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

Om-!

The steam guns in the hands of all the men in gray suddenly began to tremble violently, as if they had come to life and were desperately trying to break free from their masters' grasp.

"This is..." The gray-clad leader was horrified and desperately tried to pull the trigger.

But it was too late.

Morgan clenched his metallic right fist tightly.

"fry."

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four explosions rang out almost simultaneously!

The barrels of all the guns in the gray-clad men exploded instantly!

The shattered metal fragments embedded themselves into their hands and faces as if they had eyes.

The gas mask shattered, and blood mixed with bits of flesh splattered everywhere. Screams of agony instantly echoed through the rainy night.

"Ahhh! My hand!"

The once arrogant squad of gray-clad men were now all kneeling on the ground, clutching their bloodied and mangled hands, groaning in pain.

Morgan slowly withdrew his hand, the metallic sheen on his skin gradually fading, and his face turned slightly pale.

He walked up to the gray-clad leader, stomped on the man's face, and pinned him to the ground.

Looking down at him from above.

"Who gave you the audacity to cause trouble for the Night's Watch?"

"Letting you take your assets is already a favor to your chairman, get out!"

A few minutes later.

The man in gray carried the unconscious man and fled into the rainy night like a stray dog.

The clinic returned to silence, leaving only broken glass and bloodstains on the floor.

Lu Yuan walked out from behind the counter, frowned as he looked at old Morgan's slightly trembling hands.

It's clear that the move Morgan just used had taken a huge toll on him.

"Morgan, are you alright? Do you need me to take a look at you?"

Lu Yuan asked a question.

Old Morgan shook his head, took a small silver flask from his pocket, and took a sip of wine.

"I'm fine. Take the injured brothers down first."

As old Morgan finished speaking, several more masked Night Watchmen appeared outside.

After the injured sentry was taken away, the clinic returned to its original quiet state.

Only sporadic sounds of rain could be heard from time to time.

"Who is that person?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Ascension Assembly"

Old Morgan wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gloomy. "A bunch of lunatics."

"Unlike us, who use the supernatural to fight the supernatural, these scum believe in the idea that 'flesh and blood are weak, while machines ascend,' and are keen on combining various supernatural items and machines to perform live modifications in an attempt to create so-called 'perfect humans.'"

"If they weren't also loyal to the Empire, the Ascension Society would have been wiped out long ago! Their methods are no less ruthless than those heretics."

At this point, old Morgan glanced at Lu Yuan, then at the operating table.

"Kid, you're lucky to be alive today. These people have deep roots in the upper echelons of the empire. Keep a low profile in the future."

Lu Yuan nodded, looking thoughtfully at the small amount of black suture left on the operating table.

Ascension will be related to the Iron Whale.

Because the stone inside the mechanical device within that man's body contained the essence of the deep sea.

Lu Yuan had good reason to suspect that the stone was the ore brought back by the Iron Whale.

"It seems the waters of Grim Harbor are deeper than I imagined..."

[Grim Port Status: +5, 32/50]

The rain finally stopped in the early morning, but the air in Grimport still smelled of damp coal dust.

Several logistics department craftsmen were working through the night to repair the clinic's bombed-out gate; the sound of hammers striking wooden planks was particularly crisp in the quiet night.

Old Morgan did not leave immediately, but took advantage of the rare free time while it was still light.

He leaned back in a chair that hadn't been affected yet, a cigarette dangling from his hand, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lu Yuan, who was cleaning the floor.

"Next time you encounter those Ascension Society bastards, remember to run as far away as you can."

Old Morgan struck a match, took a deep drag, and amidst the swirling smoke, his expression was more serious than ever before.

"You've only just begun your journey to transcendence. The 'mysterious' path is geared towards support and analysis in the early stages; head-on confrontation isn't your forte. Don't risk your brains by getting punched by their fists."

Lu Yuan stopped sweeping and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

"That move just now... causing the gun barrel to explode, what kind of ability is that? Did it come from your extraordinary abilities?"

"Um."

Old Morgan extended his calloused and scarred right hand and clenched it in the air. "That's the core ability of [Knowledge Path - Tier 3: Deconstructor] - [Structure Control]."

"structure?"

"Yes. Everything has a structure. Buildings have load-bearing walls, firearms have firing pins and springs, and the human body has bones and blood vessels."

Old Morgan exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"As long as you have enough knowledge to instantly analyze the structure of things, you can forcefully interfere with their internal structure to cause them to collapse or reorganize."

"I could draw those gun blueprints with my eyes closed."

"So all I have to do is move my fingers and fidget a little with the internal structure of their gun barrels..."

As he spoke, old Morgan's fingers trembled slightly, and cigarette ash fell onto his trench coat.

"However, great power comes at a great cost."

He sighed, looking at his trembling hands.

"This move is extremely taxing on sanity. As people get older, their sanity ceiling decreases and recovery is slower. My old bones need to take a break."

Lu Yuan was slightly shaken upon hearing this.

No wonder the Night's Watch only had Morgan the Elder with extraordinary knowledge; normally, it wouldn't be difficult to reach the extraordinary level through knowledge.

It turns out that old Morgan was actually a third-order transcendent. As long as he was stationed at the base, any enemy that relied on machinery and structure would be in his sights.

They're just a bunch of toys that can be scrapped at any time.

Is the power of extraordinary knowledge really that strong? Lu Yuan was somewhat looking forward to the abilities he would gain after advancing his forbidden knowledge.

"Alright, get some rest. Those lunatics shouldn't dare to come looking for you anytime soon."

Old Morgan patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder, then hunched over and walked into the night.

The support staff who had repaired the clinic also left with them.

After seeing old Morgan off, Lu Yuan returned to the operating table.

There was still a pool of black blood that hadn't been cleaned up; it was left by the man who had been taken away earlier.

Lu Yuan stared at the pool of blood, the images he had seen during the surgery flashing through his mind—the 'deep blue' embedded in the core of the mechanical kidney.

"Saying it can't come in handy."

Lu Yuan took out a pair of brass tweezers from the cabinet, carefully picked up the blood-stained gauze, and put it into a sealed iron box.

Then the heavy lead cap was placed on top and the latch was fastened.

After doing all this, he placed the box on a shelf in the corner of the clinic, mixed in with a pile of miscellaneous items.

He then lay back down on the bed, ready to rest for a while.

The next morning.

A thin mist shrouded the streets, and the early-rising milkman's cart rumbled over the cobblestones.