Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

She didn't speak directly, but nodded politely, her cat ears of the same color in her white hair twitching. Milan, however, glanced between the two of them and then smiled.

“Suppliers alone are too distant, sir.”

Milan dusted off his clothes, stood up, and said with a smile, "Don't be so polite, child. Call me 'uncle' and let me hear it."

Helagoo Zero: Weeping 8IV Qi Temple Witch 6y/*ue-Already: "..."

--what?

To be honest, for a moment, Hrag even thought of the tired joke, "I knew you were a brother the moment I saw your daughter"... After all, before a joke is called a "joke," all sorts of anecdotes have already taken shape in various situations.

Foreign working people are working people too; it doesn't mean they can have their own local dialect.

No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that Milan would actually come up with such a sentence as "The doctor and his wife are separated into two groups of 2".

Back in the underground stronghold, this person was clearly a composed, mysterious, and even somewhat imposing gang leader.

Even someone as skilled and daring as him didn't really feel at ease in his Milan base.

But... how come once we get to the surface, especially to Azazel, it looks so... uh...

Never serious?

He opened his mouth, intending to say something in response.

But when he thought about how Milan had accurately exposed his identity as a "general" before, the existence of Azazel, and the information about the natural disaster that he provided that seemed so close... could it be that this young man was actually quite familiar with him in ways he didn't know?

"..."

Nai-on was also stunned.

To be honest, considering the racial nature of the Terrans and the powerful effects of the Originium Enhancement Pack—based on what Milan has recently learned, the Terrans' stats may fluctuate greatly in many aspects due to their different races, including racial talents, abilities, and lifespan.

However, one thing is basically the same: in terms of growth stages, ordinary Terrans often have an infancy similar to that of Earthlings, a relatively fast-developing adolescence, an extremely long period of puberty and adulthood suitable for training, work and combat, and an aging period that is somewhat compressed in comparison.

It feels a bit like the physiological characteristics of Saiyans, I say.

Getting back to the point—considering the factors mentioned above, this girl named Felin, who looks a bit green but has already matured with a slim waist and long legs, might actually be older than Milan, this college student.

But when she looked at Milan's teasing smile and then at her adoptive father's rare expression of speechlessness and uncertainty, she hesitated for a moment before tentatively lowering her head and whispering, "...Uncle?"

"Well, good boy."

To be fair, it wasn't that Milan Manako's mind had been replaced by philosophical reflections on suffering since she first arrived on this land; rather, having long been thinking with a rabbit-like head, she simply didn't feel the need to switch to thinking with a smaller head—and when facing relatives familiar with the operators, she didn't even have the interest to think divergently, and her thoughts were mostly just for teasing children.

—It's not surprising that you might have sexual desire for a sword saint, but if you can still get an erection for Suzuran in real life, I really think you should be arrested.

So, with a little bit of satisfaction from her successful prank, Milan smiled and accepted the title—at the same time, she reached out and picked up the wooden bucket, flipped it over and made it disappear from her hand, and then put another item from her inventory into her quick item bar, switching it to her hand.

"Look, Uncle came so suddenly this time, he didn't prepare anything decent..."

The wooden barrel disappeared from his hands, replaced by a crossbow with a simple structure and an overly straightforward design, like building blocks. He said, "Here, a little gadget. Take it and play with it."

Nain instinctively reached out to take it, and then heard Milan say, "Be careful, this thing is quite heavy." Before her mind could react, she immediately felt the weight in her hand, as if she had been pulled off a stumble by the unexpected weight.

This seemingly simple weapon actually weighs over ten kilograms!

Milan reached out again and pulled out another arrow, which she then placed on the object. The girl immediately felt a sudden weight—a weight that made even this somewhat trained Terran person feel uneasy.

"Ah, this..."

She looked at the crossbow in her hand and a single arrow... well, no matter what, this arrow was indeed a bit abstract; Nain blinked, holding the two things, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Milan smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Do you have a place here to try out the equipment?"

"Father……?"

Nain looked at Herag.

Hrag's gaze sharpened: he recalled what he had seen at the Milan base—those people training in a dozen sets of uniform armor, and equipment that, even if he didn't recognize it, he could at least somewhat identify as some kind of "furnace." He began to have some guesses.

"Try it."

He nodded.

Azazel, underground.

Undoubtedly, in a mobile city environment, unauthorized excavation of the supporting layer's filling material is illegal; however, for most individuals or organizations, the more powerful constraint is not the law, but the method of excavating the filling material.

Azazel is clearly not included in this list.

Therefore, in Azazel, there are also hidden staircases made by digging out filling material underground, as well as secret passages leading to underground structural layers through the staircases.

Underground in Azazel, they had been operating for an unknown period of time, enclosing a certain area to create a secret chamber for sheltering the infected and their activities—even after leaving the army, Hrag needed to maintain at least a minimum level of training.

And it is here that the target has been erected for the first time in a long time.

