Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 215 Doomsday Motorcycle Teleportation

“And we have many accomplices on this trip,” Su Ming said. “The current Star Queen, Catherine, is also a member.”

"...Did she go crazy from giving birth?" Newman asked incredulously.

“And your student, Princess Daphne, whom you have a romantic relationship with.” Violet patted her shoulder blade.

Newman's bone claws stopped abruptly. "I've only been dead for half a year—has this world been invaded by an evil god?!"

“You’ll get used to it!” Violet said cheerfully. “By the way, transfer the copyright of your collection of papers to me, and you’ll get a royalty fee.”

"Don't even think about it!"

****
The morning passed quietly amidst busy work and casual conversation. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the shed, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Su Ming took a nap after lunch. He had gotten into a fight while chasing Dimit last night and had also gotten up very early this morning, so he was clearly sleep-deprived.

He slept very soundly and didn't get up until 3 p.m.

Stretching lazily, Su Ming strolled to the shed, but didn't see the scholar lady. Newman was holding his shotgun, with a table full of disassembled ammunition in front of him.

"Good afternoon," Su Ming greeted.

"This afternoon is bad." Newman's tone was clearly disgusted, his soul fire flickering. "What kind of rubbish ammunition have you guys made? What a waste of such good weapons!"

As he spoke, he loaded a reassembled bullet into the chamber, pulled back the bolt with a "snap," and fired a shot at a round wooden target next to him.

The thick wood was pierced instantly, and the bullet went through the bone-like walls of the shed.

The poor little skeleton was also knocked to the ground by the powerful recoil, rolling around before bouncing up. Newman casually tossed the bulky gun, which was only a head shorter than him, back onto the table and continued to work on modifying the ammunition.

The workbench was piled high with various odds and ends of alchemy materials, some of which were scraps salvaged from the loot Qi Luo had brought back. Even the adamant wooden box that had previously been used to store the Chenjin had been cut into pieces.

Su Ming then truly realized that he had completely underestimated the value of having an engineering master join the team. Although Zi Jin's abilities were quite comprehensive, she couldn't compete with this person, who was also a titled expert. The prestige of being one of only two in this other world was indeed not to be underestimated.

Compared to all the scattered odds and ends, Newman was the biggest gain during this period!

Su Ming's slow realization was probably because he was used to having the scholar girl by his side.

****
A familiar presence suddenly appeared within his perception range; it was Zi Jin returning. Su Ming opened the door of the shed, and the girl flew in on a broomstick.

A large wild boar was tied to the broom, which looked like it had just been hunted.

Meanwhile, Kira and Yunier also drove back in their snowmobile, the truck bed piled high with all sorts of fresh vegetables.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming asked.

"Little Newman's joining us is definitely something to celebrate!" Qiluo jumped out of the car, excitedly saying, her ponytail swinging merrily with her movements.

Upon hearing this, Newman's soul fire in his eye sockets twisted into the shape of a dead fish eye, and he glanced sideways at the jubilant crowd. "Celebrate with a big meal? Look at me, do I look like someone who can eat?"

However, no one paid any attention to his protests; Qiluo and Hanster had already begun a heated discussion about tonight's menu. Zijin untied the wild boar from the broom and tossed it at the feet of the foodies: "It's your turn!"

"Don't worry!" Hanster gestured as if he had been given the order, while Qiluo beside him was equally eager to get started.

“Wouldn’t it be faster to treat the pig hair with high-temperature steam?” Yunier suggested.

As long as she doesn't cook herself, she's a smart, clever, and lovable girl.

“That makes sense. A live pig can’t be as hardy as Newman.” Hanster nodded in agreement.

Newman, standing nearby, angrily loaded the newly assembled bullet into the chamber and fired again with a "bang." This time, although the bullet did not penetrate the wooden target, it almost split the entire piece of wood in two.

Seeing this result, he finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

****
The new communication signal came through; it was a message from General Price—his transport team had delivered the goods to the designated location.

Su Ming immediately dispatched a drone to investigate, and sure enough, the supplies were found in a valley five kilometers away. After unloading the goods, the transport team left as ordered.

Violet led out the few Frostmane Giant Wolves. "Yunier, let's go pick up the goods."

