Apocalypse Gachapon

“Oh?”

The others were all very surprised. The Fourth Manager laughed and said, “Second Brother, you guessed correctly. He did indeed go to the Manufacturing District. However, your reason isn’t sufficient. After all, perhaps the most important thing for him right now is to find a cultivation method suitable for him. The Star-Eye Clan doesn’t have anything that suits his combat style.”

The others all looked at the Fourth Manager. It was clear that this one was not, as Second Manager had said, completely oblivious to outside matters.

“Then do you know? This novice was probably once an agent of the Taros Red Dwarves.”

Everyone looked at the Second Manager. If this were true, then things would get interesting.

“You also know that the personality of those dwarves is the opposite of their rugged appearance. Whatever the reason, for an agent who was originally theirs to come here using the Star-Eye Clan’s entry pass, would they be willing? I heard that during the Novice battlefield, a dwarf made a move. Unfortunately, they didn’t manage to kill him, but were instead dealt with by him.”

“So, this person would want to find some Taros Red Dwarves’ manufacturing techniques, then develop silently to strike back at them?”

When the Fourth Manager said this, his eyes were shining.

The life of a librarian was too boring. Apart from cultivation and reading, they had no other leisure activities. Without permission, they could only move within the confines of the Library Palace.

Round Spear was the person responsible for bringing Ye Zhongming over. This annual reception task was always fiercely contested, precisely because it provided an opportunity to stroll around Starshine City.

After Ye Zhongming arrived, he saw Round Spear seemingly reading quietly there, but actually, he had come out a day early and had already wandered around Starshine City for a long time.

As for why they didn’t take a vehicle but walked for an hour to the Library Palace, the answer could also be found here.

“What this novice will do in the future, I don’t know. However, if he really went to the Manufacturing District, it’s clear that he hopes to continue progressing in the manufacturing industry. Once his skills truly advance by leaps and bounds, then I think after he leaves, conflict with the Taros Red Dwarves will become even more unavoidable.”

At this point, the Second Manager’s eyes, like the Fourth Manager’s, were very bright, as if they were exceptionally interested in this matter; even if it were to happen, it would be who knows how many years later.

Perhaps, this way, they could look forward to it for many years, and during these years, life would become less boring when they occasionally remembered this matter.

“What you said makes me very interested in this novice now. I’m going to go observe him. Is anyone coming with me?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you.”

“Me too!”

The Third and Fourth Managers responded to the First Manager’s words. The three of them bid farewell to the Second Manager. Staying here watching these people practice the Tranquil Breath Art was just too, too boring.

…………………………………………

Ye Zhongming felt a bright light before his eyes, and then he entered a vast hall that resembled a mine.

He looked around but didn’t encounter anyone, nor did he see any books.

Just as he was very puzzled and didn’t know what to do, a person suddenly came through a small door on the other side, carrying a bucket of water and with a rag hanging over their shoulder.

Another Tripedal person!

It seemed the Tripedal Race was indeed the main racial component of the Library Palace.

“You are… that Novice champion?” This person was also surprised. Initially wanting to ask who he was, but then quickly guessed Ye Zhongming’s identity.

“Yes, is this the Manufacturing District? But I can’t find any books. Who should I ask? Please tell me.”

Ye Zhongming spoke very politely.

Although the person opposite had no aura of an expert, probably an ordinary person in charge of backend matters, he did not look down on them at all.

His understanding of the Library Palace came from Cheng Liujin and Jie Su on the road. He knew that the librarians here were a group of very respectable people.

They were using their entire lifespan to guard the final wealth of the cosmic races.

“He actually came here first?” This person muttered, put the water bucket and rag aside, and gestured for Ye Zhongming to follow him.

“Previously, some ancient books were carved on various carriers: animal bones, animal skins, bamboo, wood, silk gauze, etc. Over time, they inevitably became easily damaged. Later, they were all converted into image books and stored in the secret storage rooms of the major halls. Although you have A-level permission, you are not qualified to read the originals.”

This person walked and explained: “What you can read are the electronic materials stored on the terminals. Look, right here, on this terminal. Turn it on, and it will display the book catalog.”

This person touched a piece of wood that looked like decorative carving. The carved wood separated, revealing a terminal. After powering it on, inside was a dense list of books.

“For convenient retrieval, the books here are categorized. For example, books on principles, books on processes, books on material processing, books on mastering heat control, books on pharmacological reactions, books on experiential notes, and so on. There are many, many categories. You need first to select a major category, then choose the specific book. See the annotations behind them? Those indicate which race offered the book, how many years it has been since then, the reading permission level, or if there’s no reading permission, the amount of Moonspan Gold required.”

Ye Zhongming listened carefully. He hadn’t expected this person to be the person in charge here; they didn’t look the part at all.

Perhaps noticing Ye Zhongming’s expression, this person explained: “I know that cleaning can now be done with various machines or even war beasts, but… if I don’t do something, having nothing to do would drive me crazy.”

Ye Zhongming quickly nodded, indicating understanding.

Indeed, if a person always stays in a fixed environment, what difference is there from being in prison? Freedom is relative. The only good thing is probably the environment.

“Alright, with your reading permission, you can read all the books here for free. But remember, you cannot copy or take them away by any means, unless you memorize them all in your mind.”

“You have five days. Remember to allocate your time reasonably.”

After saying this, this person glanced at Ye Zhongming and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Ye Zhongming.

“It’s like this, I would like to ask you, are there any books here about the Taros Red Dwarves’ manufacturing methods? Even the most basic introductory level would be fine!”

Who knew that upon hearing this, this person turned around sharply. “You said you want to read books on Taros Red Dwarves’ technology?”

Ye Zhongming nodded and said, yes.

What he didn’t know was that his conversation with this person in charge of the Manufacturing District had been transmitted to a room where only two people were sitting. One of them, an old man with a white beard sitting in the main seat, suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at the person beside him, he said, “Tell me, is this an… opportunity we have long awaited?”