Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 207 Su Ming's Literary Achievements
Price's White Scattered Cavalry and Emilio's City Guard Cavalry, combined, numbered over a thousand, with more than a hundred mid-ranking combatants. That such a force could falter against Dimitri's weakened remnants suggests that the two men were likely outmaneuvered.

“Most of the Lords’ Alliance’s army has fled,” Violet said. “However, they have lost almost all of their supplies and weapons, and it will be difficult for them to recover for a long time. As for the Red Fruit Slope unit that was impersonating the White Scatter Cavalry, they have already dispersed and gone into hiding.”

"That's really efficient!" Su Ming exclaimed. "Didn't they catch Dimitri himself?" he asked.

“Of course not,” Violet said. “Don’t you know he’s a cunning old fox?”

Given Dimitri's character, this was a predictable outcome. As for Emilio and General Price, unless they made a serious mistake, Daphne wouldn't actually behead them, but she would punish them.

This is what they deserve.

“Price has a large amount of spoils at the Lords' Alliance's base and asked if we need them.” Violet pulled out a list and handed it to Su Ming.

Su Ming browsed through the materials; Zi Jin had already selected a small number, but not many caught her eye. Su Ming took out a pen and circled the more upscale metal items. "Perfect for replenishing my material library."

Su Ming returned the list to Zi Jin. Zi Jin used the repaired communication tower to contact General Price's command headquarters and sent the list over.

Soon we received a reply from Price: "The packing list is known, and we will arrange shipment immediately."

Incidentally, the current communication tower of the Youth Civilization Unit is officially designated as the "Third Logistics Department of the White Scattered Cavalry of the Cold Mountain Kingdom," so it is perfectly legitimate to dispatch supplies.

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Miao Xin contacted Su Ming, and Sangzi Studio provided feedback. This was the new IT service team that Ling Wen had arranged for them.

“I really liked that Millet Millet Studio before,” Su Ming said. “They actually managed to solve and upgrade the Bone Mark.”

“That’s a team from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences,” Ling Wen sighed, wanting to say something but remaining silent.

Agricultural Academy? Su Ming was too lazy to find out which alias it was; he figured they were all just doing the same thing.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" he asked Ling Wen.

“They did a great job managing four supercomputers and thousands of programmers and mathematicians, including the Bone Imprint,” Ling Wen said. “But that’s where the problem lies. Su Ming, there are other things involved that I can’t say from my position, but someone will come to talk to you soon and explain it clearly.”

"Alright, let me get the doomsday motorcycle sorted out," Su Ming replied. "We need to get it back up and running as soon as possible in this other world."

"of course."

Su Ming opened the chat software, and "Sangzi Studio" sent him a completed mini-program: based on the data of the new locomotive, a model for calculating load and speed was created.

Su Ming unfolded his phone and ran the program directly on it. Connecting with Ling Wen had at least one advantage: after using such a beat-up phone, they were now fortunate enough to have a tri-fold one.

By inputting road data, load, and resupply plans, the software quickly produces results, and with the return trip included, the remaining journey can be shortened by at least twenty days.

"Great!" Su Ming switched back to the Youth Civilization Unit's work area. "Zijin, the data is in. After the new locomotive is modified, our tunnel excavation time can be extended to more than a month."

"Oh?" Violet did some mental calculations. "So, I don't need to deceive Daphne anymore?"

"Actually, there's still a bit of a shortfall," Su Ming said. "But now, whether it's on Earth or in the North, the resources we can utilize have increased significantly, so we should be able to make up for it!"

Violet was quite pleased. "That's right. If we offend Daphne, we'll pay the price later."

"Hey, weren't you the one who strongly advocated for this plan?" Su Ming said with dissatisfaction. "I thought you were fearless."

“No way,” Zijin admitted. “I didn’t expect the second princess of the Hanshan royal family to be such a difficult type. Making an enemy of someone as intelligent, resourceful, and persistent as her is very troublesome.”

“Miss Zijin, I’m curious about something,” Su Ming said, “In the past few months, I haven’t encountered any easy enemies while following you, have I?”

Violet blinked. "Is that so?"

"So, where are the 'easy' enemies we can provoke?"

"Perhaps they were all accidentally killed?"

****
Su Ming was a little more relaxed today, so he went to the Doomsday Motorcycle workshop site again.

Inside the enormous factory, steel and equipment lay scattered about, and machines and people moved about busily. The workshop was warm, even in winter, and most workers wore only a coat.

