documents, and finally caught a trace that had been deliberately concealed in the mottled pages of ancient books.

……

—In the year 1768 of the Magic Calendar, human civilization ushered in a new era that would determine its fate.

The first magical industrial revolution quietly ignited in the laboratory of the Blacksteel Research Institute in Europe.

That year, the world's first water-fire dual-core magic stone power array was activated, and humanity mastered the industrial application of structured magic for the first time.

Magic was no longer the exclusive domain of spellcasters; it began to drive machines, push gears, and ignite furnaces, ushering in the era of the mechanization of magic.

Various new types of machinery emerged rapidly: textile machines, smelting tables, automatic lathes, mining trains... and even wind-powered aircraft completed their first short-range test flight that year.

Closed villages and towns were opened up, allowing people at the grassroots level to travel, communicate, and organize, and ideas began to collide across regions.

Human civilization has entered an unprecedented period of expansion.

The most revolutionary change was the surge in the number of spellcasters. With the mining of demonic territories, magic stones and awakening stones began to flood the market.

Magic began to open its doors to ordinary people.

"As long as you have mental strength and can afford an Awakening Stone, anyone can cast spells."

This statement became the most fanatical belief of that era.

Taking this opportunity, humanity rapidly expanded its territory, becoming the world's most powerful magical civilization.

Yet, amidst this radiant light hailed as the dawn of civilization, Chen Hao discovered an extremely bizarre historical gap.

—"Armed Revolution".

Almost all orthodox historical records avoid mentioning this term and remain vague about it.

But Chen Hao still managed to piece together a startling truth from several human manuscripts hidden in a corner of the old academy building:

That was the era when firearms were invented.

It does not rely on magic, does not require chanting, and does not even need magical power—it can create killing tools that can pierce through the bones of demons using only materials, physics, and mechanics.

Cold and impersonal, yet extremely efficient.

The magical world possesses far greater resources than the technological world; its energy is more potent, its metals more robust, and its weapon-forging techniques are even more outrageous.

When these advantages are incorporated into a thermal weapon system, the results are, unsurprisingly, far more horrifying than imagined.

Some firearms have calibers larger than tank cannons, and some even have embedded magic arrays, enabling them to penetrate thousands of meters, kill silently, and pierce armor with a single shot.

Precise, lethal, low barrier to entry, ignoring differences in skill level.

With this thing, force is no longer the exclusive domain of spellcasters.

Magic is no longer a barrier between social classes.

The world order trembled as a result.

Chen Hao stared at the blurry and incomplete records, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"What exactly happened back then?"

"Who is deliberately erasing this history? And who is afraid of this power?"

He had a vague feeling that this was not simply a technological blockade, but rather—a fear of "human intelligence itself".

As long as the majority of the world's population remains ordinary people, firearms will always be an uncontrollable seed of unrest.

It's not that it can't be made, but... it can't be made to be made again.

He temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​putting this thing on the market.

It's fine to use them secretly, but if one day I get carried away and start mass production, selling them for five thousand or ten thousand each, anyone could have one, and "magical weapons" that can instantly kill mid-level mages would be everywhere...

By then, the world will truly be in complete chaos.

The Holy Tribunal will probably just put Chen Hao on a cross and burn him.

……

After several more months of arduous work, the forging institute had invested a total of 50 million yuan, leaving the three of them exhausted and anxious. Fortunately, they finally achieved results.

Since firearms were not an option, Chen Hao decisively changed course and focused on the less obvious approach, starting with throwable weapons!

Fragmentation bomb! High explosive bomb! Shock bomb!
Thus it was born.

(End of this chapter)