The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 292 The Age of Thought Disk! Surfing is so fast!
"..." Emiya was speechless. As for Atlas Court, it was definitely not a place where a normal person could stay.

Apart from anything else, one very important requirement is that unless there are special circumstances, you are only allowed to enter but not leave.

This strange rule was implemented to prevent the alchemists of the Atlas Academy from leaking their research results. If this rule was violated, the escaped member would be wanted.

Because the Atlas Academy is very aware of the level of the weapons it has developed, the level of the seven major weapons is so heavy that it can destroy the world.

In order to prevent the misuse of weapons from causing disaster to human civilization, strict regulations and sealing methods must be implemented... However, this has led to Atlas Court being no different from a gathering place for otakus or a voluntary prison.

But no matter how you look at it, Old Tang is not the type who likes to go to jail.

"Don't rush me, I'll go find some eccentric alchemy genius to show you around."

Old Tang suddenly lowered his head and muttered to himself in annoyance, as if Norton's urging sounded in his mind.

After dealing with it, his long brows drooped again and he sighed.

"Ah, this is really a tough job. People who study alchemy are difficult to deal with."

Emiya, who was walking nearby, heard this and casually said something:

"You can't think that way. Although spending your entire life underground is quite uncomfortable, it's undeniable that those researchers who work a little harder basically spend the entire day in the lab immersed in their research."

"...This shows that as long as they can make a living, they don't have that much need to go out. Your request to stay underground isn't that outrageous."

"Really? Every time I feel that not being allowed to go out is simply torture," Old Tang complained loudly, and then he thought of Norton and his follower brother. Hey, it seemed like the same situation in his own family. He really wanted to find a place to vent his anger, and he couldn't speak in a tough tone.

"It's not like you absolutely can't go out, right? Look, you can go out now, right?"

Emiya Shin said that he remembered that there were many special circumstances in Atlas Academy, such as being allowed to go out in order to complete commissions or assignments.

In the Chaldea of ​​the FGO world line, people from the Atlas Institute were asked to design the spirit particle calculator Trismegistus using a letter of commission from the beginning.

When the Blank Paper incident occurred in the second part, Xion, the alchemist of Atlas Academy, took the initiative to join New Chaldea to help them survive this doomsday catastrophe, because this was also a task that Xion himself needed to complete.

(Each alchemist in the Atlas Academy needs to complete a different "avoiding the destruction of the world" project. Since Xion observed the blank paper event, this became a project she needed to solve independently.)
"Hearing what you said, brother, hey, I have a plan!"

When Old Tang heard Emiya's reminder that there could be special circumstances, he thought of a solution. "Actually, these days, recruitment requirements aren't necessarily true. I can optimize them a bit!"

For example, "You will live underground for the rest of your life and are not allowed to return to the outside world" was changed to "You need to apply for permission to go out."

Another example is "Atlas Courtyard is deserted, like a ghost town, with monotonous architecture and mediocrity in living conditions." This was changed to "A quiet retreat away from the world, with ample space per person, allowing you to experience a simple, elegant, and secluded life close to nature."

After listening to Old Tang's recruitment copy, Emiya uttered, "...Old Tang, you are truly a talent!"

"Hahaha." Old Tang was proud.

"But then again, suppose there really are a group of alchemical geniuses who prefer to be imprisoned underground, how should I offer them a contract? Should I just physically knock down their doors and expose their bleak environment to the sun?"

Old Tang found that just as one problem was solved, a new one emerged.

"Well, I have some connections here."

Emiya thought that it was not a good idea to let Old Tang wander around looking for people. It would be better to ask through acquaintances if there was anyone who had the same intention. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time.

He opened his phone, edited a message and sent it out.

"Remember what happened during the Holy Grail War? I have a friend at the Atlas Academy who's hiring. Are there any researchers who are even more shut-in than you or your grandfather? Ideally, someone proficient in alchemy. Salary is easy to negotiate, as detailed below..."

Charlotte:?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Clock tower.

Su Xiaoqiang, who had just completed the transfer procedures, received the magician apprentice qualification certification from the Faculty of Law and Politics, which manages the student records.

