Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 251 Bearman Prisoner
There was also a very small girl among them, standing on tiptoe and looking on with longing eyes, her drool almost dripping into the pot. She looked to be less than ten years old.

Su Ming cursed the Calamity Bell as being worse than a beast, and went up to find out what was going on, only to discover that the other party had a head of green hair.

That’s okay!

A side chamber held fifty bear-men, prisoners of the battle. This was mainly due to Newman's victory; he controlled their skeletalized chieftain, brandishing a 100mm revolver and tearing two of them to pieces, completely extinguishing any thought of escape for the bear-men.

Of course, Su Ming suspected that it was that "death metal concert" that completely destroyed their psychological defenses.

Su Ming entered the cave and found that the bear-men were obediently lined up in several rows and kneeling on the ground.

At their center, Hanster stood atop a protruding rock, looking down at the prisoners. LED lights projected from behind him, elongating his shadow into a menacing silhouette.

"You scum kneeling on the ground! Open your eyes, blinded by dust and lies!"

Hanster's hoarse voice rang out, causing all the bear-men to tremble. Many of them began to writhe uneasily, some even shaking involuntarily.

Hansster's voice clearly evoked some extremely horrific memories for them.

"Look at you all now! Like rats trembling in a gutter!" Hanster's voice was full of contempt. "Is this the 'grace' you received in exchange for offering your faith, your blood, and your souls to the false god 'Jormungandr'?!"

Anger blazed instantly in the eyes of the bear-men. They could endure humiliation, but they would never tolerate the desecration of their greatness—

Hanster's fingers plucked the guitar strings, producing a soft hum. This sound might be negligible to an ordinary person, but to the bear-men, it was like a sharp blade scraping their eardrums. All the bear-men immediately dropped back to the ground, not daring to breathe.

“Shout after me,” Hanster snapped. “The false god Jormungandr is utter bullshit!”

The bear-men looked hesitant, but when they saw Hansster's fingers on the strings, they immediately stopped. As Hansster made a move to strum the strings, several bear-men hurriedly stammered, "It's...bullshit!"

As Hans Stir's fingertips traced the path, a granular, rustling sound burst forth from the speakers, echoing back and forth between the cave walls.

"Ah!" The girls cooking outside were startled by the sudden noise.

The seemingly gentle string music sounded like the shrieks of demons to these bear-men! They all lowered their bodies even further, their foreheads almost touching the ground.

“Say it again!” Hansster commanded coldly.

This time, all the bear-men immediately raised their hands and shouted in unison, almost in a sob, "Jormungandr is bullshit!"

The results looked good, and Su Ming nodded in satisfaction. The upcoming Holy Mountain Project now had a larger pool of strong, physically demanding laborers.

****
Su Ming spotted a familiar face in a corner of the cave.

Rupert, the former sheriff of Shafur, was resting against a rock, looking quite well despite being covered in bandages.

There were several jars of wine at his feet, which he didn't know where they had come from.

"Hi! Lord Ainz Ooal Gown." Rupert greeted him immediately, a relieved smile on his face. "Those two drinks you bought me back then, weren't they worth it?"

“It’s definitely worth it.” Su Ming looked him over. Although he was wrapped in bandages all over his body, at least he wasn’t missing any arms or legs.

“I heard about what happened in Shafur. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this.” He pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket and tossed it to Rupert. “I wish you a good life in Dawnlands!”

Rupert caught the bag, the gold coins inside clinking pleasantly. "Thank you for your kind words!" he grinned. Newman sent a message saying he had found something interesting.

"See you next time." Su Ming turned to leave.

"I hope we never meet again!" Rupert waved his hands repeatedly. "I really can't get involved in the affairs of you big shots!"

****
Su Ming quickly arrived at an open space outside the cave, where a simple shed had been set up.

The ground was littered with collected magical weapons. Except for the core component, the "Star Core," which was intact, the rest were broken fragments.

Yunier squatted on the ground, holding a thick notebook in her hands, carefully labeling each fragment with numbers, trying to piece them together. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the roof, illuminating her focused profile.

“This girl has good comprehension,” Newman commented from the side. “She can’t learn magical alchemy, but she’ll definitely be good at natural alchemy.”

Yunier studied the basics of alchemy, but later abandoned further studies due to a lack of magical talent. The Natural School of Alchemy relies primarily on the natural reactions and changes of matter, and is considered a marginal school in this other world.

However, after Su Ming's trip, the situation is clearly changing.

“It’s all thanks to the teacher’s excellent guidance!” Yunier said, looking up.

Newman wanted to say something, but looking at his own skeleton, he felt there was no need to fuss over trivial matters. "Call me teacher if you want, but my knowledge in this area is limited, and I can only teach you the basics of this world."

Newman emphasized the words "this world," but Eunil didn't understand him at all. The girl was overjoyed and immediately stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you, teacher!"

"Don't call her that in front of Daphne," Su Ming reminded her, "otherwise there might be extra trouble."

“Mmm!” Yuni nodded vigorously.

“You’re asking me to learn from someone truly capable,” Newman bluntly stated, “I’m unworthy of such a title.”

Yunier was initially puzzled, but when she followed Newman's gaze to Su Ming, her eyes widened instantly.

"Mr. Su is also an alchemy master?" She covered her mouth in surprise.

Newman suddenly wondered if he had accepted the wrong student. "What do you mean 'also'—didn't he just conjure up the Bone Train right in front of you?"

Yunier's face showed disbelief, and she even unconsciously took a few steps back, clearly her worldview had been greatly shocked.

“That was alchemy… I always thought it was a divine art from a creator god from another world!” she murmured.

If something is too far beyond common sense, people will subconsciously categorize it as a ghost or deity.

Su Ming and Newman exchanged a glance, then ignored the bewildered clerk and headed straight for the pile of debris in the center of the shed.

“Let Yunier start by learning from things in this world,” Su Ming said as they walked. “My next production system needs a bridge between local technology and this world.”

“You’re really ambitious!” Newman glanced at him, a deep blue light gleaming in his bony eye sockets. “I like it!”

(End of this chapter)