Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 214 Top Assistant Daddy
After suffering a series of setbacks, even the tenacious unicorn retreated to its room and became withdrawn.

Newman, as a new member, was formally introduced to everyone. Following the requirements data provided by Su Ming, he led everyone to begin building the shed.

Su Ming granted Newman the power to use the bone material of the Bone Fortress through the mark.

Newman disassembled the empty carriages and used them to build various structures. Soon, tall roof trusses rose from the ground, various support rods were assembled, and finally, the roof was covered.

The glass was also removed and precisely and securely fitted into a skylight.

As a master engineer with a prestigious title, Newman could easily do this kind of work.

"Finally, a necromancer who knows modeling." Su Ming thought to himself in the carriage.

Unaware that she was being cricketed, Zi Jin carved a sound-producing gem and embedded it in Newman's throat bone. This way, he could communicate with anyone other than Su Ming and Zi Jin through language.
Then everyone began to introduce electricity and hot water systems into the shed, and set up heating and lighting facilities. Newman learned as he went, and quickly mastered the installation skills of these modern devices.

"Why do you need such a big shed?" Newman asked curiously, his small, bony fingers deftly manipulating the electrical wires. "Are you assembling some kind of big machine?"

“That’s right, something at least three times bigger than a motorcycle now,” Violet replied.

"Whoosh!" Newman clapped his little bony hand excitedly. "Such an interesting thing, Mr. Owl, you've been eating too well lately!"

Zijin pinched her forearm; she could now twist off some flesh. "She's definitely eating quite well."

"Wait a minute." Newman suddenly remembered the key question, "What exactly are you going to do with this huge mechanical train?"

“Go pick up our partners,” Violet replied casually. She set up a long workbench in the corner of the shed and moved her portable computer there.

The skeleton servants also brought over several bulging bags, dumping their contents—various alchemical materials—onto the table with a clanging sound.

Newman nodded, deftly wrapping the wire in his hand with insulating tape. "The neutral wire is N." He identified the symbol on the terminal, picked up a screwdriver, connected the power strip, and dragged it onto the workbench to power the violet.

****
After a while, Newman realized something was wrong and asked Violet, "Aren't most of our companions imprisoned in the Divine Might Prison?"

“Yes!” Zijin answered without looking up. She organized the materials needed to modify the train according to the list on the computer screen, numbering and classifying them.

Newman's soul flame suddenly changed color. He remembered seeing piles of alchemical explosives in the carriage, and a large amount of equipment whose specific function he didn't know, but which was clearly a weapon.

The materials that Zijin is carrying in sacks are all more expensive than gold of the same weight!

"Are we... going to raid the Divine Might Prison?" he asked incredulously, pointing at the purple violet, his knuckles trembling.

"Otherwise what?" Violet retorted. "Why don't you go and politely negotiate with the Temple of Light and see if they'll release them?"

“With my skeleton like this, I wouldn’t even be enough to fill their teeth!” Newman exclaimed excitedly. “I designed the main defensive array of the Divine Might Prison. Even if you’re a Saint-level now, you still can’t break through!” The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. “If you don’t want to live, fine, but why did you pull me up—are you after my grave?”

Violet turned to look at Newman, then suddenly patted his bony shoulder excitedly, "That's great! I almost forgot about that!"

Although Violet had deliberately reduced her strength, the half-human skeleton still staggered and almost fell over.

As Newman steadied himself, he muttered, "This body needs some weights!"

He was actually planning to find some metal blocks to increase the weight, but Violet picked him up and tossed him onto the workbench like a toy.

"That's perfect, much easier!" Zijin said. "The task of sorting and processing the magic array materials is now yours! If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that you're better than me at this!"

In this magical otherworld, no special engineering project can be separated from various spells and alchemical arrays. Newman, as a master engineer, is highly skilled in this area.

"...Shouldn't you be focusing on the fact that 'I designed the defensive array of the Divine Might Prison'?" Newman couldn't help but complain.

“I’m even happier now that someone is polishing the stone for me!” Violet replied cheerfully.

The skeleton servant approached and dumped another bag onto the workbench. This time it contained a pile of magic crystal cores, some raw stones, others cut scraps. Judging from their color, the quality of these cores was quite good!
Newman was dumbfounded.

