Chapter 101 Chapter 99 Dwarf Tlin
A group of people walked in the dark cave. Being an ordinary person, Felix was the first to struggle, but fortunately the road ahead was not too rugged. George summoned a heavenly warhorse, and Felix lay on the horse to move forward.
Jima felt discontented about allowing ordinary people to join this war, but she kept her mouth shut considering the butcher Gotrick’s strength.
Throughout the journey, she couldn’t help but think of the slaughter scenes from earlier, filled with joy and wanting to boast about it. But she was smart enough to know that the others would not agree with her.
They wouldn’t find it amusing to randomly slaughter ratmen, making them dance around before killing them all.
Jima reminded herself again.
Their values are different from mine; they are all kind people.
She suppressed her inner joy and did not pretend to be sad. Having been together for so long, being so deliberate would only make her seem hypocritical, so she hummed a tune and flew ahead.
The march lasted a full eight hours, during which Eve Frostleaf killed a few trailing ratmen.
When George said to set up camp and rest, Felix almost fell off the horse. The butcher Gotrick steadied him and said, “Human brat, you’re really weak.”
Jima glanced at her personal system’s clock; it was already ten o’clock in the evening, and today’s journey had gone quite smoothly.
George patted Jima on the shoulder and assigned her a task: “Jima, tonight you go ahead to scout the way, make a terrain map, and then pull me into the dream realm to discuss.”
“What about Jenna and Frostleaf?”
“In the dream palace, we are vulnerable,” George said. “They need to guard against sneak attacks.”
“Oh.” Jima felt uninterested, but thought that it would be easier to do the necessary acts to get pregnant with his child with just her and George. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have any bargaining chips to plead with him. Thinking of this, her face filled with a smile as she said:
“Okay, we haven’t talked alone for a long time.”
Not far away, Eve Frostleaf cast a cold glance at Jima. Jima turned her head and stuck her tongue out at her.
You can be jealous.
With the task assigned, Jima didn’t hide her intentions anymore, directly opening the entrance to the dream palace in public and crawling inside. After taking a bath and hugging Lianxi Cat, she assessed its development level with both hands, shook her head, and said:
“You need more training, more meat, eggs, and milk.”
Lianxi was quite grateful, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, unable to speak for a moment.
Jima waved her hand, sending Lianxi away after attending to her.
She lay on the bed for a while, rested on the feather bed, and then stood up without rushing to scout. Instead, she got dressed, walked towards the wall, and the wall opened up, revealing a balcony in front of her.
She walked to the balcony, clapped her hands, and with her will, the ground below the balcony opened by itself, slowly revealing a few tables. On them lay several rat shots, polished to a shiny silver. A furnace also emerged from the ground, followed by a full toolbox.
A small workshop appeared in front of her.
Jima raised her eyes, her gaze passing through the false starry sky above, and saw a thick column of smoke, which was the signal emitted by the dream seed of the dwarf engineer.
She raised her hand, beckoning the smoke to enter the dream palace.
The dwarf engineer suddenly appeared below, shirtless and wearing engineering goggles, looking around with curiosity.
“Look up,” Jima said, resting her elbow on the white jade armrest. “I’m above you.”
“Where is this?”
Jima spoke in the common language: “A dream, also a place of dreams; in short, here you can create the perfect butcher engineering weapon.”
The dwarf engineer looked curiously at the palace behind Jima and asked, “Is this palace really that big?”
“I know my palace is beautiful, and the people inside are beautiful too.” Jima thought of the past when there were concubines in golden rooms, but now all the thirty beauties had disappeared, and she had become the beauty, the one who brought her own golden room. She sighed quietly, “It’s a pity that was in the past.”
The butcher dwarf engineer said, “That sounds like a long, long time ago.”
“Come on, stop rambling.” Jima pointed at the shiny rat shots on the table. “Take a look.”
The dwarf engineer approached the rat shots, picked one up, and examined it closely, making a clicking sound: “What a clever and crazy mechanical structure, using multiple barrels for cooling. How does it load ammunition?”
He studied the feeding structure closely. A green tube connected the back of the rat shot to a small box with a rotating handle, glowing green under the starlight.
“This is…” The dwarf engineer turned his head, looking up at the beautiful succubus on the balcony, his face showing anger, and asked, “Is it made by ratmen?”
“Latest weapon of the ratmen,” Jima said. “It requires two people to operate, and four or five of these can block off a street, but it’s prone to explode and needs your improvements…”
The dwarf engineer suddenly threw the rat shot onto the table, making a loud sound, and a wisp of green smoke emerged from the ammunition feed section.
He had no doubt that this thing would explode a second later.
Jima put on an ignorant expression, as if she knew nothing: “What’s wrong? Guest?”
“I will never improve ratmen’s weapons!” The dwarf engineer’s face turned red, and although he felt Jima was innocent, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said, “Ratmen’s lives are cheap, so their weapons are like bombs that might explode at any time, and they have no sense of shame.”
“And we dwarves, anything we create must withstand at least a hundred years of testing. Even if I put all my thoughts into improving this scrap, it will still not be safe.”
“You’re not wrong,” Jima said, blinking her eyes. “But it’s you who will use this dangerous weapon. It is indeed dangerous, and it could kill many people.”
The dwarf engineer was taken aback.
Jima seized the moment to continue to tempt him: “Think about it, you charge into a crowd of ratmen holding it, countless ratmen fall before the barrage, and when the weapon overheats, you rush into the rat crowd, and with one explosion, you perish together. What could be more glorious than that?”
The dwarf engineer hit his forehead hard, his engineering goggles bouncing on his nose, and said, “You make sense, but it has a very high failure rate. It uses dimension stones for energy, but each dimension stone is different.”
“Perhaps you can reference its structure to create a dwarf firearm,” Jima emphasized. “Just right, you can experiment with your life, and future generations won’t have to take the long way around.”
The dwarf engineer shook his head: “No, this place is vast with luxurious palaces but lacks the tools and materials I need for invention.”
Jima clapped her hands, the grass split open, and a table full of tools emerged, including blacksmith hammers, round-headed hammers… a dazzling array.
This astonished the dwarf engineer, who said, “There are many things, but none of them are what I need.”
“What do you want?” Jima clapped her hands, and a stack of white paper fell in front of the dwarf engineer, along with a pen: “Draw it out.”
“Draw it out?”
“Yes, in this place, I am God; you can ask for whatever tools you want.”
The dwarf engineer took a deep breath and said, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”
“You are indeed dreaming, a dream that can come true.”
“If I can design and manufacture a firearm,” the dwarf engineer said, “what should we call it?”
“Let’s call it Dwarf Tlin.”
“Okay.” The dwarf engineer picked up the pencil and wrote down the three characters for Dwarf Tlin on the paper.
