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

The image fades away.

Ai Kun reappeared in front of the camera.

He sighed.

"My darlings, the more beautiful something is, the easier it is to hold onto it."

"That night, our Mengbao was once again tricked by the Heavenly Dao and unleashed a deadly technique with Ancestor Yan."

"What's the ultimate move?!"

"Everyone knows about cell phones, those ancient communication devices, right?!"

"I know, I know!"

"Mengbao said to Old Master Yan, who was almost broke at the time."

"Buy me an iPhone 17 Pro Max!"

"According to our investigation, this thing was the most advanced communication device at the time, and it cost around ten thousand yuan."

"Furthermore, Mengbao was tricked into telling Old Master Yan."

"Peng Yiran always uses iPhones; her boyfriend got her one. I want one too!"

"We'll talk about the future later. Buy me a phone first."

Ai-Kun stopped folding his fan.

"It can only be said that the way of Heaven still understands human nature."

"These remarks successfully changed Old Master Yan's impression of Mengbao from that of a girl who was willing to give up everything for him to a gold digger."

"That moment..."

He doesn't hate anyone.

"He only regrets that he is not rich enough."

"He doesn't look like a human being."

"His desire to succeed reached its peak at that moment!"

"The seed has sprouted."

The projection instantly switched into the weapon-refining room.

The furnace roared.

The heat was intense.

Yan Cong stood in the weapon-refining room No. 309, his eyes bloodshot.

It wasn't from being smoked by fire.

She had just been crying.

Before him lay the last piece of material.

It was also the last bit of capital he could gamble with.

"Bang!"

The sledgehammer came crashing down.

The sparks exploded.

Yan Cong's wrist was trembling.

The angle of that hammer blow was off.

Xiao Ai, number 309, was so anxious that her electronic eyes were flashing wildly.

"warn!"

"The hammering angle deviation is 4.2 degrees!"

"Darling, I suggest stopping this forging immediately!"

Yan Cong ignored it.

The second hammer blow came down.

The third hammer blow came down.

Sweat and tears fell together onto the red-hot metal, instantly turning into fine white mist.

"warn."

"The internal stress of the material is out of balance."

"Honey, I suggest you stop the current forging action immediately!"

"Kiss!"

"If this continues, the probability of failure in this weapon forging will exceed 98%!"

Yan Cong remained expressionless.

He didn't have those forging videos in his mind.

There is no furnace temperature.

There is no angle.

There is no success rate.

Only Liang Rumeng's line.

We'll deal with the future when it comes.

Buy me a phone now.

There were also the words his grandmother had said to him a long time ago, patting his head.

Our little bear will make something of himself someday.

"Bang!"

The final hammer fell.

The hammer was severely tilted.

The material was hammered into a crooked, distorted shape.

Xiao Ai, number 309, immediately covered her head.

"It's over."

"Honey, this structure doesn't fit any combat unit model!"

"Honey, calm down!"

Yan Cong picked up the ugly hammer and sent it directly into the furnace.

Flames engulfed the hammer.

Tempering.

Tempering.

cool down.

Only the crackling of the furnace fire remained in the weapon-refining room.

Xiao Ai, number 309, has stopped talking.

It crouched to the side, its electronic eye dimmed to just two faint points of light.

Yan Cong stood in front of the furnace.

There was no expectation in his eyes.

There was no excitement either.

There was only numbness.

The flames gradually dimmed.

The furnace is opened.

That ridiculously ugly hammer lay quietly in the hearth.

There are no cracks.

It didn't explode.

A faint spiritual pattern lit up on the hammer.

Followed by.

The second one.

The third way.

The fourth one.

Xiao Ai, number 309, suddenly stood up.

"Testing in progress!"

"The material is stable!"

"The spiritual transfer is complete!"

"The vessel blank is formed!"

"Rating in progress!"

"Ding!"

Congratulations, my dear!

"Level 4 combat soldier!"

"This is a Level 4 combat soldier!"

Xiao Ai, number 309, jumped up on the spot.

"Honey! You did it!"

"Although this completely contradicts forging theory!"

"Even though this shouldn't have succeeded at all!"

"Although the database has already started reporting errors!"

"But it actually worked!"

