CH 105

The Mechanical Research Institute is a relatively young organization in Thalorian. Its main focus is on studying items brought back from ruins or relics, which are usually creations of human civilization from the previous era or even longer ago.

After acquiring a considerable amount of knowledge, they began to manufacture high-end and advanced spiritual creations.

However, among the numerous academies, institutions, and organizations within Thalorian, it still remains inconspicuous.

Until three hundred years ago, a genius appeared, who was later revered as Master Gorman by future generations.

He summarized the experiences of his predecessors, created a correct path for studying and analyzing spiritual energy and souls, and used his extraordinary talent to transform ancient relics, creating soul material panels that can explore characteristics. This greatly improved the complex and inaccurate characteristic testing process in Thalorian and also defeated all opponents.

Since then, the Mechanical Research Institute has soared to new heights.

Nowadays, the Mechanical Research Institute has become the largest experimental base, the most advanced manufacturing workshop, and the forefront of theoretical research in Thalorian.

Unlike the Goldworth Academy, which only conducts theoretical research, it is the real deal.

The Mechanical Research Institute has also become one of the most desirable places for ordinary people who cannot ignite the flame of the soul. Without characteristics and spiritual energy, their weapon is academia and knowledge.

However, as research deepened, the Mechanical Research Institute became increasingly eccentric in the eyes of most people and gradually became a gathering place for madmen and lunatics.

Many people believe that if it were not for its many important functions, it would have been disbanded long ago.

And one of its most important functions is its cooperation with the Goldworth Academy.

Within the academy, the Mechanical Research Institute has several large research institutes, and the Spiritual Energy Laboratory is one of them. It is one of the few workshops that can accurately analyze souls and energy.

Rode is the first subject to be analyzed today. He entered the door of the Spiritual Energy Laboratory on time and was greeted by the specially appointed researcher and his mentor, Mina.

After Rode became a special student, all of his training courses were arranged by the Special Student Affairs Department, which Mina was in charge of.

The courses were very simple, just shooting a pistol.

To be fair, Mina was indeed excellent. Under her guidance, Rode's pistol shooting skills had become extremely proficient. Whether it was rapid fire or slow fire, light shots or heavy shots, he hit the bullseye accurately every time.

However, because it was a one-on-one private lesson, Rode had not had much contact with other special students until now.

"You don't look like you've slept well. Didn't I tell you to rest well?" Mina asked with a slightly unhappy tone. She had long brown hair, a beautiful voice, and a broad mind.

Rode smiled and said, "Sorry, I stayed up all night studying and immersed myself in the world of knowledge. I completely forgot about the time."

Mina's expression improved slightly.

To her, knowledge was power and life. Rode's respect and love for knowledge, which was different from most Flamebearers, was something she was very satisfied with. That's why she was so dedicated to helping him with pistol shooting.

"Of course, studying is important, but you also need to consider the occasion."

Although it was a reprimand, her tone was already very gentle. Mina took Rode's hand and walked inside, murmuring as she went.

"Today's experiment is very important. The Spiritual Energy Laboratory is very busy, and there won't be a second test for a long time. If you want to change the name of your flame, this is your chance... By the way, my teacher, Lord Amides, is very interested in the theory you mentioned. Are you interested in meeting him?"

Rode was taken aback. "What theory?"

"The theory that you said my feet are not smooth enough."

Rode had almost forgotten about this. He was puzzled and asked, "Wasn't I wrong? Sister Mina, your feet are soft, white, fragrant, and sweet. They are very smooth. When you slide on the ground, you stop, which proves that my conventional theory is completely bankrupt."

From Rode's perspective, he could see Mina's slightly blushing ears.

"Well... um, my teacher criticized me."

For the first time, Mina's tone sounded a bit timid and embarrassed.

"My teacher gave me an example. Rough feet can only slide for three steps, smooth feet can slide for thirty steps, and extremely smooth feet combined with an extremely smooth ground can slide for three hundred steps. So, what if it's infinitely smooth? Isn't that what you called inertia?"

Rode laughed, "That's right, your teacher does have some brains... Ouch!"

Mina tightened her grip, and Rode's wrist made a cracking sound.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Are you saying that I have no brains? That I used violence to force you to change the truth?"

"No, no, not at all. Reasonable questioning is part of the truth. Whatever Sister Mina does is right."

"Then you agreed?"

"I agreed."

"Good." Mina said joyfully, "After you finish the test, we will go see the teacher. Little Rode, let me tell you, knowledge is the most powerful weapon in this world. You will definitely be impressed by the teacher's profound knowledge."