"Nock the arrow, string it, raise the crossbow, aim, and pull the trigger. It's that simple, isn't it?"

Twenty paces away, in front of Nain lay the crossbow and the arrow. The lone arrow on the table looked somewhat abstract, but it was the result of Milan's strong insistence. Milan made sarcastic remarks from the side, Herrag frowned, and several teenagers who had finished their work came down to watch the show.

Nain hesitated for a moment, but still followed Milan's instructions: she first lifted the crossbow to inspect it. The green body of the crossbow had a familiar feel to it, like bamboo, while the white bow had a ghastly color, giving it the appearance of some kind of skeleton.

Nain, who has some Eastern heritage, is no stranger to bamboo.

The crossbow had a weight that was quite different from its appearance, but for a Terran who had undergone a lot of training, it was not difficult to accept if she was mentally prepared in advance. She rested the empty crossbow on her shoulder and made an aiming posture, then raised the crossbow with one hand and reached out to touch the crossbow bolt lying flat on the table.

The crossbow bolts appeared to be made of the same material as the crossbow mechanism, with a bamboo-green arrowhead and a bone-white shaft. Only the fletchings looked like ordinary feathers. However, for some reason, the weight of this single arrow seemed to be greater than that of the crossbow mechanism.

The girl's fingertips touched the arrow, her fingers closed, and with the thought of "drawing the arrow and nocking it," she gripped the shaft and strained—and just then, something incredible happened!

The arrow on the table did not move, but she pinched a phantom of light and shadow between her fingers, and that shadow quickly solidified in her hand—becoming a relatively light and complete arrow!

Chapter 65 Nocking the Arrow

"!?"

Those who witnessed this scene gasped in astonishment.

However, when people, including Nain, subconsciously looked at Milan, they only saw Milan's overly matter-of-fact expression, as if she thought there was no need for any explanation.

So Nain suppressed her shock and took a deep breath.

The girl was not untrained. Regardless of her distant past, she was a role model for young people in Azazel for a considerable period of time. Throughout Ursus, there were probably few warriors more experienced than Herag, and under his guidance, Nain was naturally no ordinary girl.

She was more skilled with the katana, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to use a crossbow... especially one with such a simple and clear design.

The weapon was a little unusually heavy, but not unacceptable for the Terran physique; so she nocked the arrow, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.

——Boom!

The sound of the arrow leaving the bowstring was not loud but quite clear, and the force it generated was not as noticeable as its weight; however, compared to this detail—the snow-white arrow flashed out and instantly pierced through the not-so-thin wooden target, its momentum undiminished, and it drove straight into the filling material of the supporting layer behind it!

The filling material used for the support layer of the mobile city may not be very hard, but it is at least strong enough; even so, the arrow pierced the sheet metal and went in to a depth of about two fingers.

The training ground was silent.

—To be honest, it's because the crossbow's damage mechanism is more fixed that, as long as the string is drawn properly, there's not much difference between using it as a Felin girl and an Ursus man.

Milan seemed lost in thought.

[Bamboo-Bone Crossbow]

-Lightweight 1, Piercing 1, Thread 1

- Bow draw speed 1.1, initial projectile velocity 0.95, projectile force 2, accuracy 0.75

As the maker, he was well aware that this performance, within the scope of Tinker's Construct, was something "most people wouldn't even bother to look at"; however, on the one hand, he didn't have many materials at hand, and on the other hand, it just so happened to be a coincidence—

Considering the load-bearing capacity of the Terrans, the materials he had were just enough to make use of.

【Easy Savings 1】

- When equipped by an authorized user, the speed penalty is reduced.

- When equipped by unauthorized users, the weight of the finished tool is reduced, starting at -50% for the first level and decreasing by 50% for each subsequent level.

When it comes to crafting equipment for the Terrans, his biggest headache is naturally the weight, and the Artisan's Construct attribute [Lightweight] for bamboo just happens to address this issue; in addition, the metal he has is obviously useless, but at least bamboo and bone are within an acceptable weight range.

Look, what a coincidence!

The finished product looks like this: the Artisan's Soul Crossbow is a three-part piece of equipment. The bowstring can be ignored. The bamboo bow arm and the bone bow handle together weigh 26 kilograms, but when you hold it in your hand, it is halved to 13 kilograms.

The seemingly solitary [Artisan's Arrow] weighs 34 kilograms and also has the [Lightweight 1] attribute, which halves the perceived weight. In addition, although there appears to be only one arrow, the weight calculation for ammunition items is different from that of equipment—it treats each point of durability as an independent entity and evenly distributes the total mass across each arrow for summation.

This [Bamboo-Bone Craftsman Arrow] has a durability of 22, which means that 22 arrows can be taken out from it; so, in other words... it's almost like accelerating a 1.5 kg arrow to 100 meters per second.

Anyone who understands bows should be able to comprehend how animalistic this data is.

