Apocalypse Gachapon

He discarded the ornate beads, and Ye Zhongming held this metal in his hand, slightly injecting energy into it to remove the dye on it.

After a few minutes, a metal material identical to that of the Bronze Order Leader mask appeared before him.

He had separated this metal from both pieces of equipment, but what to do next? Was the metal all he got?

Merge? Or enchant?

To be honest, Ye Zhongming did not really dare to try. Once it failed, it wouldn’t just be a matter of losing clues, but a matter of damage; then the secret of the mask’s double layer would be lost forever.

It was just… huh?

Ye Zhongming thought for a full ten minutes or more. Just as he was about to give up, his gaze fixed on the small opening of the white substance, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.

He decided to give it a try.

At a certain moment, he fully activated the energy in his hand. The metal substrate of the ‘Four-Bead Bracelet’ gradually melted, and over time, approximately half an hour later, it completely liquefied.

Then, Ye Zhongming picked up the inner layer of the Bronze Order Leader mask and brought it close to this liquid.

An extremely thin metal thread, separated from the mass of liquid, slowly moved towards the starting opening of the white substance on the mask’s inner layer.

That opening was too fine, so fine that Ye Zhongming had to control it with his full concentration; otherwise, the outcome would be unpredictable if a mistake occurred.

When the thin metal thread successfully entered the opening, Ye Zhongming breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly focused again. He knew this was only the beginning because the white substance connected those chips and almost covered the entire mask. He had to carefully thread it through in the correct order, without making a single mistake.

Time passed bit by bit, and sweat was already visible on Ye Zhongming’s forehead.

This task was too meticulous, testing not only aspects like mental strength and physical stamina but also concentration and skill.

If Ye Zhongming didn’t have vast crafting experience, he really wouldn’t have been able to do this well. But even so, he still felt his mental energy was being rapidly depleted.

From the outside, Ye Zhongming was currently sitting on the ground, his hands half-raised in front of him, seemingly motionless. Only the metal in his hands was slowly decreasing, and the thin thread connected to the metal was gradually merging into the white substance, slowly filling the white substance that began to plump up.

No one knew how long it had been. When the metal substrate of the Four-Bead Bracelet had completely melted into the white substance channels of the mask, the last bit happened to land right at the starting opening.

This almost confirmed the validity of Ye Zhongming’s method. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that this piece of metal, after melting, exactly filled these white substances?

When all this was completed, those chips suddenly lit up, and the entire inner mask seemed to come alive.

Ye Zhongming wiped the sweat from his face, held the mask, and examined it from both sides. Then, tentatively, he put the mask on his face.

At first, there was nothing. But when Ye Zhongming felt no discomfort and then opened his eyes, the view in front changed color.

To be precise, two small light screens appeared at the eye positions of the mask.

“I am Nuo, the one hundred and first user of this mask.”

A consciousness just entered Ye Zhongming’s mind without any warning.

The King of Cloud Peak was not afraid; he knew this was probably some kind of technique. He could sense that he had probably discovered some secret.

The one hundred and first user? Wasn’t that the traitor?

Did he actually make the inner layer of this mask? That was a very long time ago.

“I don’t know who you are, a great craftsman who accidentally discovered this secret, or someone from the Star-Eye Clan who studied the mask. But whoever you are, please learn these things I left behind. I had no offspring in my life, so let my life continue in this way.”

Was this the legacy of that traitor who almost took control of the Star-Eye Clan?

Ye Zhongming tried and found that he could not control the light screen, nor could he control this mask.

“Before learning, I must explain: please cherish this opportunity, because there is only one chance. Unless you can make the ‘Askid Metal,’ something that has been extinct for countless years, reappear.”

The metal used to make the inner layer of the mask was called Askid Metal; it must have been extremely precious.

“Alright, I will begin now.”

The entire store was very quiet. Apart from Ye Zhongming, no one else heard this.

……………………………………

Zizi Kaba was also getting a bit anxious.

It was really because this Novice number one from the Star-Eye Clan had been inside for too long—a full day and more. What exactly was he selecting?

The other races had waited for so long and were getting increasingly restless. Several major races had already come to express their dissatisfaction, hoping Zizi Kaba could go in and remind the person inside.

Checking the time, Zizi Kaba decided that if the person inside still hadn’t come out after another half hour, he would go in and call him.

However, the store door opened at this moment, and Ye Zhongming walked out slowly.

“This is the list of items I need to purchase.” Ye Zhongming walked up to Zizi Kaba and handed him that piece of paper.

“I accidentally damaged a few prizes while inspecting them inside. Their names are listed at the end, and I’ve brought the items out.”

As he spoke, Ye Zhongming showed Zizi Kaba some items in his hand, all small, such as bracelets and rings. Zizi Kaba looked at them and then paid no more attention. After all, these were already Ye Zhongming’s things; if he damaged them, it was his own affair.

Ye Zhongming was also afraid that only damaging the Four-Bead Bracelet would arouse suspicion, so he had intentionally damaged a few other small items.

Zizi Kaba took the list and looked at the Novice number one before him with slight surprise.

Why did this guy seem like he had just been in a big battle? Additionally, the fluctuations in his power were not very stable, sometimes high and sometimes low. When low, it might only be around one thousand Furelai, but when high… how did it feel like it exceeded three thousand? Or even higher?

Seeing Ye Zhongming come out, everyone perked up. It was finally their turn to select rewards.

After greeting those he knew, the people from the Star-Eye Clan left immediately after He came out. As for those rewards, special personnel would deliver them to the Star-Eye Clan.

As for why they didn’t stay here any longer, Cheng Liujin was truly afraid that long nights bring many dreams, and also afraid that people would approach him again to discuss matters that were hard to refuse.

The Star-Eye Clan’s aircraft soared into the sky from the Novice planet and was the first to leave here.

After entering the space, Ye Zhongming found a room and fell directly asleep, only to be awakened by He’s knocking.

Putting the brought food and water to the side, He asked with concern, “What’s wrong with you? Are your injuries not healed? Why do you look so tired?”

Ye Zhongming drank some water, ate while looking at He, and then asked, “Do you know Bing Shengning?”

He’s face instantly showed an expression of shock, even mixed with a bit of fear.