Yunier was somewhat afraid of the Frostwolf, but she still mustered her courage and approached, carefully placing her hand on the wolf's back to feel the warmth emanating from its thick fur.

Violet grabbed Yunier by the back of her collar and tossed her onto the wolf's back like a kitten, then lightly leaped onto its back herself. Amid Yunier's panicked screams, the giant wolf shot out of the shed like an arrow.

Seeing this, the remaining frost-maned giant wolves hesitated and stood still. Su Ming, seeing this, untied the long whip from his waist and lashed it hard at the snow at their feet.

"Snap!" The crisp sound of the whip sent snow and dirt flying everywhere.

The Frostmane Wolves then hurriedly chased after the alpha wolf and fled.

After a while, the wolf sled team returned fully loaded, pulling a large amount of miscellaneous military equipment and supplies into the shed, all of which Su Ming had previously selected.

Newman put down his work and came over to check. "The Ripper Rune Cannon! The Mobile Military Shield! This equipment is enough for a small-scale battle!"

“Tear them all apart, break them down and sort them!” said Violet. “We’ll use them as materials.”

"Teared it down?" Newman's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. "These are all good things!"

"It is their honor to be chosen as material by Su Ming," Zi Jin said calmly.

The skeleton servants had brought in scales, wrenches, and a cutting machine, while Yunier held a file, ready to record everything in detail.

The main point is to be familiar with the process!
Newman felt a pang of heartache watching this, so he decided to turn away and continue organizing the unfinished alchemical materials, muttering something under his breath.

Violet picked up a piece of parts removed from the cannon and smashed it on Newman's head with a "Duang," finally silencing Newman in frustration.

****
Dinner was a little later than usual and exceptionally lavish. The wild boar meat was prepared into several different dishes; some of the offal was made into a thick soup, while the rest was stewed. Su Ming took a bite; although it inevitably had a slightly gamey taste, it was still within acceptable limits.

A bonfire was lit in the center of the work shed, its warm light reflecting on everyone's faces. Violet took out the corn liquor she had bought earlier in Turkmenistan and happily drank half a cup. Newman, though still sharp-tongued, poured himself a cup of liquor and splashed it into the mouth of his skull, saying, "Thank you all for the welcome!"

The atmosphere was lively and cheerful, and Qiluo even hummed a little tune happily. With everyone's tacit approval, she devoured all the food.

The unicorn's good mood lasted until the moon rose, when Su Ming urged her to activate the "Aura of Dedication" in order to transfer the components of the Doomsday Motorbike.

"So you fed me today just so I'd have to work?!" Qi Luo jumped up in anger. "No, it was all about me from the start—no wonder Elisa went hunting wild boar!"

Hanster took two spice-marinated wild boar legs from the kitchen and roasted them over the fire in front of her.

"...Since you're so sincere!" Qi Luo snorted, pouted, and ran into the moonlight, unfurling her golden-green halo.

With the materials and beast jinchūriki ready, Su Ming took a deep breath, focused his mind, and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the workshop on Earth—the third section of the Doomsday Motorcycle was quietly parked in an unused factory building, and the surrounding area had already been cleared.

Su Ming looked around. Besides Ling Wen and Xiao Cheng, there were more than a dozen people wearing visitor badges a little further away, setting up professional equipment to record information. They were moving with extreme caution, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Further out, an entire team was on guard, their work emanating from them clearly visible to Miao Xin. She could see that everyone was filled with tension, excitement, and curiosity.

Although these people tried their best not to look this way, almost all their attention was on the little troublemaker.

"Boss, this is your first live performance, don't embarrass yourself!" Miao Xin teased.

"The first teleportation went smoothly," Su Ming replied. "The final one tomorrow at noon, though, is probably unlikely."

In the other world, a magic circle for summoning all things spread out in a ring on the ground, centered on Su Ming. Having been dragged along by Zi Jin to draw the magic circle during this time, Su Ming hadn't been without progress.

He raised his hand, and the little troublemaker in the workshop simultaneously raised his bone claws. A bunch of crystalline things appeared at his fingertips. Su Ming looked at them distractedly, which caused his mental sea to ripple, almost causing the magic array to collapse.