The procedure was handled smoothly. With Emiya's order and the dean's guarantee, and Charlotte's protection, she, who had almost no prominent family background in the "other world", actually received high-end and luxurious treatment like a VIP.

The glow of the expensive classical crystal chandelier placed in the corridor swayed overhead.

After walking around the clock tower, Su Xiaoqiang discovered a variety of departments and corresponding department buildings. In fact, she didn't understand what the research subjects corresponding to different departments were. Anyway, law and politics probably corresponded to the administrative department in a general company.

She walked to the door of a separate room with a thick set of course materials in her arms, reached out and gently turned the smooth and bright brass handle, and the sounds from inside the door gradually became clearer.

"You bastard Emiya, you actually called me an otaku! This is a serious discrimination against my professional identity! Discrimination!"

Su Xiaoqiang opened the oak door, but found that the person sitting inside was not the elegant and petite Western prodigy who was focused on magic experiments as usual, but the irritable Charlotte who was inflated like a pufferfish.

Blonde Charlotte held her cell phone and started typing away after complaining for a while, blatantly forgetting the magic apprentice who had quietly entered the room.

"...I took note of what you said about me being a stay-at-home mom!"

Emiya's reply still seemed insincere to Charlotte, and even had a hint of venom in it: "Sorry, sorry, I'm a person who occasionally accidentally tells the truth."

"Hey, hey, hey! Do you still want my help? I can actually contact the person your friend from Atlas Academy is looking to recruit!"

"Really? Thank you so much! I'll contact Su Enxi after this is done and arrange two more discounted material quotas for you at the Secret Corpse Anatomy Bureau!"

Charlotte nearly gasped for breath upon reading that sentence, her angry expression instantly deflated. Emiya, the wealthy tycoon, had completely sealed the Clock Tower prodigy's fate with those words. "Whoa! Emiya, are you serious? You can't go back on your word!"

Knowing how difficult it was to obtain materials from the Tomb of Nidhogg, and how few of them were leaking out, Charlotte suddenly jumped up from the sofa, leaving Su Xiaoqiang, who was waiting there, puzzled.

What kind of magical gold did this little girl get? How could she change her face so quickly? Is it reliable to give her such a person a magic instructor?
Charlotte still ignored the young magic apprentice Su Xiaoqiang's messy thoughts. She paced back and forth in front of the desk with great interest and energy, her slender fingers pressing the keys of her mobile phone frantically.

"That's a deal, no regrets! I'll immediately assign you dozens of professional, high-quality candidates to fulfill your friend's request!"

Although the recruitment requirements sent by Emiya were written in a very awkward manner, Charlotte, with her sharp eyes and discerning vision, saw through them immediately:
Isn't this just a replica of the Kassel Equipment Department!?

After some calculations in her mind, Charlotte was in a good mood. She put down her phone, looked at Su Xiaoqiang who was still waiting for the explanation of the lesson, and said, "Let's go. No more lessons. Let's go out today!"

"Ah?" Su Xiaoqiang was stunned. Didn't they agree on tutoring beforehand? Why did this girl act so recklessly?

"What?! Don't apply stereotypes to magic practice. Magic practice is not something that can be done overnight. You need to understand the balance between work and rest, and the unity of knowledge and action."

Charlotte's words were sincere, but in fact, she just thought about what Emiya had just said about her being a otaku, and she felt a little angry, so she insisted on dragging Su Xiaoqiang out.

"The study of magic must come from practice and go to practice. Practice determines your understanding of magic, and understanding reacts to practice..."

Su Xiaoqiang thought to himself, "What the hell are you talking about? You just don't feel like teaching today and plan to go out for some fun? Is it really necessary to say it so twistedly? Humph, Westerners have one rhetoric after another, and their style of doing things is not at all straightforward..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Shenzhou, Queen Wa Palace.

This place, where the legendary Nuwa goddess "refined stones to mend the heavens and kneaded earth to create humans," is a renowned tourist attraction on the mainland. Surrounded by mountains, the peak itself resembles a throne from a distance. The palace is surrounded on three sides by mountains, and a river flows beneath them.

However, beneath the mountain buildings, within the mountains that no one can explore, there are vast hidden spaces.

