Novel Full Chapter 687: Mountains of Junk
Su Yuan stared at the vast sea of broken Dominator Artifacts, stunned. “This many? The count must be in the trillions.”
Zhang Jinzhong said respectfully, “Alternate Speaker, this is Warehouse No. 1 for discarded items. There are ten thousand more warehouses of the same size.”
Su Yuan’s eyes nearly bulged out. “So many? Hasn’t the Chaos Alliance ever thought about reusing them?”
Zhang Jinzhong looked puzzled. “Do you mean extracting raw materials? We have plenty of raw materials in our warehouses. Why waste effort extracting them? Artificers are already in short supply, and extracting raw materials is thankless work.”
Su Yuan casually grabbed a Dominator Artifact—a broken blade with only half remaining. The Chaos Dao Patterns inside were mostly worn away, leaving only a faint, incomplete trace.
This Dominator Artifact was completely ruined. Its power could barely maintain the First-Order Dao Venerable Realm. If tossed into the Chaos, it might serve as a lucky charm for some protagonist, but here on the Second Frontline, even a dog wouldn’t want it.
“These Dominator Artifacts are Alliance property and cannot be discarded. So whenever one is scrapped and unusable, it gets stored in the warehouses. Over countless ages, the accumulation has become enormous,” Zhang Jinzhong explained.
Su Yuan nodded upon hearing this.
The Chaos Alliance indeed had abundant resource output. Forging materials flowed endlessly, so no one cared about these scraps.
Su Yuan drafted a report, applying to requisition one warehouse’s worth of scrapped Dominator Artifacts.
His applications now went directly to Xie Tingfeng.
When Xie Tingfeng received Su Yuan’s report, he muttered, “What does this guy want with that junk?”
Despite his confusion, Xie Tingfeng didn’t dwell on it. He casually approved Su Yuan’s report.
After receiving the approval, Su Yuan said to Zhang Jinzhong, “Alright, this place is now under my control. You may leave.”
Zhang Jinzhong checked the camp system and indeed saw the order for cooperation.
So he bowed and said, “This subordinate takes his leave. Feel free to call me if you need anything!”
Zhang Jinzhong withdrew.
Su Yuan stood alone facing the mountain of scrapped Dominator Artifacts.
The next moment, his eyes transformed into a peculiar vision—part real, part illusory. He saw countless information entities piling up before him.
The broken blade remnant in his hand took on a different form in his sight: a complete longsword forged from countless radiant lights.
Only the part that was the broken blade remained in a solid state. The rest—the majority that had broken off and disappeared—existed in an illusory state, submerged in the ocean of nothingness information.
This proved that most of the sword’s body had been completely annihilated, not lost elsewhere.
Repairing such a broken blade was nearly impossible.
But Su Yuan could now do it.
Su Yuan touched his finger to the broken blade. Mysterious and powerful Power of Fame flowed into the weapon.
It could be seen that the blade’s surface, mottled and covered in cracks, was rapidly healing. Even the internal Chaos Dao Patterns were restored under the Power of Fame’s repair.
Through his Reality and Illusion Eyes, he could directly see the blade’s original, complete form. With his [Dominator of Artifacts] abilities, repairing the broken blade was effortless.
The blade’s aura continuously climbed, quickly reaching the Eleventh-Order Dominator Artifact strength.
Su Yuan assessed the cost: the Power of Fame consumed was negligible, practically nonexistent.
On the contrary, his Power of Fame had actually increased a bit!
Because under his repair, the broken blade had now gained “life,” becoming a source that supplied Su Yuan’s True Name Power and False Name Power!
The real major expenditure of Power of Fame came next.
Su Yuan touched his finger again to the illusory, incomplete part of the sword body.
The Power of Fame acted like a giant hand, beginning to retrieve from the ocean of nothingness information the information originally belonging to this broken blade.
During the retrieval process, the Power of Fame naturally began to deplete. After a while, Su Yuan finally gathered all the lost information of the broken blade and returned it to its original form.
Su Yuan discovered that this broken blade had suddenly gained the ability to self-repair. It was continuously absorbing Chaos Origin, restoring its sword body and Dao Patterns!
The previous broken blade had no self-repair capability. But now that the information had been retrieved, the longsword could restore itself.
Originally, Su Yuan had planned to use Power of Fame to directly repair the sword body. But seeing this, he realized he didn’t need to expend extra effort—he could just let the blade repair itself.
Thus, Su Yuan’s consumed Power of Fame wasn’t that much.
After this longsword was fully repaired, it was expected to reach the 39th Tier level.
But because Su Yuan had imbued it with life, granting it the essence of existence and the potential for evolution, it might even have a chance to directly break through to the 40th Tier after recovery.
Su Yuan nodded with satisfaction, then looked back at the trillions of Dominator Artifacts in the warehouse.
He sighed, “This is a massive project!”
Without hesitation, he released a sea of Power of Fame, spreading it over tens of millions of scrapped Dominator Artifacts.
Vast amounts of Power of Fame rapidly repaired the physical damage of these Dominator Artifacts while simultaneously retrieving their complete information from the information ocean.
The entire process was effortless.
Repairing the entire warehouse’s Dominator Artifacts was only a matter of time.
On the other side.
At Wall No. 77 of Qingfeng City.
A full ten million troops were stationed here.
Countless Chaos Dominators stood atop the wall, staring into the depths of Nothingness, ready for battle at any moment.
At one section of the wall.
Dongfang Mingjing, Zhan Tian, Ji Qing, and others were stationed here.
Dongfang Mingjing commanded a million troops under him, while Zhan Tian served as his ten-thousand-man commander, managing a hundred thousand soldiers.
Dongfang Mingjing glanced at Zhan Tian and said in surprise, “Zhan Tian, I thought you wouldn’t come back to the battlefield!”
Zhan Tian looked confused. “Why?”
“Your teacher is now the Director of the Military Artifactory Headquarters, but he doesn’t seem to have many useful subordinates. As his disciple, aren’t you going to help him out?” Dongfang Mingjing smiled.
“I don’t know how to forge. What would I do there? I just want to kill Scavengers.”
Zhan Tian said calmly. He remembered being killed by a Seventy-Two Rank Scavenger, and he held that grudge.
Ji Qing spoke up at this point. “Since your teacher is so powerful, why don’t you get us a full set of good gear? Our equipment is all worn out!”
Zhan Tian glanced at him and indeed saw a dozen obvious scars on Ji Qing’s armor. These were clearly wounds from Scavenger attacks that couldn’t be easily repaired.
The other team members also had old, worn-out equipment that hadn’t been replaced in a long time.
Equipment was far too expensive—they simply couldn’t afford to replace it.
Though Ji Qing’s words were a bit harsh, the team really did need new gear. But directly asking his teacher for equipment for his teammates was something Zhan Tian clearly couldn’t bring himself to do.
Dongfang Mingjing frowned. “Ji Qing, what are you talking about? Look at Zhan Tian’s own equipment.”
Ji Qing glanced at Zhan Tian’s tattered gear and curled his lips.