Even the effects were written clearly. It seemed they had been identified through the magic book after being collected; otherwise, the descriptions couldn't be this detailed.
Most of them were uploaded by Hells Mo, The Fool.
Unsurprisingly, his ‘roaming’ probably came with missions related to this.
After all, whether in terms of hobbies or talent, he was fundamentally different from the production types.
Below the two large circles was the 【Kalim World Map】.
Although it currently looked like a narrow strip resembling a caterpillar, every beginning is difficult. Hells Mo had mentioned that he had only mapped a few regions so far.
Furthermore, only the Abandoned Land had been mapped after the district merger.
Lan Qingyou spread two fingers on the screen, and the map zoomed in instantly.
For the first time, she saw the full layout of the Abandoned Land clearly and intuitively.
The forest where she resided was right in the center of the Abandoned Land. To the north of the forest was a mountain range, to the west was a valley, to the east were cliffs, and to the south was a beach bordering the endless ocean.
To the west of the forest lay the ruins of a city right next to the valley, and to the southeast of the ruins was a large lake.
Looking at the map, there seemed to be several islands on the lake.
Judging solely by the map, the entire Abandoned Land appeared to be surrounded by nature. Even without the barriers between regions, it would likely be extremely difficult to leave on foot.
It was no wonder the world consciousness had dumped so many ‘talents’ here, turning it into a ‘talent concentration center.’
Below the world map was the same 【Coming Soon】 message she had seen on the magic desk.
It seemed the person who created this intended to ‘upgrade’ it whenever they developed new functions.
Having finally finished browsing the functions on the card, Lan Qingyou finally had the spare time to read the papers in the forum.
When she woke up the next morning, Lan Qingyou still felt unsatisfied and pulled up the papers she had read while half-asleep the night before, wanting to go over them again.
But then she suddenly remembered her agreement with Chariot, so she suppressed her curiosity and checked the chat logs first.
As a result, she saw a ‘criticism’ session.
Because she had locked the screen the previous night, the chat interface was still on the messages from when she had left.
Scrolling down, the conversation was almost entirely centered on that night fishing shelter.
Lan Qingyou read through them one by one. Although some of the remarks were a bit vague, she could barely understand them.
This was likely thanks to the papers she had read the night before.
However, these were all just conjectures; the members were offering suggestions to the Hierophant to help test their validity.
She then checked the radar and saw that the green dot representing The Fool had disappeared. It seemed he had already left this morning.
Likely, the results of the Wheel of Fortune’s divination were out.
Just as Lan Qingyou yawned and went down to wash up, a private message from Chariot finally arrived.
“Check these parameters. If they look good to you, I’ll start building it in a bit.”
A string of numbers followed.
Since Lan Qingyou had read books on basic mechanics and design, she could understand these parameters.
After looking them over, she had a general idea in mind.
Except...
“Isn’t the machine too big? I don't have space for a ten-meter machine here. Besides, manually sorting the glass bottles on the production line would be a huge waste of time.”
Lan Qingyou frowned as she sent her thoughts to Chariot.
Although the magic machine designed by the other party could produce one glass bottle every ten seconds—allowing for over eight thousand bottles a day—the scale was far too large and would consume too much of her time.
After all, one of Lan Qingyou’s requirements was that the bottles had to be fragile enough to shatter upon impact.
If she didn't sort them manually, they would all end up breaking on the floor.
Chariot: “Alright, I’ll think about that part again. Since we’re all working alone, time is indeed precious.”
As a fellow researcher, Chariot understood exactly what Lan Qingyou meant.
Time. To them, time was absolutely precious.
Whether it was for research or absorbing new knowledge of this world, everything required time.
Chariot: “By the way, do you have any requests for the machine’s appearance?”
The Tower: “Hmm?”
Chariot: “Matte Black, Pearl White, Olive Green, Agate Red, Neptune Gray—as long as you like it, I can spray it on for you.”
Is this what it feels like to be the client?
It feels... pretty good?
Seeing Chariot’s question, Lan Qingyou couldn't help but marvel.
The Tower: “I don’t have any specific requirements for that. Just do whatever you think looks best.”
Chariot: “Got it. Then I’ll work on the design a bit more.”
After the brief conversation ended, Lan Qingyou began her new day of potion-making.
However, when she walked into the massive alchemy workshop, she found that the place had been completely transformed.
The most direct change was that the original single iron alchemy base had become five, just like she used to have in her workshop.
This was great. She finally didn't have to sweep up stone fragments inside the workshop every day.
Since the space had grown larger, she also needed some shelves to place the finished semi-processed materials.
So, Lan Qingyou ordered a few iron shelves from Chariot.
According to him, he didn't have much else, but he had plenty of iron ore. He occupied an entire iron vein with unknown reserves all by himself.
He was busy smelting, designing, and manufacturing, enjoying every moment of it.
Today, Lan Qingyou still planned to make mana potions, as she still owed the High Priestess a thousand of them.
Of course, while brewing the potions, Lan Qingyou continued reading the papers in the forum.
These articles were enough to keep her occupied for a long time, allowing her to absorb their theories and strengthen her own understanding.
When noon arrived, Lan Qingyou checked again.
She found that the original 9/9 had become 11/11.
Checking the chat, she saw two new characters: The Emperor and The Moon. She clicked to view their profiles.
【The Emperor, Gu Xiaobei, female, 18 years old, title ‘Tyrant of Delight’】
【The Moon, Shang Chuan, male, 28 years old, title ‘Elegant Mastermind’】
So it was those two. It seemed Hells Mo moved quite fast, or rather, Esmeralda from the Wheel of Fortune was very accurate with her divinations.
She had located them in no time.
Simply terrifying.
However, it was no wonder Gu Xiaobei hadn't given her a straight answer when she asked about her title before.
‘Tyrant of Delight.’ Lan Qingyou could generally guess what that ‘delight’ referred to.
After all, that girl’s favorite thing was cooking bugs for customers.
Crucially, because she ran a unique business just like Lan Qingyou and her food was indeed delicious, she acted quite recklessly.
Describing her as a ‘tyrant’ seemed appropriate.
Then she looked at Shang Chuan...
Wait! That’s not right!
The Tower: “Shang Chuan, you actually have a title!”
The Moon: “You never asked.”
Fine, she really hadn't asked, or rather, she hadn't been interested in anything.
But did this world also have things like ‘masterminds’?
How strange.
Rate on N.U.
