Constructing-Style Wizard

: 149. Is this an angel?! _6

Translator: 549690339

“Hmm? I suddenly thought of a problem.”

Noland Lee opened his eyes, confusion showing in their depths:

“If this machinery factory requires so much steam in order to breed the aberrations, where does the fuel for the steam boiler room come from?”

Noland Lee closed his eyes once more. Through the combination of ‘Mind View’ and ‘Mind Beacon,’ he achieved a vision leap.

Following the main steam pipeline all the way down to the steam boiler room on the 81st underground layer, Noland Lee found the conveyor belt carrying the fuel, amidst the hum of the running boilers.

“Black fuel, seems like common coal, but why does it shine as if there’s a layer of water on it…?”

Noland muttered to himself, continuing to perform vision leaps.

One after another, mind beacons were deployed along the conveyor belt. Noland performed a total of 22 vision leaps and his magical vision reached the 90th underground layer.

22 vision leaps in a row. That was his current limit.

If he couldn’t see where the conveyor belt carrying fuel started, Noland would have to level up his ‘Mind View.’

Luckily, he discovered the origin of the fuel on time.

“Well~ not bad. I can save the energy points for upgrading ‘Mind View.’ These fuels are indeed not ordinary coal. They are transformed by living alchemists using the bodies of dead aberrations and coal. What a bizarre alchemy array to transform corpses and coal into high heat-value fuel. I have no idea who managed to fathom the alchemy formula for this array.”

In Noland’s magical vision, a stereo array resembling a large blender appeared.

Aberrations who had become bone-thin due to excessive excretions during hibernation were brought to the “blender” above by the conveyor belt in their sleep and thrown into the “blender” filled with coal.

With an indescribable array transformation process, the alchemical coal was “blended” and poured onto the conveyor belt, heading to the steam boiler room.

The living alchemist was not wasteful at all.

First, they squeezed out the aberrations’ excrement and then sent them into the array for transformation into fuel.

Noland felt these operations were familiar…

Upon careful recollection, the operation method of the meat processing factory seemed quite similar to this machinery factory.

It was said that animals like chickens, ducks, and geese in meat processing factories could be slaughtered only a few months after their birth. Many animals had never seen the sky before they met their end. Among them, mass production of foie gras was particularly cruel.

Thinking about these, Noland suddenly understood why there were animal protection organizations in his world before crossing…

Noland halted his ‘Mind View’, and no longer looked at the messy production scene of alchemical fuel.

“Let me think…

“The expanse of this machinery factory is indeed large, but the speed of aberrations’ genesis is not fast. The culture fluid used here doesn’t contain Tatis-produced Life Elixir. The cultivation speed of the aberrations in the culture tanks is extremely slow. Based on my estimation, it takes at least half a month to grow an aberration egg into a standard level-2 aberration.”

This indeed troubled Noland.

A slow cultivation speed means that the production and transportation speed of the culture fluid is extremely low.

His idea of rapidly destroying the whole machinery factory with water charged with Death Energy definitely wouldn’t work. Because once the liquid flow speed decreased, the Death Energy water wouldn’t be able to flow through the entire machinery factory in a short period of time.

As for injecting the Death Energy water into the steam pipeline and using steam to transport it to all corners…

That would be deadly.

Last time, Noland consumed about 500 points of Soul Strength just to barely destroy two-thirds of a machinery factory.

But now, this machinery factory area was at least 10 times larger than that machinery factory, if not more.

It would take at least 5000 points of Soul Strength to destroy two-thirds of it.

Is it worth spending 5000 points of Soul Strength for such an achievement?

It’s not worth it.

Moreover, Noland didn’t have that much Soul Strength…

When he returned to Union City after dealing with the pollution at sea, he had 3177 points of Soul Strength left, just over 3000.

In the past three days, by meditating instead of sleeping, he consumed 242 points of Soul Strength, increasing his ‘Spirit’ by 3 points.

Currently, his ‘Spirit’ was at 23 points, but his Soul Strength had fallen below 3000, down to just over 2900.

