Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 300 Spinal Cord
Su Ming turned around and carefully examined the mechanic girl in front of him. Her complexion was much healthier than when they last parted.

"You seem to be in good spirits. Have you gotten that alchemical component in your body under control?"

Violet had already discovered her deception and knew that she was not really "soul-sealed by Yesia," but rather that the alchemical components on her back had been repeatedly damaged by Yesia in battle, causing them to break down and go out of control.

"The spinal cord component on my back has stabilized for now and hasn't deteriorated further." Beanie's expression dimmed slightly. "But the top alchemists among the dwarves are helpless. They all say the spinal cord structure is unprecedented, and it's densely intertwined with my spinal nerves, making it impossible to safely remove without causing serious damage."

The girl raised her hand and gently touched the necklace around her neck, whose design had been changed. "So now, I still need to rely on 'Zuyi's blessing' to continue repairing the damage to my body."

A hint of apology appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, this is such a valuable item. I was hoping to return it to you this time..."

"The necklace isn't a problem." Su Ming frowned. "Even the dwarves' top alchemists can't solve it?"

“The ‘Spine Connector’ is the culmination of my teacher Howard’s life’s work,” Beanie explained. “Originally, my teacher designed it so that I could directly establish neural connections through it and control complex mecha combat units, greatly improving combat efficiency.”

Hoder, an alchemist, known as the Bronze Cormorant. He also participated in the technical aspects of Violet's birth. The permanent magic circle "Omniscient Vision" engraved on the scholar's eyes is also derived from his design.

Beanie's voice lowered, "But after the teacher's unexpected death, the detailed design drawings of this device were not completely preserved. And in this world, in the field of human alchemy modification, as far as I know, there are only two people who can come close to the teacher's level."

"Which two?" Su Ming pressed.

"The first one is 'The Great Puppet Master' Brunlev. Although he has a terrible reputation, he is indeed a recognized authority in neural links and human alchemy."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming sighed helplessly, "This person... has already been sent by your sister to see your teacher."

"What?!" Beianqi was shocked at first, then angrily lunged at Qiluo, pretending to grab her neck and shake her. "Sister! Why did you kill her?! And didn't you claim you couldn't fight?! Such a great puppeteer, how could you just send her away?!"

"Cough, I never intended to kill him," Qi Luo explained somewhat awkwardly, her mane flying as she was shaken. "I just accidentally annihilated his main soul through the fragment of his soul. Besides—" she curled her lip, a hint of disdain in her voice, "It's pointless to ask for help from that scum who's accumulating karmic debts everywhere. He might even turn on you and control you!"

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"Who is the second one?" Su Ming continued to ask.

“That’s even less hopeful.” Beianqi released Qiluo and shook her head dejectedly. “The chief alchemist of the Temple of Light, known as the ‘Fate Master’. I heard he has a strange temper, is arrogant, and stays in the most central sanctuary of Glorious Holy City all year round. A ‘country bumpkin’ mechanic like me would probably not even know which way the gate to the sanctuary is open, let alone see him.”

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Su Ming did not show any disappointment. Instead, he looked at Qi Luo beside him with a meaningful gaze that was both amused and knowing.

"I knew it!" Su Ming suddenly reached out and patted Qi Luo's back hard, realizing something. "That day in the snowfield, when you were chasing the Fate Master, you were like you were on steroids, chasing him so desperately! So... it was all to bring back a 'doctor' for Bei Anqi!" Su Ming's tone changed, and he said angrily, "And afterwards, you even dared to use that as an excuse to extort thirty pounds of braised chicken wings from me!"

Qiluo immediately raised her snow-white neck high, her mane gleaming in the sunlight, her smugness overflowing. "Hmph! That's the reward a wise sacred beast deserves!"

"You...you mean, the 'Fate Master'...you captured him alive?!" Beianqi, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed in astonishment, hardly believing her ears. "That's the legendary Fate Master!"

"Yes, it was an encounter." Su Ming nodded, confirming, "He's now perfectly 'captured' by us—you really have to thank your sister. That day, she flew with such fearlessness to catch that guy! She even lost all her feathers!"

"...I was so dashing and awe-inspiring that day! Why did you describe me as a moth fluttering around chasing the light?" Qi Luo protested, pawing at Su Ming's description.

Beianqi cheered and pounced on Qiluo again, hugging her neck tightly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Wow! I knew it! Sister, you love me the most!"

