freeallnovels Chapter 71 Edelstein
Chapter 71 Edelstein
The martial arts instructor and the surrounding soldiers were stunned.
Go home? There's a canyon crevice hundreds of meters deep just outside the cliff!
The little snail walked to the edge of the cliff, and without any hesitation, spread its arms and assumed a standard freefall posture.
Balu gasped, his voice trembling: "He... to prove his fearlessness to the mountain god, at the most glorious moment of receiving the inheritance, he chose to sacrifice himself?!"
The martial arts instructor slowly removed his feathered hat, his eyes slightly reddening, his voice filled with unprecedented reverence: "This was a true, pure warrior. Carve his name on the tribe's hero's pillar!"
Just a fraction of a second before the little snail's center of gravity was about to leave the edge of the cliff.
A flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.
Wait a minute! I just died a few days ago! If I jump down now, it'll be another two days of resurrection cooldown!
Holy crap!
At the edge of the cliff, the little snail let out a mournful cry that had changed its tone.
He abruptly stopped the momentum of his jump, his hands waving wildly in the air like windmills, defying the deadly force of gravity.
With a thud, he tumbled against the edge of the cliff in a gravity-defying manner. His hands gripped the weathered rocks tightly, most of his body dangling over a hundred-meter-deep abyss.
Balu, wiping away tears, shouted excitedly, "Look! He's embracing the abyss! He's kissing the earth!"
The little snail, drenched in cold sweat, struggled to turn its head and looked at the group of deeply moved indigenous soldiers. It then broke down in a fit of rage and cursed:
"Holy shit...! I forgot about the cooldown for resurrecting after dying! Balu! Coach! Help me out! My stamina is about to run out and I can't hold on anymore! Help!!!"
In the wind, the tragic emotions that the martial arts coach had just built up to their peak shattered instantly with that heart-wrenching cry for help.
"What exactly did you dig out..." The martial arts coach's voice was hoarse, his thoughts seemingly drifting into the distance. "It's not a natural abyss at all."
The little snail listened quietly.
"Long ago, the Warrior Tribe, the Magic Forest, the Abandoned City, and the mechanical city-state of Edelstein across the sea reached a joint agreement to develop the geothermal resources beneath the abyss." The martial arts instructor looked at the plaque in his hand. "This plaque belongs to the chief ventilation engineer that Edelstein sent here back then."
"Then why were they all abandoned later?" the little snail asked, puzzled.
"Catastrophe, a sudden catastrophe."
The martial arts instructor glanced at the fungus on the ground. "The engineer is missing, and the ventilation system is paralyzed. The fungus used to support the ecology of the Magic Forest has gone out of control, mutating on a large scale and releasing poisonous gas. Because of this disastrous failure and the disappearance of key personnel, Edelstein has cut off all technical exchanges and air routes with Treasure Island."
The martial arts coach clutched the nameplate in his palm, the veins on the back of his hand bulging: "Without technical support, the Warrior Tribe's mechanical craftsmanship has been completely lost, leaving them in this state where they can only survive by hammering raw ore."
A worldview spanning continents quickly connected in the little snail's mind.
"There's another problem." The martial arts instructor pointed in the direction of the abyss fissure. "You smashed the hydraulic rod of the blast door, locking the beast horde in, but you also blocked the underground pressure relief channel. If the poisonous gas at the bottom keeps accumulating, it will eventually break through the surface rock layer and flood the entire tribe."
The martial arts instructor took a metal gear coin covered in black grease from his leather pouch and tossed it to the little snail.
"To repair the central control system, we need Edelstein's mechanical parts. But the official shipping routes are blocked." The martial arts instructor looked into the little snail's eyes. "Take this and go to the underground black market in the abandoned city. Find those underground gangs that are still smuggling. Tell them that the Warrior Tribe needs Edelstein's exhaust central control core. No matter the cost."
In the eyes of the martial arts instructor, this is a heavy mission concerning the survival of the tribe.
In the little snail's eyes, this oily coin was equivalent to a prerequisite ticket for the cross-continental main route, plus the exclusive right to run a smuggling route.
All fatigue vanished. The little snail carefully wiped the gear-shaped coin clean from the corner of its clothes and tucked it into its innermost pocket.
"Understood, leave it to me. But I really need to rest for a while now."
The little snail walked to the thick wooden pillar in the safe zone and found a sheltered corner to sit down. Under the awe-inspiring gaze of several berserker warriors, he leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes.
Breathing gradually calms down, and the body enters a state of rest.
He needed to immediately sever the neural connection and contact the players in the abandoned city on the forum to jointly take over this underground smuggling route that spanned the main city and the continent.