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State: Larval Form
Physical Energy: 11/11
Burst Strength: 10/55
Fullness: 95%
Active Time: 110 hours
Energy Points: 12/5000
Chen Fei took a moment to glance at the system's "Individual Information".
10 Energy Points in hand, but... what's that good for?
The cheapest "Physical Evolution Database" on the first page of the "Skill Shop" costs 99 Energy Points, and he was still 87 points short. He had no idea when he would be able to gather enough.
Arriving at the recycle station, Chen Fei saw a huge rectangular solid made of neatly stacked cardboard boxes with clear edges and corners.
The repeatedly sifted and cleaned wreckage of the fighter jets had finally been brought here, and they had been violently disassembled. Metals were with metals, plastics with plastics, and even standard fasteners had been sorted and packed into cardboard boxes.
Such meticulous work could only be done by the mechanical repair team.
For others, facing modular assembly components, they wouldn't know where to begin and could only stare blankly.
Lack of technological skills meant that violent cuts were another matter.
Disassembled like this, it did save a lot of trouble.
At least it wasn't necessary to throw everything into a reaction tank for biological degradation.
"Eat it directly, or smelt it first?"
Chen Fei looked toward the eager female Metallic Dragon.
Applying the philosophy of cuisine to metal smelting, Emmm... he could truly get creative.
Just take flour as an example, it's all about creativity!
"Of course, it's..." Yilan instinctively wanted to choose direct consumption, but before she could speak, she suddenly changed her mind.
"Of course, it's to try different alloy formulas."
The taste of different metal compositions would vary, and previously, being preoccupied with filling their bellies, they seldom had the chance to order such a meal.
The Slan Dynasty of Cangqiong Star never indulged the Metallic Dragons they reared, providing food that was only sufficient for warmth and satiation, rarely offering a change in flavor.
In fact, it was already quite good for the juvenile dragons to eat their fill. To dream of a refined diet and achieve Mithril freedom, even if they ruled over the entire Empire of Cangqiong Star, it would still be too much to bear.
Blue Star's reserves of Mithril were much richer than those of Cangqiong Star, virtually ubiquitous across the planet, with traces in every handful of dirt, but the concentration was extremely low, making it difficult to form ore bodies and limiting the output. Smelting was very troublesome, and the cost, while slightly lower than on Cangqiong Star, was still not much lower.
Blue Star itself didn't have enough for its own use, struggling to squeeze out a portion for trade with Cangqiong Star each year. How could they afford to feed it to dragons?
"Yilan, could you help identify the metal materials in the boxes and pick out the excess? Let's try to accumulate enough for one or two rough ingots."
Chen Fei continued to open the cardboard boxes, setting aside the ones with fewer metal materials. He planned to throw them all into the reaction tank later, where after a period of biological degradation, the inorganics and metals would finally be separated.
"This is too easy!" Yilan gladly took up Chen Fei's suggestion, without a hint of refusal.
She pounced on the pile of boxes, and thanks to the Metallic Dragons' innate ability to sense metal materials, she could tell how much metal each box contained without even opening them. Moving quickly and efficiently, in no time, she sorted them into two piles, with the majority having more metal substances.
The automatic feeding smelting furnace glowed with intense heat as the temperature surged.
All kinds of metal shapes quickly turned red as if they were candle wax, softening and eventually converging into a blob.
A liquid sphere, glowing like a miniature sun, was suspended in the middle of the furnace under the restraint of a magnetic field, with the temperature display reaching 2600 degrees Celsius, fluctuating by less than 10 degrees.
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As the magnetic field shifted, the molten liquid metal sphere fell into a crucible and then slowly poured into a mold. After cooling down, it formed the most basic rough ingots.
If one wanted to reuse these metals, the rough ingots could be processed as raw material. In many places where high requirements were not necessary, the metal products made from these rough ingots were more than sufficient, completely up to the task.
Under the mist of cooling water, the surface of the mold hissed as the steam diffused unremittingly.
A minute later, the rough ingot, still hot to the touch, was removed.
The female Metallic Dragon, Yilan, bit into it eagerly.
"The mithril content can reach at least 60%, plus there's dark gold."
The taste of mithril was like cheese, both sweet and savory, while dark gold felt like hazelnuts, both crunchy and fragrant.
The high temperature of 2600 degrees Celsius in the smelting furnace had not been enough to melt tungsten (with a melting point of 3410 degrees Celsius), so many un-melted tungsten scraps remained inside the rough ingot, giving it a texture like cheese sticks with a nutty heart.
Every bite was filled with happiness, and the moved Yilan felt like crying.
It wasn't often that Metallic Dragons had the opportunity to dismantle attack aircraft and re-melt them for a feast.
Clang!
A half-ingot flew over, crashing heavily in front of Chen Fei.
The female Metallic Dragon Yilan soberly said, "Half for you, half for me!"
"Ah?"
Chen Fei stared at the rough ingot at his feet, somewhat stunned, noting the fierce bite marks on it.
The idea of a Metallic Dragon willingly sharing its food was practically unheard of.
It was instinctive for creatures to protect their food. Even domestic cats and dogs, if someone dared to touch their current meal, a snap would be the lightest punishment—the more temperamental ones might turn aggressive and disown you on the spot.
If even ordinary animals behaved like that, how much more so for the notoriously temperamental and malicious Metallic Dragons? Anyone daring to touch their food would face a relentless fight to the death. That was standard operating procedure.
Yilan, eager to share the delicious meal and her emotions, urged, "Eat it while it's hot, it's both fragrant and tender!"
It seemed she had somewhat forgotten that the one in front of her was a human, not a Metallic Dragon.
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