A damp and cold breath filled Wazhu's nose, and her slender snake tail slapped the smooth stone railing impatiently. Scattered voices echoed in the vast underground palace, like three-dimensional images of the I Ching hexagrams projected around the conference table where Wazhu was sitting, as if they were surrounding the table, lowering the guests present in the form of a remote conference.

"Have you decided yet? While establishing and managing a large number of branch campuses across the continent requires considerable investment, the reward is an early access to the initial version of the Thought Platform! If you miss out, you'll miss out. Think it over carefully, and if you want to withdraw, do it now."

Wazhu's tone and attitude were not very gentle, or rather, she needed to create and give people the illusion that she didn't care whether there was one more or one less participant.

"But... this, Master Nuwa..." said a voice at the bottom of the long table, represented by the image of the Qian Gua, "the opportunity to become an immortal lies within this thought disk. Are you serious?"

In their last collaboration, they agreed to act for the Zhou family's leader Wa, using magic information as a guide, and also started to run a school and recruit disciples.

This time, the Nuwa Lord promised them a chance to become immortals, requiring them to contribute their family strength to form a unified magic organization, accept management, and establish a systematic mechanism. In other words, they would unify and accept this so-called thought disk system to achieve collective maintenance and sharing of magic...

This is equivalent to them providing money and manpower, giving up their influence, and allowing the Zhou family to become the leader of the world's aristocratic families.

Perhaps over time, the control of the aristocratic families over the institutions will become increasingly weak, and the situation of regional influence fragmentation will be completely destroyed by Lord Wa's move.

Therefore, it is natural that some people will be unhappy about driving everyone in this way, but more people are in a state of wait-and-see and hesitation, and do not refuse for the time being.

Because the magic information from last time was really useful, so no one can guarantee that this time, Lord Nuwa really has no way to become an immortal.

After all, there are still many hidden things in this world that have not been discovered by the hybrids.

Open your eyes and look at the world. Heroic spirits, the Holy Grail War, godslayers... Monsters and demons are becoming more and more numerous, as if the world changes with every passing day. Therefore, the aristocratic families gradually let go of their arrogance, truly believing that they could no longer remain complacent.

They really want to improve!
"...Haha, the chance of becoming an immortal is certainly real, but the problem is that individual aptitudes vary greatly, and this is also reflected vividly in magic. I can't guarantee that all of you are immortals."

Lord Wa said with a forced smile.

"By the way, if you don't believe me, then just look at my performance."

She held out her hand.

"!" The hexagram projection beside the conference table was flickering clearly, as if it was shocked by the scene in front of it.

It turned out that when one looked up, the ceiling above the underground palace was actually firmly integrated with the mountain wall. Wa Lord stretched out her hand upwards, without any chanting, and the rushing water suddenly formed -

Water vapor surged, rising in the vast underground space and turning into rolling clouds. Flashing lightning shuttled through the clouds, and in an instant turned into heavy rain and thunderstorms!

Whoosh!
Lord Wa put down her hand again, and the rain and thunder disappeared in an instant.

A great magic trick that can only be completed through extremely long chanting or grand ceremony was completed almost in the blink of an eye. It was so magical that it seemed like the magic of an immortal!
“…” Even the aristocratic families who were clearly opposed and dissatisfied fell silent.

According to the magic information originally obtained by the Zhou family in the trade, although the magic performance methods they obtained enriched their own means, they still had considerable limitations.

At least the scene before them was beyond their understanding.

It's just like someone who is still using 1G2G network to browse the phone, and is surprised by the upgraded package of "Tianyi 3G, it's so fast!"

As a result, I suddenly ran into a 5G user.

How the hell do you play this!
"If the Thought Disk really has the opportunity to become an immortal, my Bai family would like to be the first to join!" A steady voice came from the "Kun Gua" not far away.

Wazhu nodded in satisfaction. The situation began to change. With the first one, the second and third would follow. With the mentality of "I can't live without what others have", the negotiations were quickly completed, and everyone gritted their teeth and accepted the "idea package".

She was about to leave when she suddenly received a report from a nearby family member. Hey, Emiya happened to be here for a tour?

(End of this chapter)