"We can offer two million to acquire the weapon-refining tower!"

"Two million, darling!"

Yan Cong stood still.

He looked at the hammer.

Looked for a long time.

Then, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground.

Xiao Ai, number 309, was still excitedly circling around him.

"Kiss!"

"Two million!"

"Did you hear that?"

"This is a Level 4 combat soldier!"

Yan Cong tilted his head back and covered his face with his hands.

next second.

A sob, suppressed to the extreme, finally escaped from his throat.

"what……"

"Aaaaaah!"

Why...?

"Why...?"

At the edge of the frame, a short clip from the past suddenly cuts out.

sunset.

Electric scooter.

Liang Rumeng hugged his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back.

"Baby~"

"Later you had everything, but did you lose me, the one who used to sit on the back of you?"

The scene flashes back to the weapon-refining room.

Yan Cong sat on the ground, crying his heart out.

"Grass……"

"Waaaaah..."

"Heavenly Dao, you have no heart!"

"You have no heart!"

"Old Master Yan, please don't cry!"

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore!"

Beyond the sky.

On the rooftop.

Yan Cong tilted his head back, tears streaming down his face.

He remained silent.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Ye Chen stood to the side, opened his mouth, but in the end only put his hand on his shoulder.

At the same time.

In front of a barbecue stall in Dongguan City.

A girl wearing a mask sat on a small stool, looking down as she processed the ingredients in a bowl.

She wore a mask the whole time.

I haven't taken it off since I arrived here.

Tears slid down the edge of the mask and dripped into the basin.

Beside them, a woman with a thick waist and a loud voice suddenly roared.

"Hello!"

"Why are you crying?"

"Get to work!"

"You want to dock your pay, huh?"

The girl's fingers trembled, and the skewers in the basin scattered all over the floor.

She lowered her head and bent down to pick it up.

The mask covered her face.

No one could see that the face under the mask was exactly the same as Liang Rumeng's on the screen.

The video continues above the sky.

Inside the weapon-refining tower.

Yan Cong eventually sold the level-four warhammer to the weapon-refining tower.

A notification sounded indicating that two million had been deposited into the account.

He stared at the extra string of numbers in his bank card and stood there motionless for a long time.

Two million.

Grandma's medical expenses.

Subsequent care expenses.

There are also favors owed.

Finally, there's a solution.

But it didn't feel real at all.

Yan Cong put away his phone and walked out of the weapon-refining tower in a daze.

Just got to the door.

Everyone around gathered around.

"Master Yan!"

Congratulations!

"A level four combat soldier! His first success is already a level four combat soldier—that's true genius!"

"I knew it! All those failures the other day were definitely building up!"

"If Master Yan becomes successful in the future, don't forget about us old neighbors!"

The group that had avoided him a few days ago is now eager to make way for him.

Even those who used to avoid him started to approach him with forced smiles.

The boss with the mole was all smiles, rubbing his hands together as he came forward to greet him.

"Young man!"

"No, Master Yan!"

"I could tell at first glance that you're destined for this path!"

"I was just teasing you before because I was afraid you'd be too hasty!"

Yan Cong looked at him.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He just found it ridiculous.

If you knew that I had just tried again, I would have failed at the very last step.

Will you still look the same?

Yan Cong did not expose him.

No response either.

He simply glanced down at his bank card balance.

So be it.

Even if I still can't refine weapons in the future, these two million will be enough.

Yan Cong took a step forward.

Right at this moment.

A mechanical notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[A person with great perseverance has been detected!]

[Congratulations, host, on binding with the Ten Thousand Times Goddess Return System!]

Yan Cong froze in his tracks.

system?

Before he could react, a second notification sounded.

[Return multiplier for the first bound object: 10.]

The target is to the left front of the host.

[A middle-aged woman selling goods at a street stall.]

Yan Cong: "?"

system?

goddess?

Setting up a stall...

Mother?

He slowly raised his head.

Front left.

A middle-aged woman, weighing at least 200 pounds, was sitting behind the stall eating sunflower seeds.

She felt the gaze and grinned at Yan Cong.

"Master Yan."

"Want to buy some grilled sausages?"

Yan Cong: "..."