Violet patted Newman's small shoulder and said in a cheerful tone, "Keep it up!"

****
Su Ming linked with the little troublemaker and arrived at the assembly workshop of Jinggong Machinery. The two hinges of the huge doomsday motorcycle chassis had been completely disassembled, and the entire motorcycle was now divided into three sections.

The modification work for section number three has been completed, and engineers from Jingji Heavy Industry are conducting final inspections.

"According to your plan, the teleportation will be divided into three parts," Xiao Cheng reported. "The third segment at the end can begin tonight; the second segment is expected to begin around midnight; and the final segment, the first segment, will begin tomorrow noon."

Since that troublemaker appeared here, the number of workers in the assembly workshop has been steadily increasing. Today, there are even dedicated dispatchers to coordinate the entry, exit, and rotation of personnel.

All non-related workshops in other areas of the factory have stopped operating, and a large number of personnel wearing "visitor" badges have been deployed around the perimeter, indicating that multiple professional teams have been stationed there.

The LM5 rotary machine gun was also removed, and a team that clearly did not belong to Jingji Heavy Industry was inspecting and maintaining it.

The previously relaxed work atmosphere was now tense; the workers consciously stopped chatting and focused intently on their work. They were completely baffled: how could a project that was simply modifying an old car suddenly become such a massive undertaking requiring such a large-scale operation?

Miao Xin glanced behind her; three people had been following her. They maintained a distance, occasionally fiddling with something. When Miao Xin turned around, the three nodded in acknowledgment.

"Miao Xin, how is she?" Su Ming asked.

Behind the goggles, Miao Xin activated the Dark Sea, illuminating the gems in her eye sockets, allowing her to perceive all kinds of ripples within a ten-kilometer radius.

As she became more familiar with the area, Miao Xin began to understand: the power of the gem in her eye socket was not for probing, but for refracting power to distant places and establishing a connection with them—essentially, it was the function of a distance amplifier.

Miao Xin still uses the power of the Nether Sea to perceive the ripples.

"No abnormalities," Miao Xin responded.

[Yes, stay alert!]

"Of course," Miao Xin said.

Su Ming took over control of the little troublemaker and began to carefully inspect the third segment, confirming that all modifications met expectations and that the materials used did not exceed the range of materials available in the other world.

****
The unicorn finally emerged from her room and stubbornly headed for the kitchen. This time, she trusted no one and cooked a pot of rice herself. Hanster, feeling sorry for her, helped her cut five pounds of sausage. When the rice was half-cooked, he added the sausage. The heated sausage released its oil, making the surface of the rice grains glisten, and an enticing aroma quickly filled the entire carriage.

The unicorn couldn't wait for the rice to be fully warmed up and scooped it into her mouth. After she finished the whole pot, her mood finally improved.

Seeing the newly built sheds outside, she thought this otherworldly industrial-style scene play was pretty good, so she took out her easel and stepped out of the carriage.

"Oh, Miss Qiluo, you're here too!" Newman greeted her.

Qi Luo stared at the half-grown skeleton in front of her, and it took her a while to recognize it. She exclaimed in shock, "Little Newman, they actually dug you up!"

“You can use the word ‘hire,’” Newman corrected, disapprovingly. “‘Digging’ is easily misunderstood.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” Qi Luo spread her legs and circled Newman’s skeleton a few times, giving him a disgusted look. “You’re so dirty. Come on, let me wash you!”

"...I'm still working!"

"You've been buried for so long, don't you find the smell strong?" Qiluo clearly wouldn't accept a refusal, and used her hooves to push Newman like a snowball towards a corner of the shed. "Hanstel, set up the pot; Eunice, get the brush; Gospel, put some hot water in the boiler!"

“God says, ‘Hygiene brings glory to the whole family!’” the Gospel proclaims in celebration.

Eunil was a little worried, "Isn't the water in the boiler too hot?"

"What do dead people have to fear from being burned?" Qi Luo replied nonchalantly.

****
After completing the inspection of the third section of the Doomsday Motorbike and confirming that everything was in order, Su Ming disconnected the connection. He printed out the prepared materials list, pressed the call button, and said, "Yunier, I need your help to prepare the materials."

“Okay!” Yuni’s clear voice came through the earpiece. “I’ll be right there.”