As they chatted, they walked through the corridor and arrived in a huge hall.The room was filled with various instruments, and huge crystals and gemstones could be seen everywhere.

The entire floor of the hall was made of real silver. It's worth noting that a real silver bullet doesn't even contain half a gram of silver.

Just the silver on this floor could probably make hundreds of thousands of bullets.

The walls and ceiling were made of extremely expensive star marrow. Just this room alone was priceless.

Mina shouted, "Professor, let's begin."

The bearded man sitting in the innermost seat nodded slightly.

Several young men in white coats walked over and took Rode from Mina. They brushed him all over with a large brush and took out everything from his body.

The heads of the ten departments of the three academies and a dozen teachers watched from the side.

Three people with "Great Library Recorder" badges quickly wrote something on the manuscript paper with charcoal.

Rode felt a little embarrassed. He should have left his things in the dream realm.

After the men in white coats finished tidying up, they led him to a huge crystal disc and gave him half a sip of water to hold in his mouth without swallowing.

"Relax."

A glimmer of light flashed in the bearded man's hand, and the detection began.

"Do not use any spiritual energy, do not use your abilities."

Ripples appeared in the air, and the bearded man stared at a crystal panel, saying, "You are a Starfire Sequence, you have three fire seeds."

There was a commotion among the teachers of the academy. Many of them didn't know that Rode had ignited three fire seeds.

When Rode entered the academy, he only had one fire seed. He ignited two more within two months as a freshman, which was indeed very rare.

They asked Director Miller one after another, but Miller's expression was serious. He shook his head slightly, indicating that she didn't know either.

The charcoal in the hands of the Great Library Recorders moved a little faster.

Mina was very happy but also a little worried. Rode was so outstanding that the academy and the Military War Department might not let him go. It would be difficult for her to make him her little junior brother.

No!

She clenched her small hand. No matter what, she had to win Rode over! His knowledge and talent must not be buried!

The detection continued, and the ripples became more intense.

The bearded man said, "The first fire seed, the closest tone to the soul feedback after being compiled by the Germaine Law, is Skoluskodoso in the Majis language, meaning dim and deep color, the meaning of plundering, devouring, and gluttony. It is directly translated as 'Dim Glutton'. After polishing and modification, it is translated as 'Black Food Bucket', which is not inappropriate."

Rode almost sprayed the water in his mouth.

He forced himself to speak with the water in his mouth, "I think it should be changed to 'Black War God' or 'Terrifying Death God' or 'Handsome Guy in Black'."

The bearded man said expressionlessly, "Childish, distorted, meaningless, rejected, maintain the original translation."

Damn.

You guys are really toxic.

Rode had no choice but to close his mouth.

The ripples in the air boiled, and as the detection went deeper, the bearded man's face became serious. He muttered, "Strange, strange, this fluctuation is too strange."

He almost pressed his eyes against the crystal panel.

"Why would this waveform appear? Are you not a Firebearer? No, this is impossible."

Rode became nervous, his body tensed, ready to use his last resort at any time.

But the bearded man suddenly raised his head and asked, "I heard that your fire seeds give you strong clairvoyance and an advantage in fighting in the sewer?"

Even if Rode didn't want to admit the latter, he couldn't help but nod.

"Why?"

The bearded man seemed to have encountered a problem.

"Is there any connection between these two? Could it be that seeing too much filth enhances inspiration? Hmm, it seems to make sense. Forcing oneself to see things that are not pleasing to the eye might really be beneficial to enhancing the perception of the soul."

Rode hadn't spoken yet, but he had already figured himself out.

"Yes, that's it. Fighting in the sewer is the core principle for you, and clairvoyance is just an additional effect."

The bearded man became more and more convinced and said loudly:

"The main effect of the Black Food Bucket is to greatly enhance adaptability in a sewer-like environment, with the additional effect of enhancing clairvoyance. The intensity is very high and should be classified as a first-class characteristic."

The teachers clapped their hands lightly, and many of them congratulated Director Miller in a low voice.

The charcoal in the hands of the three recorders almost flew up, flipping through the sheets of manuscript paper.

Mina's eyes turned and she shouted, "Rode, do your best! Come sleep at my house tonight."

In an instant, she attracted the attention of many white coats.

The bearded man coughed heavily, and everyone reluctantly turned their heads.

Several teachers were a little unhappy. "What is Mina doing? Doesn't she know how old she is?"

"Director Miller, you should control these unruly researchers. The atmosphere in the academy has been very bad recently."

