Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 325 The Junk King's Armory
Having finally digested her dinner, the Mechanist put down her handheld game console, got up from the dining table in the boathouse, yawned, and went to her neighbor's house to check out her mage brother's construction skills. The meticulous and rigorous architectural style that greeted her amazed her.

The house appears to be made of concrete and steel plates, but in fact, all the building materials are filled with active mycelium, and only the surface is covered with a hard mimicry layer.

There are no unnecessary seams throughout the building, as if it were cast from a mold. The furniture inside is complete, simple in style but not crude, and has been meticulously chamfered, with edges and corners treated very smoothly, so that it will not be damaged even if bumped.

She spent hours decorating her house and workshop, then happily went out to find her teammates, ready to give the mage a big compliment on his skills.

Passing through the forest plaza, deep within the Fungus Forest, came the muffled sounds of fighting, followed by a series of sudden roars.

"Is this some kind of gladiatorial arena?"

Following the sound, the mechanic saw hundreds of green orcs fighting. They weren't very tall, the largest being only about six feet tall, but their muscles were as full as freshly steamed bread. They fought like primitive people, and the aftershocks of their battle could easily cause old trees in the rainforest to wail and break.

As the Mechanic approached the edge of the battlefield, she glanced at the naked mushroom-like figures a couple more times, immediately drawing eye-rolls from several green-skinned individuals. "What are you looking at!" "Little sprout!" "Beat her up!"

"Hey, no, I'm your ally!" The Mechanist's expression turned bitter. As the fist, as big as a sand bowl, came crashing down, her spine suddenly began to emit a dazzling silver light. The armor hidden in her bone marrow suddenly turned into billions of particles that surged out of her body and condensed into a layer of fitted, fully enclosed armor.

Before the rough, green fist could land on the surface of the armor, it suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

The mutant mushroom-men, who had suddenly attacked, were forced to the ground by an invisible force, curled up into a ball, and rolled to the side. After they got up again, they had forgotten what had happened and continued to happily beat each other.

"You're here?" Lin Bo's figure emerged from the depths of the woods. He looked at the Mechanist's exquisite and precise living armor and recalled that she had indeed mentioned this development project during their casual conversation. It seemed that it had already yielded considerable results.

"Brother mage, are these orcs clones of you?"

"It's a mushroom."

"Such a wild mushroom!"

"Don't be fooled by its crudeness; it actually has the potential to develop into a civilization."

Lin Bo casually explained his design concept. The Mechanist stared wide-eyed, looking like she thought, "Is this even possible?" But she quickly accepted it, after all, the multiverse is full of wonders.

When the original two green-skinned mushroom people fought each other to death, their offspring did indeed inherit psionic talents and possessed special racial characteristics; they were born with the ability to combine psionic powers.

Even without telepathy, the Greenskins are a unified whole in the unseen realm. As long as they gather together, they can spontaneously construct a collective imaginary field, a psionic network.

The mysteries of the mutant mushroom souls are not fully known even to a creator like Lin Bo. The moment a creature separates from its creator, it has already opened up a new world.

Lin Bo has already taken the time to use the indictment feature to find out the true name of the race.

Subsequently, his support rate soared to 60% (Your people revere your leader).

These green-skinned people have a very limited concept of hierarchy; they only care about who has the biggest fist.

If Lin Bo beats each of them up, his approval rating will probably rise to 80%. If he then takes them to the battlefield for a big fight, his approval rating will be at its maximum.

The mechanic asked where his other teammate was, but soon spotted the barbarian's location.

As the founder of the Raging Tide school and the progenitor of all green-skinned mushrooms, the female orc was not treated differently by these fungal barbarians, so she used her fists and feet to teach them respect.

To the greenskins, the barbarian was a formidable creature, but she was ultimately not a greenskin. Despite their similar appearance and shared psionic powers, their blood, the mycelium, and the spores within them did not recognize her. The barbarian, in turn, did not consider them her own kind; her fights with the greenskins were a lesson in their own right.

It should be said that Lin Bo's design was successful. As their numbers increased, the Internet, which used psionic energy as a carrier, transmitted data, causing the Orks' mental structure to evolve. Their eyes were no longer innocently clear, but gradually became cunning.

All knowledge that is beneficial to war is marked by programs set in their minds. Scattered knowledge inherited from their ancestors is uploaded to the psionic network, which is equivalent to cloud storage. When an individual user has a strong thirst for knowledge, a certain prophetic psionic energy is spontaneously born and downloads the required knowledge from the cloud, which is then reflected in the Greenskins' minds and applied through practice.

After being beaten up by the barbarian patriarch several times, a few mushroom-headed guys finally got it and started crafting weapons and armor by hand.

The psionic internet is different from the electromagnetic network; it truly possesses miraculous power. Greenskins only need to desire it and be driven by strong emotions to manifest their supernatural abilities.

It doesn't matter that their clumsy fingers can't create fine weapons; as long as they believe that the rotten wood in their hands is a good weapon, they can be empowered by psionic energy, producing an enchanted effect, and can cut down tree trunks with wooden swords.

Lin Bo sensed the potential of this collective psionic network. Given time, he wouldn't be surprised if these orcs could recreate the most mysterious and sophisticated technological data he uploaded in a unique way.

The mage could see that a magnificent psionic dragon was protecting the greenskin, which was newly born and still weak, yet already roaring like thunder.

The mechanic followed Lin Bo, and the surrounding fungal barbarians, who were oblivious to the enormous size of their leader, were all afraid of him and dared not approach. Only occasionally would one or two be punched by their companions and sent flying in front of them, but they would immediately roll up and run away.

After observing for a moment, she noticed that these greens seemed to be making technological advancements, so she asked a crucial question: "Can they shoot guns?"

"You can learn it," the monk said succinctly, then asked, "Did you bring it?"

"Bring it."

"How many?"

"Seven hundred thousand broken guns, which can be modified to be usable, and bullets of all calibers, a total of several million rounds of random stuff." The mechanic rubbed his chin.

She possesses a storage item enchanted with the power of war, capable of storing an unlimited amount of military-type weapons and equipment, as well as various junk. According to her, it includes not only guns, but also thousands of tanks from different eras, a crashed small spaceship, tens of thousands of heavy artillery pieces, and other scrap metal.

"You've got quite a few ways to pick up trash," Lin Bo said with admiration.

"Don't let its dilapidated appearance fool you, the technology behind it is quite advanced. Most of the dungeons I run are technology-based, including interstellar war and apocalyptic scenarios. All you need to do is provide the people in the dungeon world with resources like food and water, and you can easily collect a huge amount."

The Mechanist collects all sorts of technological junk, firstly to dismantle and decipher the technology, and secondly to recycle valuable components and metal materials. She has already used up much of this wealth she carries with her.

Before long, a pile of miscellaneous guns appeared on the ground. They were old and mostly damaged, with different shapes, but the technology was acceptable. There were also many interstellar weapons, but they were severely damaged.

A green-skinned man approached, picked up a machine gun from the ground, and swung it around like a club to beat up his fellow green-skinned men. Suddenly, he accidentally pulled the trigger, and the remaining bullets flew out with a loud explosion, leaving dozens of holes in several green-skinned men nearby.

The gunshot silenced the noisy arena for two breaths.

"Wow!!" the green-skinned men cheered and roared.

The psionic dragons hovering above them grew increasingly excited.

Lin Bo casually brushed away the bullets that hit him and nodded to the mechanical engineer beside him, "Let's give them some to practice on first, and then we'll use better ones later. When can the power armor be manufactured?"

(End of this chapter)