I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Dol Hawke placed the empty bottle on the table and wiped the water droplets off his beard.

His expression was one of great satisfaction.

"Alright, I'm going to get busy now. After you've memorized ten symbols, remember to play the flute. I'll have some forms for you here."

He jumped off the stool and walked toward the locker.

Halfway there, he turned back and glanced at Lu Yuan.

"Remember, for the basic symbols of the strange inscriptions, first recognize them, then write them, and finally carve them."

"The order cannot be messed up."

"Don't rush the recognition stage. It's normal to feel uncomfortable looking at some symbols for a long time."

After saying that, he opened the locker door and his short figure slipped inside.

The door closed.

Lu Yuan walked over and pulled it open.

It was completely empty inside.

Copper partition, several empty hooks.

There was nothing there.

Lu Yuan closed the cabinet door.

On the lab table, the bone fragment lay quietly.

Thirty-six basic, eerie inscription symbols were faintly visible in the dim light.

Lu Yuan sat down, picked up the bone fragment, and began to identify the first symbol.

Twisted lines unfold in the field of vision, taking an eerie turn with irregular inflection points.

He stared at it for about ten seconds.

At the edge of my field of vision, the gray and white text jumped slightly.

[Inscription Arts (Advanced - Mysterious Inscriptions): +0.1...2.5/50]

It's merely identification.

They have experience.

Lu Yuan continued to look at the second symbol.

This symbol is more complex than the first one; the lines suddenly fork in the middle and then converge again, forming a vortex-like structure.

I stared at it for about half a minute.

My eyes stung slightly.

It comes from the symbols themselves.

As Dolph Hawke said, "It's normal to feel uncomfortable looking at some symbols for too long."

Lu Yuan rubbed his eyes and put down the bone fragment.

Not urgent.

Take it easy.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

As evening approached and the light began to dim, the lights in the branch's inner courtyard gradually came on.

Just then.

The symbiotic connection suddenly rippled.

This time it's not hunger.

Rather, it is vigilance.

The worm of knowledge was jolted awake from its complacent slumber, and then a sense of alertness washed over it.

It was as if something had pricked the insect of knowledge.

Lu Yuan's expression changed.

He closed his eyes and followed the symbiotic connection to feel.

The worm of knowledge has a wider range of perception than he does.

It "saw" something that Lu Yuan couldn't see.

It is the inner city.

To be more precise...

A towering silhouette appeared in Lu Yuan's mind.

The Tower of Learning.

The insect of knowledge is very sensitive to that direction.

And now, it sensed some kind of... fluctuation from that direction.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and walked to the window.

Looking towards the inner city.

I can't see anything.

The last vestiges of daylight hadn't completely disappeared, and from a normal perspective, Bronze City appeared quiet and peaceful.

The runes on the city wall are slowly glowing, just like every evening.

At the edge of my field of vision, gray and white text flickered slightly, eventually revealing a line.

[Environmental perception: Abnormal fluctuations in long-distance knowledge density detected...]

Then it disappeared.

The worm of knowledge remained alert.

It shrank deep into its eye sockets, its body tense, and the colors shifted twice as fast as normal.

Lu Yuan stared at the direction of the inner city for a long time.

It seems the Tower of Learning is planning something big again.

As the insects of knowledge gradually quieted down, Lu Yuan drew the curtains.

I walked back to the lab bench and sat down.

Pick up the bone fragment.

Let's continue with the third symbol.

It was very late when Lu Yuan finally managed to remember five of them.

"Extremely low efficiency" is how Lu Yuan describes his current learning situation.

These rotating and distorted symbols seem to have an innate resistance to memory, forcing Lu Yuan to memorize them again and again.

This method not only depletes one's rationality but also wastes time.

We need to think of a way.

Lu Yuan put down the bone fragment, remained silent for a moment, and finally decided to go to sleep first.

Because after barely memorizing the fifth symbol, the sixth symbol seemed to resist.

Lying in bed, as usual, I turned around and guarded myself once.

Lu Yuan then fell into a deep sleep.

[Rationality: 84/120]

The next morning, Lu Yuan planned to go to the logistics area to see if there were any new medicines, and also try to smuggle some things.

The logistics department was very close to Lu Yuan's house. He didn't walk far before he pushed open the door of the logistics department.

The morning light streamed in from the end of the corridor, illuminating the passageway piled with clutter.

Several boxes of medicine were stacked against the wall, half-opened and half-sealed, while several logistics guards hurried back and forth in the inner room carrying things.

Margaret stood behind the counter, three notebooks spread out in front of her, pen held between her fingers, and flipping through the last few pages of a thick book with her other hand.

She didn't even look up when she heard footsteps.

"Here to help?"

"They came to help."

Margaret raised her eyelids and glanced at Lu Yuan.

"You came quickly."

She kicked a wooden box out from under the counter.

The lid wasn't closed properly, revealing neatly stacked medicine bottles and raw material containers inside.

"Rationality potion. This batch needs forty doses, and it should have been ready by the day before yesterday, but we haven't had enough manpower."

Lu Yuan rolled up his sleeves.

He knows the recipe well.

When I was working with Laurena, I did much more complex things in batches.

The process for making rationality potions is simple: grinding, adding ingredients, stirring, distilling, and bottling. Just time each step correctly.