"Yes, she is the person of the scholar Amides. We should be careful not to let them snatch people away."

Miller didn't say anything, but her tightly pursed lips showed that she wasn't as indifferent as she appeared.

"The second fire seed."

The bearded man continued, ""The tone of the soul feedback after compilation, Besolas, in Istak language, means something blue and pointed. According to the plant atlas, it translates to 'grass', which is not obviously inappropriate. However, I personally think that the tone has a sense of wildness, so it can be embellished as 'wild grass'."

"Do you, the student, need to change it to a name?"

Rode didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only ask in a low voice, "Can it be changed to 'Chilling Green'?"

The bearded man said expressionlessly, "Childish, pretentious, full of weak superiority, completely inconsistent with the original meaning, rejected."

Rode sighed, "Then don't change it."

The ripples in the air boiled up again. The bearded man stared for a moment and frowned, "I remember you said your spark has excellent recovery effects, and the Ash Digger's report also mentioned the ability to cut souls. Is that true?"

Rode nodded.

The bearded man frowned, "Why is your spark characteristic field so wide? But the trajectory deep in the soul is so clear and simple, unlike the complex and intricate characteristics."

Rode didn't know how to explain. Just as he was thinking about making up a reason, the bearded man clapped his hands.

"I got it!"

"Your ability is actually to squeeze the soul. When you use it on yourself, it's squeezing the potential of the soul to use more spiritual power. When used on enemies, it can destroy the soul!"

"That's right, it must be like this. Your characteristic is actually soul squeezing."

What else could Rode do but nod?

The three recorders started writing frantically again, and the sound of the paper rustling echoed in the lab.

Mina's eyes turned, and she exclaimed, "So that's how it is! You're so great, little Rode! Can we stay longer tonight?"

The teachers turned their heads and glared at each other. Several of them kept whispering in Miller's ear, "Director, this is unbearable."

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"Recovery ability is precious! How can she waste it on personal enjoyment? I haven't even tried... cough cough."

"Protest to the bald master, drive that shameless woman out of the academy! Say she's ruining the academy's atmosphere!"

"Yes, yes, we can't let Rode slip away. As long as he's in the academy, those organizations with ill intentions will have to behave a bit, giving us some face."

Miller kept her mouth shut, but behind her large glasses, the fire in her eyes showed that she would definitely take action.

Rode, however, was still unclear about what was going on. Although this big sister was quite enthusiastic in their daily interactions, she seemed to be overly enthusiastic today, didn't she?

"The third spark."

The bearded man called out.

"The tone of the soul feedback after compilation, Axisolama, in Sasolania language, means something in the middle, straight, immediate action, spurt out, shoot out. The tone is grand and intense, with a sense of a silver bottle suddenly breaking, water and porridge bursting. It can be translated as 'Instant Shot'."

What!

Rode couldn't believe his ears.

What the hell is "Instant Shot"?

Is your brain okay? Can you even translate like this?

You're a genius!

You're really a genius!

I never thought that someone could translate "Justice Execution" into "Instant Shot".

No wonder there's something like the "God of Feces Eating" in the Doomsday Sect. With a translation genius like you, what's impossible?

Rode didn't even have the strength to refute.

Why waste your breath when it's all going to be rejected anyway?

Mina on the side was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. The uniform on her chest was trembling, attracting the eyes of many in white coats.

The bearded man was still very satisfied and continued, "Clear waveform, intense and wild suppression and release, this is a spiritual energy cannon. Wow, this structure, this trajectory, it's simply perfect. My God, I've never seen such beautiful symmetry. Its use of spiritual energy has reached unimaginable limits. My holy fire, its power enhancement, I can't describe it..."

Amidst the continuous exclamations, the bearded man announced:

"This is a first-class characteristic, the strongest spiritual energy cannon I've ever seen in my life. Its only drawback is that it consumes too much spiritual energy, but this student also has the characteristic of recovering spiritual energy, which is a perfect match."

"I believe that his three sparks should all be adjusted to the first class, and he himself should be given high priority. His personal salary level should be adjusted to special class."

As soon as the words fell, the teachers exploded. They crowded around Miller and quickly walked up, grabbing his hand.

Miller was a serious middle-aged woman, but at this moment, she managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Rode, come with me to the administrative office."

However, Rode's other hand was grabbed by Mina.

She blinked her big eyes playfully, and her cherry-like mouth said in the softest voice.

"Little Rode, will you come with me to the teacher's place? We can sleep together when we come back tonight."

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