The apocalyptic motorcycle was disassembled to the point that its original shape was unrecognizable. The workers were divided into several groups, working hard to complete a completely incomprehensible requirement from a bizarre client.

To expedite the process, staff are now working in three shifts. The factory has closed most of its other production areas to relocate personnel.

Small holes are now being drilled into the smooth protective plate, and diamond-shaped bases are being welded on. The gantry crane above is moving slowly, and taut steel cables are transferring components; several workers are positioning the components around the perimeter and directing the lowering with hand gestures.

Not far to the side, a row of electrical cabinets had been removed, and several workers were modifying the circuits and reorganizing the logic control. Several engineers were also working on their laptops, rewriting industrial control programs.

"Why delete the lubricant detection and related alarms?" an engineer asked, puzzled.

"I also need to make the touchscreen reject horseshoe-shaped touch controls." Another engineer was equally puzzled, "Would a horse get into the cab and start randomly pressing buttons?"

On the locomotive side, someone shouted, "Power on the blower for testing!" The workers quickly stepped back, and the electrician cleared the circuit breaker. An indicator light on one circuit lit up, and a set of fan blades began to spin in unison.

Su Ming glanced at it; everything was rotating counter-clockwise.

One worker said to his coworker, "I told him I wanted to change the phase."

"How is that possible? I'm connected to the generator's output—it must be the inverter that's set to the reverse order."

"I'll bet you a pack of cigarettes, you dare!"

"No gambling!"

The electrician cut off the power and pulled out the isolating switch. Everyone continued working, quickly investigating the problem.
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"Miao Xin, take over for a moment," Su Ming suddenly said.

Disconnecting from the troublemaker, the focus returned to the work compartment. Violet looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a bit sentimental." Su Ming wiped the corner of his eye with his fingertip; the scene just now reminded him of his time on Earth.

The enhancement of the White Bone Mark actually brought a side effect: if Su Ming's emotional fluctuations were not carefully controlled, they would cause ripples in the mark's energy, which Zi Jin couldn't possibly be unaware of.

He's starting to understand what Miao Xin felt about Youhai becoming an emotional indicator. This situation won't gradually disappear until he's familiar with the amplified imprint energy.

It wasn't just Violet who needed to adapt to the upgraded Bone Mark.

Zijin didn't press the matter further, instead changing the subject, "Why did you have Qiluo buy printing paper and ink in Bubing City?"

“I ordered a large printing press on Earth, and it needs to be compatible with the paper here.” Su Ming said, tapping his head. “I almost forgot about it if you hadn’t mentioned it. There’s something I forgot to tell Miao Xin.”

He turned on his computer and found the outline of his novel that he had written earlier. "A large printing press?" Zi Jin asked, puzzled. "We have enough printers now."

"It's used for printing and selling books," Su Ming said.

He reconnected with Miao Xin, asking her to "help me find some online writers and commission articles."

"[A commissioned article?]" Miao Xin asked, puzzled. "You're so young, and you're already writing your own autobiography?"

"No, it's about writing short stories set in another world, 50,000 to 100,000 words each," Su Ming explained. "Write according to the outline I gave you, one hundred stories to start with. The quality doesn't need to be high, and the pay shouldn't exceed 8 yuan per thousand words."

Su Ming used the little prickly boy's phone to record the outline he had cobbled together, such as:
The Ritual Under the Robe

Temple Investigator

Sister Nun's Room

Night Shift Church

The plots differ, but without exception, they are all lowbrow stories containing a large amount of dark content about the Temple of Light.

[Wow, that's amazing!] Miao Xin exclaimed in admiration. [Depraved, indiscriminate! I didn't realize you were such a repressed pervert.]

"Of course, if it's not exciting, how can it attract viewers?" Su Ming said.

Su Ming was disgusted when the Church of Light tried to use the historical record system on him.

Compared to this, Su Ming is no longer sleepy! By mixing street literature with intimate storylines and combining it with the cheapness and high productivity of modern printing lines, Su Ming is confident that he can penetrate the cultural market of this other world to a level that his enemies can only dream of.

While the temple can rewrite "official" documents, the sheer volume of its massive audience will overwhelmingly erode public opinion, turning it into a mudslide. Meanwhile, some of the "masterpieces" will circulate within "high society."

[Miss Miao, what advice do you have?] Su Ming was somewhat displeased with Miss Yuanling's pointing and whispering.

Miao Xin actually wanted to revise it, but ultimately gave up. [Forget it, the novel I'm reading about flower markets is probably too advanced for otherworldly beings.]

