The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"The king of this class..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ye Chuhao raised a finger.

"Whoosh—"

An invisible spiritual force enveloped Yan Cong, lifting him high into the air.

then.

Ye Chuhao pressed his finger down.

"boom--"

Yan Cong crashed heavily onto the roof.

Ye Chuhao moved his fingers up and down dozens of times.

Yan Cong also slammed it up and down dozens of times.

The students' heads on the rooftop moved up and down dozens of times.

to the end.

Yan Cong realized that no matter how hard he struggled, it was no use, so he hurriedly pulled out a small white flag from his storage bag and waved it frantically.

"Wrong!"

"Wrong! Class monitor!"

"I was wrong!"

"You're the class champion!"

"You will always be the class monitor of Class 9!!!"

The result afterwards.

Yan Cong, his face bruised and swollen, clutched the storage bag, watching with heartache as Ye Chuhao put a bracelet on Xing Yao.

That was one of the three level-nine combat weapons that the dog sergeant had stolen from him.

Mom approved it...

He only has five items!

Grass!

If I find out who the Desolate Emperor is, once I've latched onto his coattails, I'll make that damned class monitor know what it means to be outmatched!

woo woo woo...

The rest of Class 9 shook their heads and sighed in admiration.

You're still the bravest one, kid.

Even before the Desolate Emperor was revealed, he dared to disrespect the class monitor, who was comparable to a terrestrial immortal.

Gee tut.

They've really gotten too big for their britches.

Just then.

Suddenly, shouts of surprise came from the students on the playground below.

"Look!"

"The curtain has risen again!"

The group from Class 9 paused in their movements.

Yan Cong didn't even care about the storage bag anymore and quickly looked up.

Above the sky.

The light screen, which had just fallen silent, slowly lit up again.

After the images on the celestial screen lit up, they no longer started from Yan Cong's house.

The camera pans directly across the market.

He plunged into the weapon-refining tower from its entrance.

The black and red tower body fills the field of vision.

The moment the tower gate opened, a wave of scorching heat rushed out.

The sound of a stove.

The sound of forging hammer.

The sizzling sound of metal being quenched in a water tank.

Countless saccharine sales pitches from smart assistants flooded the live stream room in an instant.

【Here it comes!】

[Master Yan's weapon-refining storyline has finally begun!]

I feel that from this point onward, we're about to embark on the main storyline of becoming the Father of All Races.

The camera pans down.

They soon landed at the entrance of a weapon-refining room.

Package A: 3 hours / 599

Package B: 6 hours / 2999

Package C: 12h/5999

Package D: Not yet available.

Package E: Includes all benefits of Packages A, B, and C, with no extra charges for tools, 24/9999.

Yan Cong stood in front of the smart screen, staring at the package prices, his lips twitching repeatedly.

Xiao Ai, number 108, stood to the side, her electronic eyes flashing frighteningly bright.

"Kiss."

Based on your current learning needs, this assistant strongly recommends Package A!

"combo"

"Limited-time offer, only 599."

Yan Cong stared at the number, gritted his teeth, and clicked it.

"drop."

"Payment successful."

Xiao Ai, number 108, spun around on the spot.

"The boss is so generous!"

"The boss is brilliant!"

"The boss looks like a rising star in the weapon-refining world!"

Yan Cong's face turned green.

"You didn't have this attitude when I was getting something for free."

Xiao Ai, number 108, proudly held up the small sign on her chest.

"Honey, paid users enjoy emotional value services."

Yan Cong: "..."

Beyond the sky.

Yan Cong looked at what he had experienced and his lips twitched.

"Damn it."

"I knew these AI-powered idiots were all bad."

Xiao Ai, perched on Luo Ji's shoulder, immediately turned her head.

"Yan, please refrain from making racial attacks."

Yan Cong rolled his eyes.

The scene continues.

After paying, Yan Cong did not start the furnace immediately.

He sat in the weapon-forging room and pulled out all the videos showing how to forge expensive weapons.

It's not about looking at the finished product.

It's not about watching those masters pose.

He specifically focused on the types of videos with the highest failure rates, the most expensive materials, and the most complicated procedures.

sword.

Knife.

bow.

dagger.

He paused repeatedly for each category.

Playback.

recording.

If he couldn't understand some of the techniques, he would slow down the video to the slowest speed and watch it frame by frame.

Xiao Ai, number 108, was originally spinning around on the side.

It kept spinning until it stopped.

"Kiss."

"Your current foundation is weak, so I suggest you start practicing with ordinary iron blanks."

Yan Cong didn't look up.

"Ordinary iron billets don't fetch a good price."

Xiao Ai paused for a moment.

"However, high-end materials have a higher risk of loss."

Yan Cong still didn't look up.

"I don't have time to take my time."

Yan Cong sat there, looking at it over and over again.

First, check the forging angle.

Observe the furnace temperature changes a second time.

Check the quenching time a third time.

Review the failure points a fourth time.

Record every hammering point, every control of the flame, and every tempering time in a notebook.

Three hours later.

The scene then follows Yan Cong as he leaves the weapon-refining tower.

Returning to my hometown.

Buying groceries.

Start a fire.

做饭

Feeding Grandma.

The old lady was halfway through her meal when she forgot she had something in her mouth and stared blankly at the corner of the table.

Yan Cong took the spoon and gently touched her lips.

"Grandma, just swallow it."

The old woman glanced at him, her eyes cloudy.

Several seconds passed before he slowly swallowed the monster meat porridge.

Yan Cong washed the bowl clean and returned to his room.

The notebook containing the notes taken during the day was spread out on the table.

After he sat down, he began to fill in the details.

[Seventh hammer blow, angled three degrees to the left.]

The surface color of the material must not turn white before the second tempering.

[Withdrawing the tube half a second too early, after the quenching process has been completed for ten seconds, may cause an imbalance in internal stress.]

[The burrs must be smoothed before sharpening, otherwise the blade will easily crack after tempering.]

The pen tip scrapes across the paper.

Liang Rumeng sat on the edge of the bed, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone.

The light from the screen shone on her face.

She didn't actually see anything, and there was no sound in her headphones.

She would occasionally look up at Yan Cong's back.

The boy had broad shoulders.

But these past few days, his shoulders have always been tense.

Liang Rumeng bit her lip.

She recalled the messages Wang Meifen had sent her.

【Choose a time when he's busiest to cause trouble.】

Make him find you annoying.

Make him think you're immature.

Make him feel that you're only a burden to him.

She gripped her phone tightly, turning the screen black.

Yan Cong is still writing.

The sound of the pen nib scratching the paper echoed gradually in the room.

Liang Rumeng stared at him for a long time.

Finally, she put down her phone, slowly walked over, and hugged him from behind.

Yan Cong's pen stopped on the paper, the ink spreading slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Rumeng pressed her face against his back, her voice soft.

"Baby."

"You've been writing for a long time."

"Keep me company."

Yan Cong did not turn around.

He looked at the page on the paper that wasn't finished yet.

Almost there.

I'm almost done getting today's training rhythm sorted out.

He wanted to say wait a minute.

I want to say that I can't be distracted right now.

But the girl behind him was holding him very tightly.

Her fingers gripped his clothes, trembling slightly for some reason.

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Baby, I..."

"Yan Cong!"

Liang Rumeng looked up, her eyes red, and interrupted him.

"Don't you like me anymore?"

Yan Cong closed his eyes briefly and put down his pen.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Then you stay with me."

The lights in the room flickered.

Yan Cong remained silent for a few seconds, then finally turned around and hugged her.

Liang Rumeng buried her face in his chest.

She didn't let him see her tears...