Margaret took several measuring cups and a set of grinding tools from the shelf on the side and pushed them to him.

The two stood one in front of the control panel, each occupying half of the countertop, each busy with their own tasks.

No need to say more.

Dispensing medicine requires a steady hand and a good rhythm.

Lu Yuan poured the first batch of raw material powder into the mortar and ground it evenly for a few rounds.

The powder color gradually changes from grayish-brown to light gray.

Margaret was collecting the previous batch of distilled liquid nearby.

She moved quickly; she was indeed busy.

Reports on material consumption after pipeline repair, drug supplies for each team's resumption of training, and logistical coordination for the arrival of Church Ascension Society personnel.

There were three notebooks on the table, and each one was half-written on the first page.

"You've been this busy lately?" Lu Yuan grinned as he looked at the notebook in front of him.

"The cleaning work on the pipeline is still in its final stages, and the logistics team's shifts have been shortened by one day." Margaret didn't look up. "The training plans for all teams have been fully resumed, and the consumption has doubled. In addition, the church has sent a lot of people to stay here, and the logistics team is responsible for all their food, drink, accommodation, and transportation."

She paused for a moment and poured the filtered medicine into a filling dish.

"We're never enough people."

Lu Yuan didn't respond and continued grinding the powder.

Once the mixture was ground to the desired fineness, I switched to a clean measuring cup and began weighing the next batch.

The two spoke quietly for a while.

The smell of powdered and liquid medicines on the work surface was mixed together, with a bitter herbal aroma.

Margaret suddenly tilted her head.

"How many ghouls did you encounter when you went down into the pipeline?"

Lu Yuan thought for a moment.

"I've encountered a few of the larger ones. I haven't counted the smaller ones, but they're everywhere in the hive, densely packed."

"honeycomb?"

"The ghouls nested deep within. The entrances were one after another, like a honeycomb, with pale white larvae hanging on the walls, and the bottom could not be seen."

Margaret paused for a moment.

"No wonder the cleanup team brought back so much material. Brain cores and other stuff were piled up all over the place; the logistics department could barely hold them all."

"Can't sell them?"

"Who would buy it? Besides, these items cost three points each now, so we can't even break even."

Lu Yuan didn't reply.

I just spent one point to buy a bunch of things yesterday.

Margaret packed the sealed medicine bottles into the box and casually flipped to a page of the notebook.

"By the way, do you know anyone from the Iron Guard Battalion?"

"That's right."

"Be careful lately, the Iron Guard Battalion came to pick up a batch of medicine a couple of days ago."

Lu Yuan didn't stop.

"What medicine?"

"The product is for suppressing pollution. There are only a dozen or so bottles, but people usually use the suppressing medicine as soon as they receive it and don't hoard it."

Lu Yuan understood.

It should be Wolf.

It's been almost four days since I went on a rampage through the pipeline.

The fact that the Iron Guard Battalion received the suppressant indicates that the infection in Wolf's body is still active.

There are no signs of worsening, otherwise I wouldn't be receiving suppressant medication, but there is also no significant improvement, otherwise I wouldn't need to continue receiving medication.

"I arranged for him to be under separate supervision the day Klaus took him away." Margaret spoke continuously, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time. "Later, the Iron Guard took over. I'm only responsible for distributing the medicine; I don't handle the follow-up."

"He was in pretty bad shape that day," Lu Yuan said.

Wolf's condition wasn't great after his rampage in the pipeline, but Klaus met with him alone, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Margaret glanced at him.

"When your network maintenance crew came back, I was on the night shift. They all looked like they were about to die."

She shook the powder off her hands.

"Fortunately, nothing serious happened."

"No one is missing." Lu Yuan filled the eleventh dose of sanity potion into a bottle and sealed it with wax.

Margaret hummed in agreement.

The fifteenth dose of the sanity potion has been bottled.

Lu Yuan melted the sealing wax, sealed the bottle opening, and stacked it into a wooden box.

"Oh, by the way," Margaret said, her tone suddenly becoming more casual as she continued working, "we've discovered some new clues in the pipeline layer."

"What clue?"

"The Gray Pact probably has more than one base underground. We even found a small thing while cleaning up the ghoul corpses."

"What is it?"

Upon hearing this, Margaret's tone carried a hint of regret.

"You don't know either? I don't know the specifics, but I heard that Deputy Chief of Staff Klaus took it himself and didn't even let Glock see it."

"Glock is a much higher-ranking person than me, and he doesn't even know, so how could I possibly know?"

Lu Yuan was somewhat helpless, but he had already roughly guessed what that thing was: something spawned from a pile of ghoul corpses.

However, it shouldn't be considered too rare or too powerful.

Otherwise, would the Gray Pact just let it go? The protagonist doesn't believe that with the Gray Pact's leadership, they wouldn't be able to detect what's hidden in the pile of corpses they've built.

Lu Yuan didn't say much, put down the mortar and pestle in his hand, and replaced it with a new one.

Margaret seemed to have opened a floodgate of words.

Clearly, she's going crazy being all alone here.

Now that they've finally caught Lu Yuan, he's acting like he's going to say everything he can.

"Thank goodness she wasn't directly appointed as the logistics captain; Margaret looks like a mule."

"There's something else."

She lowered her voice slightly, even though there was no one else in the room.

"The nuns from the church have been looking for Klaus more than once recently."