Su Ming didn't understand this field, but he wisely didn't ask and quickly finished typing out the world background and story outline.

"I'll go find Ling Wen; their channels should be faster," Miao Xin said.

【it is good. 】

****
Miao Xin quickly replied, but Ling Wen scoffed at Su Ming's plan and offered their revised proposal:
Incense and Drugs: The Truth Behind Naked Exorcism Ritual

"The Pope's Staff: How Do Handsome Young Men in White Manipulate the Millennial Papacy?"

The Confessional in the Night: Ten Nightly Lessons the Nuns Dared Not Speak Of

Blasphemy: An Investigation into the Collective Cases of Claims of "Conception by the Holy Spirit"

Sylvie, the Failed Nun

Following that are color illustration design schemes, with a text-to-image ratio of 1:1, and there are even dedicated picture books.

"How did it turn into an investigative literature genre?" Su Ming asked.

[Sister Lingwen means that the copywriting should give readers the feeling of an investigative news report, significantly raising the audience's level.] Miao Xin said, [Let them enjoy the pleasure of critically analyzing from a high vantage point while reading.]

But what about the underprivileged?

Don't worry—those people are illiterate anyway; illustrations and picture books are the way to go!

Su Ming then realized his mistake. The literacy rate and cultural awareness in this other world were very different from those on Earth, with most people at the bottom being illiterate.

Those who are literate naturally belong to the relatively "upper class" in this other world, and they need to be provided with both dignified appearances and the satisfaction of erotic values.

Okay.

This plan is missing a crucial element: efficient translation between the two worlds' languages. Once this is achieved, even if Su Mingming loses in the other world without a censored god, his homeland's entertainment industry won't suffer such a loss of face!
****
Ice City.

As the largest city in the central Icefield, the city is filled with a festive atmosphere. Passing through the tall city gate, one is greeted by red bricks and white roofs. The biting cold wind is kept out by the city walls, and bonfires can be seen everywhere—this is the core custom of the Frostfire Festival in the North.

Frost congeals into auspiciousness, and flames dispel the gloom.

The city was much warmer, and the trio took off their cloaks.

Yunier, who has lived on Brown Gold Island for many years, was very surprised and curious about the bustling city in this other world, asking questions and looking around.

"Su Ming asked me to buy printing paper!" Qi Luo said to the other two. "Meet me at the entrance of the banquet hall—no, the prayer hall!"

Before the two could answer, she disappeared in a flash.

Hanster sighed helplessly and could only wander around the city with Eunir. He had a ring worth a thousand gold coins in his pocket and had originally planned to find some fun, but seeing Eunir's unfamiliar and curious look, he had to give up.

He took out a few silver coins. "Shall we eat something to fill our stomachs first? The Frostflame Prayer Meeting at the Temple of Light doesn't start serving food until after nine o'clock at night."

“Yes, Mr. Hanster,” Eunice replied happily, and began looking for a food shop she liked on the street.

Meanwhile, in another block, the unicorn ran into a clothing store. When she reappeared, she had switched to her girl form. She straightened her clothes, hummed a little tune, and asked passersby about a publishing house called "Sanghe Tuhui". Soon, Qiluo found her target and excitedly ran inside.

The first floor of the publishing house was a bookstore, and at this moment only the owner and the shopkeeper were checking the accounts. Qiluo walked over and put down the package she had been carrying.

"Miss, we're closed for the day," said the owner of Sanghe Pictorial Publishing House. There were no regular employees working there anymore.

The shopkeeper stood up. "Miss, you seem to be from out of town, right? It's fate that we meet. What books do you need? I'll help you find them."

“I’m not here to buy books,” Kira replied. She opened the package and took out a stack of drawings. “I’ve long admired your company; I’m here to sell my drawings.”

She slammed her elbow on the counter, and the poor wooden furniture immediately creaked under the strain.

The shopkeeper, assuming the counter needed repair, took Qiluo's artwork without much thought. He peeled back the hard cover paper, which read "Motorcycle and Bone Dragon," revealing more than ten neatly stacked color illustrations inside. The paper was of excellent quality, Fabriano paper made from linen, cotton, and gelatin.

This pleased the shopkeeper. He looked at the first painting, which depicted a handsome young man with unusually dark eyes and hair. Behind him was a strangely shaped long motorcycle parked in the snow.

Ordinary landscape and portrait paintings? The shopkeeper looked up at Qiluo and couldn't help but wonder if she had really come because of his reputation.

(End of this chapter)