In addition to the crossbow's material attribute [Piercing 1], the arrow's own [Piercing 1] attribute is also added to achieve the feat of "easily penetrating thick wooden boards, piercing through the metal surface of walls, and then piercing into the filling material".

[Puncture 1]

- Attacks can negate a portion of the target's armor value.

- Tools containing this entry ignore the strength and resistance of the target material when engaging in material combat with offensive capabilities.

—This level of capability should be sufficient for the Chernobog battlefield, right…?

In that instant, Milan's mind raced. Looking at the scene, he nodded in approval: he didn't expect his men to become skilled archers in a short time, but since most of them were armored soldiers, he needed a few to supplement ranged firepower—so he made quite a few crossbows with the same configuration, and this was the kind he equipped them with.

It's always much easier to fire a crossbow than to draw a bow.

The main issue was the targets he used for his men at the stronghold. They used wooden planks with iron blocks on them, specifically MC iron blocks. They shot the iron blocks, making a clanging sound. The advantage was that the arrows were easy to retrieve, but the disadvantage was that it was really hard to confirm the power.

Seeing the expressions on other people's faces, he now had some idea of ​​what was going on.

But Helag felt completely unwell.

The uninformed children were simply surprised, but he was different. He had spent forty-four years of military service on this land and had seen countless strong bows and crossbows. To be honest, the speed of this crossbow bolt did not surprise him much—after all, the power of a bow depends on the bow's ability to store tension and convert it into elasticity, and this indicator is often more limited by the archer's strength than the material used to make the bow.

For the Terrans, this arrow speed only indicates that the crossbow is of good quality—in fact, to put it bluntly, for some highly skilled agile operators, this arrow speed may not even match their own mobility.

But this power—for a portable crossbow for a single soldier—is far beyond what should be measured as a "toy" or "self-defense tool." Crossbowmen are trained so simply, and if this thing is really "just a gadget" as Milan said, then if it were deployed on a certain scale, even he would find it a headache.

Without being immodest, if a sufficient number of ordinary soldiers can threaten a master of his caliber, then the equipment must be quite remarkable.

"Alright, alright, stop staring at me like that."

Milan clapped his hands: "This can be considered a specially made armor-piercing arrow. Essentially, one arrow can support the use of twenty-two arrows. If it can be recycled like this, it can be put back into the main body for reuse; but if it hits the target and causes damage, or simply breaks, then there is nothing that can be done."

“...Mr. Jung.”

It was only after the group, who were still stunned by the attack, came to their senses that, before they could react, Hrag said seriously, "This gift is too precious for us to accept."

"Nayin..."

The girl realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to return the incredibly tactile crossbow; Milan waved her hand and laughed, "What are you saying, sir? There's no reason to take back a gift that's been given away; besides, what's so valuable about something I made myself?"

—Did you really make this yourself?

With this level of performance, even in Ursus, it wouldn't be something casually assigned to militiamen and inspectors; it would be a top-notch weapon that could be given to skilled marksmen even in a regular army. Hrag was certain he wasn't senile and should have some understanding of the level of Ursus's military equipment, but the fact that he described such equipment so casually left him speechless.

—With skills like yours, you've become a gang leader?

Seeing that Hrag was about to refuse, Milan waved his hand to stop him, and changed the subject, saying, "Since the old man feels bad about it... why don't you listen to what I have to say?"

"Since I'm here now, why don't you just take me to see the place I'm looking for?"

"Look, we're already here."

With things having come to this point—Hrag looked at Milan's relaxed expression and knew he couldn't refuse the gift, so he could only nod, tacitly accepting this "toy for the child."

"If you insist... fine, that place isn't far."

So Nain carefully put the toy away, while Herag took Milan away from Azazel; turning through another secret passage to the exit outside Azazel, Herag straightened his clothes and walked openly into the street, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Although he was indeed infected, the crystals on his skin were not exposed, and his attire had a distinct military style, making it impossible for anyone to target him even with malicious intent; as for Milan... sometimes Milan even doubted whether there was still any blood flowing inside her body.

"Speak of it."

Walking the streets of Chernobog, a city with a mining and industrial base and no particularly prominent cultural features, but still quite exotic—at least for Milan, who had never been to Russia; he looked around curiously on the street, and then heard Hrag say this.

"Mr. Jung."

The old general seemed casual, but his voice was low and formal as he said, “You are the leader of the Rust Gang, a man of such wealth, and a craftsman with extraordinary skills; forgive my bluntness, but I don’t understand why you trust me so much that you came with me to Azazel all by yourself.”

"Didn't you ever consider that I might make some irrational decisions regarding a young person like you with such a mysterious background and so much knowledge?"

"...Huh? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Milan, who was still observing the exotic scenery, came back to her senses and laughed: "The general is the same, arriving at my humble shack all by himself first."

"Trust is always mutual. You took the first step, so I can't be so narrow-minded."

"You are very open-minded."

Herag's voice was calm: "But since you recognize me, you should also know that although I am old, I still have some ability to protect myself."