The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The residual heat of the fire was still scorching the air.

San Shi's prayers seemed to have worked.

Under their gaze, the dark disc on the forging table emitted a low hum.

The dark red patterns on the surface no longer just flowed, but began to pulsate rhythmically, like a heart.

"It's done!"

"This step has finally been taken!"

Qian Hua stared intently at the embryo.

The blood of the Quasi-King level San Shi not only did not destroy the molecular structure of the Shadowless Steel, but also completely fused with the forged Origin Weapon embryo.

This not only changed the material, but the massive amount of active factors directly caused the embryo to undergo a leap, forcefully boosting its quality.

The Supreme Shadowless Steel originally had an inherent defect in energy conduction, but under the violent cleansing of San Shi's blood, the barrier was completely shattered.

San Shi collapsed in the corner, panting heavily.

He looked at his bloodless right hand, then at the sinister-looking small disc on the table, and felt only a sense of exhaustion from escaping death.

If this madman does it again, I might really be drained dry.

Qian Hua didn't look at him, but slowly straightened up.

His pale face showed no signs of fatigue; in fact, the bloodshot veins in his eyes appeared even brighter.

The next step is to inscribe the rune array.

If it were any other blacksmith, they would have to stop and rest at this stage to replenish their mental energy.

But Qian Hua didn't pause for even half a second.

He raised his right hand, his index finger hovering three inches above the disc, the tip of his finger emitting a faint blue light.

The computational power of the wisdom authority was running at full speed in his mind.

One hundred and thirty-six energy loops and seventy-two nodes unfolded on his retina like a three-dimensional map.

He needed to carve these loops into the palm-sized disc with perfect precision.

"Sizzle—!!"

As the fingertip fell, mental energy, like a tangible carving knife, pierced the surface of the disc.

There was no obstruction whatsoever.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Qian Hua's eyes.

Everything went too smoothly.

Normally, inscribing such high-level runes on other top-grade metals is like cutting cowhide with a dull knife; the resistance is enormous, and the slightest carelessness could cause the formation to collapse.

But now, the essence of this embryo has been completely changed.

San Shi's quasi-king-level blood activity acted like lubricant, propelling his spiritual power through the Shadowless Steel with unstoppable momentum.

Qian Hua's fingers moved rapidly through the air, leaving trails of eerie blue afterimages.

The dark red patterns and eerie blue runes on the disc intertwined, bursting forth with a dazzling light.

The entire workspace was filled with high-frequency shrieking sounds.

San Shi covered his ears, staring at the worktable in horror.

The oppressive aura emanating from it made even a near-king-level monster like him feel numb.

It was a power fluctuation that completely defied common sense.

"Clatter".

The final stroke was made.

All the light instantly receded, and the shrieking sound abruptly ceased.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the air.

"Haha! The process went even smoother than I expected, and it was a success on the first try!"

Qian Hua withdrew his hand, swayed slightly, and quickly grabbed the edge of the worktable.

His mental energy was completely exhausted, and it felt like tens of thousands of steel needles were stabbing him in the head, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

But he ignored all of that, his eyes fixed on the worktable.

The disc lay there quietly.

Black, so deep it resembled a miniature black hole.

The red and blue patterns on it have all disappeared, and it looks plain and unremarkable, like a piece of black iron that you just picked up.

The next second, a virtual panel popped up in front of Qian Hua's eyes.

The light from the panel shone on his pale face.

[Unnamed] (Functional Source)

[Rank: S]

[Combat Power Bonus: 125230]

[Core Ability: Mental Mirror Image – When a target enters the area, an absolute clone of the target will be created, possessing all of the target's abilities.]

Qian Hua stared at the row of data, his eyes unmoving.

San Shi also looked over curiously, but he didn't sense anything unusual.

However, a sense of solemnity arose in my heart.

These past few days, following Qian Hua, I've noticed that even when the opponent forges a scrapped Origin Weapon, their aura remains strong.

But the fact that he can't sense anything about it now means that the strength of this Origin Weapon has exceeded his comprehension.

Sudden.

Qian Hua's shoulders suddenly began to tremble unnaturally.

It was shaking very slightly, then the amplitude gradually increased.

next second.

He suddenly raised his head.

"Ha ha......"

A low laugh squeezed out of his throat, growing louder and more fervent.

"Hahaha! It really worked!"

Qian Hua grabbed the disc, his hands trembling violently.

His usually expressionless face was now twisted into a near-grotesque grimace.

His mouth was wide open, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched from excessive exertion, and his eyes gleamed with an extremely morbid light.

He gripped the disc tightly, shouting incoherently, "I did it! Did you see that! I finally did it!"

The sound echoed throughout the workshop, making the hammers on the tool rack buzz.

With tears in his eyes, San Shi said, "Thank you, God."

"Did you see that!" Qian Hua suddenly turned to look at San Shi.

The fervor in his eyes instilled a genuine sense of fear in even this near-king-level monster.

That wasn't the look of a human being; it was the madness of a fanatic witnessing a miracle.

Qian Hua didn't care about San Shi's reaction at all; he just wanted to vent.

His theory, which he had suppressed for so long, has finally become a reality today.

"S-rank! Even a purely functional source soldier has a combat power of 120,000! Even a ranged S-rank!" Qian Hua roared, spittle flying everywhere.

He suddenly took a step forward and stared intently at San Shi.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

The veins on Qian Hua's face bulged, and his mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

"Do you know what this means?" Qian Hua stared intently into San Shi's eyes, his voice hoarse and excited.

San Shi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he could only mechanically shake his head.

"This means that anyone who steps into my attack range will have to face a complete version of themselves!" Qian Hua raised the disc in his hand and stabbed it hard into San Shi's chest.

"Mental Mirror Image! Absolute Clone!"

"The tougher your skin is, the tougher your clone's skin will be; the greater your strength, the heavier your clone's fist will be."

"Moreover..." Qian Hua suddenly lowered his voice, "The clone has no pain, doesn't get tired, and is completely under my control."

Because he was so excited, Qian Hua said a lot.

Anyway, he believed that unless the guy was stupid, he wouldn't dare to reveal the information.

Upon hearing this, San Shi was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He finally understood why Qian Hua was laughing so sickly.

No matter how strong the person is, once they are locked onto by this thing, they basically have no chance of winning.

Who can win when they fight themselves? Especially when the opponent is a fearless fighting machine!