She excitedly turned her head and shouted towards the cabin, "Chef! Hurry! Bring out that pot of braised pork! I want to treat my best sister in the world!"

Soon, a large, steaming earthenware pot was carried onto the deck. The rich aroma of meat, along with the smoky scent of charred fat, instantly filled the air, making one's mouth water.

However, Qiluo cautiously approached the food bowl and tentatively pressed the meat with her hoof. Only when she saw the skin of the meat bouncy and trembling back and forth did she beam with joy, "You are also my best sister!"

"...Sister, why did you press that?" Bei Anqi asked, very puzzled.

“If it’s soft, it’s not ginger,” Qiluo replied, picking up the earthenware basin.

“How could that be? Ginger and braised pork look very different!” Bei Anqi couldn’t understand at all. Qi Luo remained silent, clearly recalling some sad memories. She sadly picked up the earthenware bowl and poured the contents into her mouth.

As instructed by the "veterinarian" trainee, the unicorn needed to maintain a light diet during this period. Under the strict supervision of Su Ming and Zi Jin, her daily meat consumption was limited to no more than one kilogram.

Qiluo, of course, refused to give in. As a result, almost every day on the train was filled with the after-dinner activity of chasing and even binding the unicorn in order to protect the poor leftovers.

After Su Ming got busy, he assigned the canteen guard duties to the trainees in the training camp as a reward of points.

Initially, the results were good, but as the unicorn's "search, attack, and eat" skills improved, the guards failed several times, leading to a continuous escalation of the battle between the two sides.

On the deck, the ceramic bowl was empty in just a few seconds. Qiluo, facing the sea breeze, let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Su Ming's outstretched hand, attempting to stop him, remained suspended in mid-air in vain.

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Because it required frequent changes of course, which was extremely inefficient for a sailing ship, the Ale was not fast at all.

Su Ming wasn't in a hurry and was happy to stay on the boat in peace and quiet, enjoying the sea view. After the sea breeze made him feel a little tired, he asked for a quiet cabin to rest.

It was four or five hours later when the fully loaded cargo ship, the Ale, finally slowly sailed into the bay in the correct location.

The scene here has changed dramatically: on the shore, the huge structure that originally belonged to the "Youth Civilization Team" has been dismantled into pieces, like ants carrying house, and all the parts have been moved to the seaside and are continuing to move towards the ice.

On the shimmering sea cleared between the ice floes, the outline of a brand-new, enormous ship has emerged. The streamlined hull is basically complete, floating steadily on the water, its skeletal frame exuding a power that seems to belong to another world.

The power system components salvaged from the "Doomsday Locomotive" have now been transferred and installed on this new ship. They will serve as the Pansy's auxiliary power system, providing electricity to power all the ship's equipment.

As for the unnecessary and redundant equipment on the train, it was piled up on the shore, where dismantling continued. Although the alchemists from another world didn't understand the technical principles of science and technology, they were still capable of identifying materials and classifying them by composition.

On the new ship, a large number of people were also working enthusiastically. Some continued the structural construction and detailed work; others directed their undead servants to move and organize various supplies transported from the shore to the designated storage areas on the ship.

The production capacity of hundreds of necromancers working together is truly astonishing!
Yunier was directing the crew along the ship's side, prioritizing the processing of materials to be used in the propulsion system. Seeing Su Ming and his group board the deck, she immediately went to report on the current progress of the project.

"Mr. Su, the main components of the boiler and the main materials for the propulsion steam turbine have been prepared according to the list and placed in the designated area of ​​the bottom tank. The remaining materials are still being moved."

Violet remained suspended in the air, directing everything. Upon seeing Su Ming return, she slowly descended to his side. She held up her hands, which were covered in wool gloves, brought them to her lips, and gently exhaled a puff of white mist.

"It's quite slow," she said to Su Ming. "The main structure of the lower deck was completed ten minutes ago."

"Isn't this because we're waiting for your progress?" Su Ming replied.

“Chestnut Owl Scholar!” Beanie stepped forward and bowed to Violet.

Violet nodded in acknowledgment, "Welcome back!"

"Now that everything is ready, let's begin," Su Ming said.

Beianqi immediately picked up her toolbox excitedly, jumping for joy, "My wrench is itching to be used!"

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The three entered the dimly lit lower deck. In the core area reserved for the power equipment, the necromancers responsible for building the ship's frame had precisely prepared three huge installation pits according to the blueprints.

On the foundation in the center of the pit, a large number of metal components have been piled up, resembling three small hills.

(End of this chapter)