Chapter 484 - 483: The Beginning of an Arms Dealer

Chapter 484: Chapter 483: The Beginning of an Arms Dealer

As for the other one, Seraphina Sinclair used Insight on it directly.

[Metal Processing Device Diagram (C-level)]

[Learning Requirement: Intelligence ≥ 8]

[Materials Required: Iron Ingot x5, copper ingot x5, cloth x10, Blood Moon Essence x1]

[Effect: Creates a precision metal processing device that can turn Metal Bars into various metal products. Compared to the basic version, this device has more autonomous functions. After inserting a standard mechanical diagram, it will automatically process Metal Bars into the finished form specified by the diagram, with no manual intervention required.]

’A standard mechanical diagram?’

’What’s that?’

The moment the thought popped into Seraphina Sinclair’s head, a relevant notification appeared.

[Standard Mechanical Diagram: A diagram with a scale, structural cross-sections, and precise dimensioning.]

Seraphina Sinclair’s expression grew complex as she read the notification.

She turned to look at Luna Jacobs.

Luna Jacobs was looking back at her.

They stared at each other for three seconds.

"Can you draw one of these?" Seraphina Sinclair asked.

Luna Jacobs was silent for a moment. "...I can modify diagrams, but that doesn’t mean I can draw them from scratch. It’s like how you can eat a dish, but that doesn’t mean you can write the recipe."

"That’s actually a pretty good analogy."

"I know."

Seraphina Sinclair scratched her head and looked back at the description.

’Scale, structural cross-sections, precise dimensioning...’

The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed. Suddenly, a memory surfaced from deep in her mind. ’Didn’t the professor teach this in my university mechanical drafting class?’

Seraphina Sinclair couldn’t remember the details clearly, but that was fine. Someone in the regional channel was bound to remember. She just needed to find that talent.

Just as Seraphina Sinclair thought the problem was solved, she suddenly looked up again.

’Wait a minute.’

’Even if I find someone like that, what am I going to make with this thing?’

The mobile cabin fell silent for a moment before Seraphina Sinclair suddenly stood up.

Luna Jacobs, startled by the sudden movement, caught her breath and asked irritably, "What are you doing?"

"I’ve got it," Seraphina Sinclair’s eyes lit up. "We can make guns."

"Make guns?" Luna Jacobs was even more bewildered. She pointed at the diagram in front of Seraphina Sinclair. "With just this? Are you kidding? Do you even know the parts of a gun?"

Of course, Seraphina Sinclair didn’t.

But that was fine. Someone else did.

Before coming to this world, firearms were humanity’s most powerful weapons. There was no reason for humanity to abandon them just because they were here in The Black Mist World.

As for the problem of bullets not being powerful enough...

’We’re in this world now, so why stick to ordinary bullets?’

Seraphina Sinclair considered Little Mushroom to be the most powerful craftsman she knew. Once the gun was made, having it use this world’s materials to create bullets shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

At most, it would just take a lot of time.

The more Seraphina Sinclair thought about it, the more she believed this path was viable.

If the materials of this world could be made into runic ink, equipment, and all sorts of other things, there was no reason they couldn’t be made into bullets.

She didn’t know the specific details, but it was enough that someone else did.

With that, she got right to it.

Seraphina Sinclair opened the regional channel and quickly typed out a line of text.

[Blacktiger Ford]: Anyone here ever worked in a munitions factory? An old master craftsman would be best.

"??? Munitions factory? Master Blacktiger, what are you planning?"

"Does this vibe feel right? Isn’t this The Black Mist World? Why are we suddenly seeing job postings?"

"Master, are you serious? Looking for someone like that... are you planning to open a munitions factory? Can you even open one in a dump like this?"

"I don’t know what the master is up to, but I’ll bow down first."

Seraphina Sinclair watched the messages scroll by rapidly, a little speechless. ’They’re all just here for the show,’ she thought. ’Not a single person who can actually do the job.’

Just as she was about to close the regional channel, a private message popped up.

[Moonlitpond]: I worked at the Northern Industrial Group for thirty-one years. Lathe, clamp, milling, planing, grinding—I’ve done it all. Worked the production lines, too. What do you need?

[Blacktiger Ford]: Can you draw up diagrams?

[Moonlitpond]: I can. If I couldn’t draw a diagram after thirty-one years in the business, I’d have wasted my life. What kind of diagram do you need? A gun?

The person’s tone was direct, with no unnecessary pleasantries or the kind of shock the people in the channel had shown.

Thirty-one years of experience, and he’d handled lathes, clamps, milling, planing, and grinding.

This wasn’t some ordinary assembly-line worker; this was a true master craftsman.

[Blacktiger Ford]: Yes, a handgun. Nothing too structurally complex, as long as it can fire. The diagram needs to have dimensioning and cross-sections. The more detailed, the better.

[Moonlitpond]: A Type 92. I can draw that with my eyes closed. But what do you need it for? The monsters in this place... normal bullets won’t penetrate them, will they?

[Blacktiger Ford]: I’ll take care of the bullet problem. You just focus on the diagram.

[Moonlitpond]: Deal. But let me be blunt: I can draw the diagram, but whether or not you can actually build it from the drawing is your problem. The equipment and materials in this world are different from back home. I have no idea if you can control the tolerances.

[Blacktiger Ford]: You can rest assured about all that.

[Moonlitpond]: Then there’s no problem.

’What a straightforward person.’

Seraphina Sinclair asked, "I’ve made my requirements clear. What do you want in return?"

The dialogue box paused for a long time after that question before the other person’s message finally came through.

[Moonlitpond]: Food. I can draw the diagram for you, but it’ll take several days. You have to feed me during that time.

’Food...’

The request was so simple it was a little heartbreaking.

Seraphina Sinclair agreed immediately. After sending the necessary materials to Moonlitpond and also asking him to draw up a diagram for the bullets, she wasted no time in summoning the waiter.

Of course, summoning the waiter for this matter was pointless, but Seraphina Sinclair had no way to contact Little Mushroom directly, so she had to call the waiter first.

The waiter, having grasped the situation: "..."

It looked at Seraphina Sinclair with a pitiful expression. "My lady, you’ve changed."

’So what if I’ve changed? People are always changing.’

Little Mushroom arrived quickly. It seemed the waiter had deliberately scared it, as its entire mushroom face was wrinkled up, and its small eyes stared nervously at Seraphina Sinclair.

Seraphina Sinclair comforted it for a bit before pushing the Metal Processing Device Diagram over. She then explained the concept of a "gun" to Little Mushroom from start to finish, trying her best to make it understand what she wanted it to create.

This one simple task ended up taking Seraphina Sinclair the entire morning.

At first, it was just her explaining things to Little Mushroom, but later, Moonlitpond joined in.

It had to be said, a master craftsman was a master craftsman. The moment Moonlitpond started talking, the pressure on Seraphina Sinclair immediately eased.

In the end, Little Mushroom still didn’t understand what a "gun" or a "bullet" was. But it did understand what its master wanted it to do, and it understood where the finished product would be used.

Although the specific steps were still a blank, the image of the physical object had, at least, truly taken shape in its mind.