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

The fervor on Qian Hua's face had not completely faded, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes seemed to be burning.

He looked at the black disc in his hand, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, a strange smile curving his lips.

"And this is just the beginning."

Upon hearing this, San Shi had three huge question marks appear above his head.

What do you mean?

An S-class source weapon with a combat power bonus of 120,000 and the ability to create absolute clones—this is just the beginning.

What else does he want to do?

San Shi opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but seeing Qian Hua's unapproachable face, he swallowed his words back.

Qian Hua offered no explanation, nor did he bother to.

He flipped his wrist, put away the disc, and focused his thoughts directly into his mind.

Om-! !

A muffled sound, audible only to Qian Hua, echoed in the workshop.

An extremely large, old machine, its surface covered with verdigris and mottled rust, appeared out of nowhere directly in front of the workbench.

The creaking sound of gears meshing together carries a rough, ancient feel.

But in San Shi's eyes, there was nothing in front of Qian Hua.

San Shi only saw Qian Hua staring straight into the air, his eyes frighteningly deep.

"Splash!"

With a wave of his hand, Qian Hua poured out a large pile of scrap metal from his storage space.

They were all the lowest-ranking E-grade source soldiers, and they were all the same type.

This pile must contain at least several hundred items.

It was piled on the ground like a small mountain of garbage.

San Shi was dumbfounded again.

He simply couldn't understand why Qian Hua, who considered even B-level source soldiers as trash, would collect so much real trash.

Before he could figure it out, Qian Hua made his move.

He casually picked up an F-grade iron sword from the ground, didn't even glance at it, and tossed it directly into the air in front of him.

To San Shi's astonishment, the iron sword did not fall to the ground, but floated in mid-air without any support.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light flashed across the surface of the iron sword.

San Shi's eyes widened.

Although it was only a tiny bit, the aura of this iron sword was indeed enhanced!

How did they do that? A remote upgrade? What kind of authority is this?

San Shi's mind was in complete chaos.

But before he could examine the structural changes of the iron sword closely, a crisp "crack" sounded.

The iron sword in mid-air shattered, turning into a pile of iron filings finer than trash, which scattered and fell to the ground.

exploded.

San Shi was stunned.

Qian Hua didn't care at all. Without even pausing for a second, he picked up another broken E-grade armor and tossed it into the air.

A flash of light.

The aura is enhanced.

"Snap!"

It exploded again.

San Shi was stunned.

He watched helplessly as Qian Hua threw one low-level source weapon after another onto the surface. Most of them shattered into dust, and a few occasionally experienced a surge in aura several times, but ultimately they still couldn't escape being destroyed.

What on earth is going on? Is it some kind of mysterious sacrificial ritual?

San Shi couldn't understand it at all, but he could sense that Qian Hua's smile deepened with each shattered Origin Weapon.

San Shi: "..."

Although San Shi didn't understand, he was deeply shocked.

How can someone be so perverted that they're happy when something breaks?

Qian Hua had no time to pay attention to San Shi's questions.

At this moment, his brain has become the fastest computer.

"Ordinary people call this metaphysics."

"I think upgrading equipment is like flipping a coin, it's all about luck."

The dark blue light in Qian Hua's eyes flashed wildly as he pushed the computational power of the Wisdom Authority to its limit.

But nothing in this world is absolutely random.

The so-called probability is essentially a huge pseudo-random number generation function.

As long as there is a function, there will be a period, a pattern, and an extremum.

To put it simply, luck is not accidental, it's inevitable!

As long as you can find the glimmer of good fortune, the success rate will be 100%.

In old-school online games, this was called a "patching method".

But what Qian Hua wanted was not a vague probability, but absolute precision!

"The seventeenth wave shattered, a peak appeared; the thirty-fifth wave shattered, a trough descended..."

Qian Hua stared at the enhancement machine in front of him, which only he could see, his retina filled with a dense stream of data.

Each time a low-level source soldier is destroyed, it's because he's using probes to test the underlying code patterns of the enhancement machine.

"The fifty-sixth time."

Qian Hua threw out a weapon.

Click.

broken.

In that instant, the data stream in Qian Hua's eyes suddenly froze, and all the blue light converged into an extremely bright point.

"Finally caught you!"

Without any hesitation, Qian Hua flipped his left hand and the nameless S-grade disc appeared in his palm. He then pressed it hard into the empty air in front of him.

"boom!"

The air in the entire workspace suddenly jolted.

This time, there was no sound of shattering.

A blinding golden light burst forth from mid-air, instantly enveloping the ordinary black disc in golden light.

San Shi was forced back three steps by the sudden pressure, his huge body crashing against the wall with a dull thud.

He stared in horror at the air.

The aura emanating from that black piece of iron was forcefully rising in an unreasonable and domineering manner!

One second later, the golden light subsided.

The panel popped open in front of Qian Hua's eyes.

[Ding! Enhancement successful!]

[Unnamed +1]

[Combat Power Bonus: 137753]

"It's done!"

A morbid, maniacal laugh spread across Qian Hua's lips.

My combat power increased by more than 12,000!

A simple enhancement is equivalent to all the attributes of a trashy B-grade source weapon!

This is the terrifying benefit brought about by the cumulative percentage increase.

But this is not enough.

Qian Hua didn't even glance at the upgraded disc. He bent down again, grabbed a handful of trash, and stuffed it into the enhancement machine.

Shatter! Shatter! Shatter!

San Shi leaned against the corner of the wall, not daring to breathe. Although he couldn't see the enhancement machine, he could feel the world-destroying power brewing in Qian Hua's hands.

"Damn it, is this even human?" San Shi cursed wildly in his mind.

Every time Qian Hua threw dozens of pieces of scrap metal, he would throw that black plate up once.

Each time the black plate appeared, the oppressive aura that sent chills down his spine would increase exponentially.

Add two.

Add three.

Add four.

As the enhancement level increases, the probability model of the enhancement machine becomes increasingly complex.

By the time he reached the seventh day after the seventh month, Qian Hua's face was as white as paper.

The computational workload of a high-order probability cloud is so enormous that it could overwhelm the brain of an A-level expert.

But Qian Hua did not stop.

"Seventy-seven...not enough!"

"Ninety-four...just a little short!"

Even the slightest change can affect a person's fortune.

Qian Hua stared intently ahead, the capillaries in his eyes bursting, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

His hands moved incessantly, so fast that they left afterimages.

The cracking and shattering sounds filled the workshop.