There were popping sounds of water vapor coming from the headphones, and I could vaguely hear arguments like, "You've lost weight!" and "How can you not lose weight looking like that!"

Su Ming curiously leaned out of the car window and saw Qi Luo using a long stick to tie Newman's skeleton to the motorcycle's exhaust port, rinsing it with high-temperature steam of over 200 degrees Celsius.

Inside the locomotive cab, the cheerful hymn continues: "Wash your hands frequently, bathe frequently, follow these four habits for good health!"

Su Ming's mouth dropped open; he really didn't know how to describe the scene.

Yunier jogged over, took the materials list from Su Ming, and led her skeleton servants and zombies to the carriage where the materials were stored.

Su Ming shook his head, sat back down in his chair, opened the electronic data transmitted from Earth, and began to carefully read the various instruction documents.

"Su Ming, give me a copy of the electronic document you're looking at," Zi Jin said. "The work on the magic array has been handed over to Newman; I'll assist you here."

"Don't always look at me with an omniscient perspective," Su Ming complained. "For example, you've never even asked me, 'What are you doing?'"

Zijin thought for a moment and decided to follow Su Ming's wishes. [What are you doing?]

【…】

[I've already asked. So, could you send me the "Doomsday Motorcycle Technical Specifications" and "Service Manual" that you're currently reading?]

Su Ming simply moved his laptop into the shed and placed it on the workbench built by Zi Jin, where he and the girl studied the documents together.

The long, complex technical documents left the two of them feeling dizzy and overwhelmed.

Newman returned quickly, his entire body now spotless and white. He went back to his workbench and continued sorting the magic array materials.

Last night, they intercepted Dimitri and his party, and naturally, their carriage was brought back as well. Hanst pulled the unicorn and began unpacking the cargo inside.

They pulled open the car's dashboard, and various colors of gold and green spilled all over the ground. It was a wonder that such a mess could be accumulated in such a harsh and cold place.

Su Ming glanced at them and found that they were all non-magical items, numerous but of limited value. He instructed Hanster to categorize them, and to find an opportunity to dispose of the less valuable ones.

Zijin suddenly sniffed, "It smells familiar!"

She walked quickly to the pile of clutter and soon found a small wooden box that was hidden very well. The box was extremely heavy, and when she opened it, she found seven or eight kilograms of Chenjin inside.

"Not bad!" Zi Jin took out Chen Jin and weighed it in her hand with satisfaction. "It can make the mattress even flatter now."

Newman exclaimed in amazement, "This thing can even smell?"

“Believe in the bond between me and Longzhenjin,” Zijin replied.

Chenjin is very expensive; this small box is worth dozens of times more than the rest of the miscellaneous items in the entire carriage. The lords seem to like exchanging their assets for this kind of otherworldly hard currency, perhaps out of concern for war in the north and to prepare for the future.

Newman picked up the wooden box that Violet had discarded. "This is made of Insulated Wood, it's a good thing!"

Qi Luo also remembered something, took a large bag made of baby swaddle blankets from the train carriage, and threw it in front of Newman, making a jingling sound. "Little Newman, sort through them and see if there's anything usable!"

Newman opened the package and found it full of magical artifacts, most of which were damaged to varying degrees. "Tsk tsk, such a fierce battle—were these seized from the Archmage?" He picked up a staff and weighed it in his hand. "I know the owner of this. He was involved in kidnapping me six months ago! You sent him away?"

"No need to thank us, we didn't intentionally seek revenge for you," said Zijin. "These things that were too badly damaged were dismantled and used as materials."

“You guys are rolling in money.” Newman snapped open a broken bracelet and held it up to examine the contents. “If I had that much money, I’d buy a small country, become king, and live a life of revelry every night. Wouldn’t that be wonderful!”

"What's the point of that?" Violet said with a hint of disdain. "Robbing people along the way is much more fun than that!"

"I've never heard of anyone robbing the Divine Might Prison for fun," Newman muttered. "Whatever, I've already sold my life to you guys, so at worst I'll just end up lying back in my grave."

He turned to the unicorn with its easel set up beside it, "Qiluo, why did you get involved here—are you even thinking straight?"

"Hey!" Su Ming protested, "You can be sarcastic and sarcastic, but why are you using Qi Luo as a normal standard?"

Qi Luo held the paintbrush, looking completely bewildered.

(End of this chapter)