Chapter 23 Another Dimensional Pocket? Nibelungen!
"When will he wake up?" Fingel asked Linto uncertainly, looking at Lu Mingfei under the covers.
"Based on my assessment," Linto said, activating his Oracle Eye and scanning Lu Mingfei, "he is currently in a deep sleep. Due to the dream he just had, his physical signs are more like REM sleep. If nothing unexpected happens, he won't wake up for at least ninety to one hundred and eighty minutes."
"Who has a 1.5-hour sleep cycle?"
Fingel couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother Linto, what's your opinion on what Lu Mingfei just said in his sleep?"
"My opinion..."
Linto's eyes flickered.
What else can you say? It's just the order in which the four monarchs were resurrected: first the King of Bronze and Fire, then the King of Ocean and Water, then the King of Earth and Mountain, and finally the King of Sky and Wind.
However, according to Lin Tuo's understanding, it seems that neither the time of these monarchs' resurrection nor the time of their destruction matches this order, so it can be attributed to Lu Mingze's moment of showing off.
"I don't have any opinion, but I think it's quite a riddle. What do you think?" Linto looked at Fingel.
Fingel paused for a moment, then nodded.
Me too.
He slowly extended his hand and shook hands with Linto's.
The two, like social skills and the ability to judge people, made peace with each other, enacting a Machiavellian psychology.
Although Fingel couldn't understand what Linto meant, he knew it was a topic that couldn't be touched. It would be best to say it, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't.
"How are we going to kill this little bit of time?" Fingel sat down cross-legged, glanced at his phone, the light illuminating his entire face. "It's already two in the morning, how can I possibly fall asleep?"
"Do as you please, I have to forge iron every day."
Linto picked up the camera from the ground, pointed it at the recording, and slowly took out a metal block from his pocket.
After saying that, he immediately started banging and clanging, his movements flowing freely throughout the room, making it impossible for anyone to understand what he was doing.
"oh."
Fingel nodded, already used to Linto's incredible ability to pull things out of a pocket. The clothes were like another dimension; anything could be pulled out of them.
However, when he tried to touch Linto's pocket yesterday, it turned out to be just an ordinary storage bag, made of cloth, almost full even with a cell phone inside.
This also left Fingel unsure of the strength of this mixed-race freshman who was rated C by the academy.
If this is some kind of alchemy, then it's terrifying...
This reminded Fingel of the many feats of ancient alchemists, a kind of realm where Mount Sumeru is contained in a mustard seed, or the Nibelungen, the land of the dead, which only the chosen can enter.
He stared at Linto's figure for a long time, but when he realized he didn't understand even a little bit, he gave up.
"You go ahead with your work, let me see if I can still fall asleep."
Fingel put on his earplugs, turned around and fell down, wrapped himself in the blanket, and slowly closed his eyelids.
Linto remained unmoved and continued hammering the iron block.
"Ding! Ding!"
What the film showcases is, in essence, some kind of forging-style mechanical manufacturing process. Despite using a human body, it manages to accomplish a series of unbelievable feats.
First, in a very short time, the metal was hammered into thirty-six different shapes.
Then the parts can be utilized in an even shorter time.
Then, in an even shorter time, the model and parts were assembled into twelve different geometric shapes...
And then...
It was precisely because of this surreal approach that Linto realized it was an instructional film, and that he could grasp its essence through daily practice.
After a while, Linto hammered the iron block into the sixth of the thirty-six models before he stopped.
"Tony Stark, you're still a blacksmith."
Linto smiled helplessly.
After a moment, he pinched his fingers together in his pocket and pulled out the reward for meeting Hawkeye.
1. Drug: Eagle Eye Gene Serum.
[Effect: A serum modeled after S.H.I.E.L.D. agent "Hawkeye," enhancing focus, reaction time, and aiming ability.]
This is the task reward that was issued three days ago.
The reason Linto didn't use it was because Fingel had been watching him closely.
According to the current scan by the Oracle Eye, the other party is at least not peeking with their eyes open, nor is they sending out any signals.
This made Linto realize the opportune moment to use the potion.
Of course, even if Fingel or Lu Mingfei woke up, it would just be a matter of Linto making up an explanation.
In an instant, the serum was injected.
"Pfft..."
As the syringe was pushed into the vein and injected, under the cover of night, Linto endured the brief pain and quickly processed the changes brought about by the Eagle Eye gene serum.
Like the super soldier serum, this stuff usually requires a suitable candidate.
If you qualify, you live; if you don't, you die.
However, the serum in Linto's hands was created by the system, and it was obviously tailor-made for every Tony Stark in every parallel universe, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
a long time.
As he exhaled a breath of stale air, Linto's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if they had become several times clearer.
"Although it wasn't as surprising as when I first encountered the 'oracle' of the Crossroads, my senses are still much clearer..."
The divine light in Linto's eyes faded as he sensed the changes in his body.
"Buzz..."
Just then, a mosquito flew past my ear.
He only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and noticed the vibration of the other person's wings.
The next moment, Linto didn't care. He put the hammer in his right hand into his pocket, pulled out a tissue with his left hand, raised it in the air, and gently wrapped it up to trap the mosquito.
He strolled leisurely to the trash can and threw the crumpled paper in.
"This set of movements is easy to do even without using the Oracle Eye."
Linto muttered to himself.
Now, he may have surpassed all snipers and archers in human history except for those of mixed races?
Even if Li Guang and Yang Youji were masters of archery, they probably wouldn't be much better than this.
Linto felt satisfied with the changes in his body. These improvements in his brain would also be beneficial for operating the Iron Man suit later.
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He stopped making any unnecessary movements and waited quietly.
...
At five o'clock in the morning, Lu Mingfei woke up from his sleep with a strange cry.
"ah!"
Looking up, he saw Linto staring at him strangely, his eyes gleaming in the night like a hawk's gaze, seemingly glowing...
"Uh, Brother Lin?"
Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. Could this be a dream within a dream?
Looking at the motionless Linto, he had a bad feeling and couldn't help but tremble.
Just then, the veteran spoke up.
"You're awake? You're a girl now."
Linto said calmly.
Lu Mingfei: "..."
Alright, now we can be sure it's the real world.
End of this chapter...