How could he possibly destroy the entire machinery factory area with that…Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Ugh… My head hurts… This huge piece of meat is right in front of me, but I can’t take it all, it’s really killing me.”

As he pondered, Noland decided to go back the way he came, planning to return to the underground layer 21 through the vertical shaft to make a long-term plan.

“Let’s do it the old way. I’ll focus on destroying the key pipeline facilities, attracting the enemy’s attention. I’ll hold my ground and kill as many enemies as come. When I’ve killed enough, I’ll go to the warehouse and summon Denise Green to take me and my alchemical weaponry.”

Noland exited the vertical shaft, stopping at the 21st underground layer. He had made a decision:

“I have to keep a level head. I should see this opportunity to plunder the mechanics factory as unexpected luck and not hold myself to too high a standard. If the enemy really manages to escape back to Black City to report, I can simply avoid the machinery factory area. After all, the Sage Space within the 30th underground layer is already enough work for me.”

Noland Lee’s mentality became balanced, and the pressure on him was greatly reduced.

He flew back to the warehouse filled with crate boxes, found a comfortable spot, and sat down.

He surveyed the surroundings with the magical eye of “Life and Death Tracking,” and Noland nodded with satisfaction.

Good, those alchemists had finished fighting each other. In total, almost 20 alchemists fought, and in the end, only 6 survived.

These 6 victors are now resting in Underground Layer 26. Apart from them, there’s no one else within the range of Noland’s magical vision.

Noland didn’t have the time nor the will to pay attention to the alchemists who had just fought. His mind was fully focused on looting the alchemy weaponry.

Pulling out his pen and paper and referencing his memory, Noland began to sketch a map by hand.

While he was sketching, a bald head stretched out from the front, came to Noland, and looked at the homemade map in his hands.

Noland was startled by the sudden appearance.

After discerning the individual’s appearance, Noland’s lips twitched slightly.

It was the aberration that appeared out of the blue and disappeared without a trace. This was the second time it had shown up so unexpectedly.

When Noland’s body shuddered, it seemed to have startled this peculiar aberration.

The creature abruptly retreated, using its two arms to protect its head as it watched Noland with fear.

Seeing that Noland had no intention of attacking, it slowly lowered its arms and stared back at Noland with its big, black eyes.

Noland didn’t care about greetings or anything similar. He quickly cast the Deconstruction technique.

Last time, the creature left in a hurry and Noland couldn’t deconstruct it with the technique. This time, he absolutely wouldn’t miss the chance to deconstruct.

“System, consume 1000 energy points and apply a Harmless Deconstruction on this strange aberration.”

With Noland’s silent invocation, a pathetic line of deconstruction results appeared in his mind.

[System Message:]

[Deconstruction Success!]

[Your Degree of Deconstruction of “Unknown Name Extraterrestrial Space Pollution Product” has risen to 0.1%]

[You have obtained a very small amount of panel information from the target:]

[Name] Unknown

[Type] Extraterrestrial Space Pollution Product

[Tier] Unknown

[Combat Level] Unknown

[Identity] Young Cursed Angel (provisional naming)

(Due to the insufficient degree of deconstruction, the precise details are inaccurate and there is no more information available)

What the hell, the system says this is an angel?!

Noland’s heart trembled. He tried hard to restrain his churning emotions.

After reading through the deconstruction results again, his attention was deeply attracted by the word “angel.”

In this world, there is no such concept as “angels”. Those winged humanoid creatures that could fly were generally referred to as winged men, winged monsters, or flappers.

The image of the flywing mutants emerged in Noland’s mind.

Sure enough, these gray-skinned flying creatures did look slightly similar to the legendary angels.

But how is this related to the extraterrestrial space pollution product in front of him?

Noland pondered for a moment and nodded to himself.

The system determined that the creature in front of him was a Cursed Angel.

Does that mean the curse on the mutants originates from it? Or is it a product of some sort of curse itself?

How is this curse triggered?

Noland pulled up his panel information for a glimpse and didn’t see any mention of being cursed.

It was a relief for Noland.

If some strange curse turned him into an aberration, the joke would be on him. It would surely terrify Denise…