【Miao Xin!】Su Ming was furious, holding up her bone-like finger studded with pink diamonds, 【When did you get your nails done?!】

"...It's rare to have a few days off, isn't it?" Miao Xin said boastfully. "I used to work at a nail salon. How about it, pretty, right? It suits your debut look, doesn't it!"

Helpless, Su Ming tried to shift his attention away from the shiny nail polish and refocus his mind.

As the intensity of the magic output increased, fine cracks began to appear on the dark light covering the runes, faintly revealing a power that was deeper and purer than darkness itself.

“It really isn’t dark,” Newman said.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” A rare look of worry appeared on Zijin’s face. “He’s about to cross the line.”

“Conceptual elements are both immense power and insurmountable barriers.” Newman’s soul fire flickered uncertainly. “It’s hard to say whether Su Ming will follow in your footsteps.”

Violet skipped over the topic, "Can you see anything else?"

Newman observed carefully for a while, then shook his head. "It's a pity that Old Raven is gone. With his expertise in teleportation, he should have been able to analyze more information."

The "old raven" he referred to was Galio the Traveling Raven, a Saint-ranked mage who was also the scholar who had gone the furthest in teleportation research. The Bone Fortress was the one he used to teleport from the Plains of Despair to Hard Rock Canyon, the largest-scale interplane teleportation spell ever created.

Violet pointed to the black skeletal servant, "Galio's bones are still there, but his soul has vanished."

"You tore him to pieces?" Newman exclaimed in surprise. "What a waste!"

Zijin shook her head. "The moment he died, I used all my senses to search for him, and found that his soul had been shattered into dust."

"What wicked things did this old man do in his life, or was he cursed with some kind of evil curse?" Newman muttered.

Spiritual magic wasn't Newman's domain, so he didn't think much of it. Instead, he carefully examined the black skull. "It uses the Classical Soulfire system!" he exclaimed. "No wonder it's Saint-level material; it can still move even after all this messing around!"

"...If you're so good, why don't you do it?" Zi Jin didn't argue much. Compared to true masters, her skill in necromancy was indeed lacking.

Newman shook his head. Although he was better than Violet in the study of soulfire, his overall depth of research into necromancy was limited.

"Weren't we supposed to be going to Divine Might Prison to rescue someone? Rishiri should be there, right?" Newman suddenly remembered something. "He's a real expert!"

“With her alluring looks, how can Ruixiuli possibly survive in a place like prison?” Zijin sighed.

“...Indeed.” Newman’s soul flame also dimmed a bit.

****
Over here, Su Ming's magic array had expanded to its limit, and he activated the spell with all his might. In the workshop on Earth, the material order was suddenly drained, leaving behind a large amount of debris that collapsed on the spot.

In the otherworldly workshop, a new order descended from the void. A vast amount of materials rose into the air, rapidly converging under the guidance of this "order." Gradually, the third section of the doomsday motorcycle appeared in the center of the workshop.

Su Ming stopped his spell, gazing at the enormous white device before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Teleporting to such a large device was no longer as difficult as it had been initially.

Of course, Qi Luo's assistance was also a great help. Su Ming turned to the unicorn on the other side, "Thanks!"

Qiluo arrogantly raised her head and ignored him. After withdrawing her aura of dedication, she went straight to the roasting pig leg by the campfire and lazily lay down.

The grease dripped onto the charcoal fire, sizzling and releasing a fragrant aroma.

"What's next?" Violet asked.

“Section 3 includes a complete auxiliary boiler and auxiliary generator system; we’ll modify that part first,” Su Ming replied.

“Let’s start with the heat-reflective coating.” Violet said, picking up Newman with one hand and then throwing him away with a “thud.”

"Don't throw me!" Newman's protest drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally, with a "thud," the little skeleton fell precisely into the boiler furnace.

“Your small stature makes it easy for you to squeeze into narrow places.” Zi Jin stepped forward and handed over the Nirvana Silver materials.

"Belladonna!" Newman shouted from inside the hearth, his voice echoing long and drawn out. "I see now, you're getting revenge on me—when have I ever offended you in any way?"

"Guess, and I'll let you go if you guess right," Violet readily admitted.

"Tch, so narrow-minded~~" Newman muttered discontentedly, but his bone claws skillfully began to attach to the material.

(End of this chapter)