About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

Chapter 56: Further Modification of the Breaking Formation, 7 Level 3 Cores

It's already very late.

Yu Wan finally closed the ancient book.

Chen Yuan lay on top of her head, and the entire tentacle finally recovered a little from the "drained" state it had been in before.

The tentacle lifted from her forehead and rubbed her sore eyes.

Yu Wan reached out and took him off her head, then gently pinched him.

"Ah Yuan~ Go back to sleep."

Chen Yuan was swayed from side to side by her rubbing against him, and he let out a soft "pfft" to indicate his agreement.

The lights were turned off, and Yu Wan carried him upstairs...

......

When I woke up the next day, it was just getting light.

The autumn morning was quite chilly.

The tiny tentacles lay on the pillow, their tips slightly curled...

In my dream.

He was lying on the kitchen counter, trembling.

Yu Wan walked over with a smile, carrying a bowl of dark brown medicinal soup. She stirred the soup with a spoon, making a crisp sound.

"Ah Yuan, it's time to take your medicine."

He shrank back, his tentacle tips thrashing wildly: "Plop!"

No, no.

Then he looked down and saw eight empty bowls neatly arranged on the counter.

Each bowl has been drunk today; this is the ninth bowl.

It's just that... I've done it eight times already.

Yu Wan handed the spoon to him, tilted her head, her long silver hair falling down from her ears, her expression still so gentle.

"Ah-Yuan is being naughty..."

The bowl of medicine swayed back and forth in front of him; he moved it to the left, and the bowl moved to the left; he moved it to the right, and the bowl moved to the right.

His entire tentacle was trembling.

......

"Plop!" Chen Yuan suddenly woke up, raised her tentacles, and then limply fell back down.

Thankfully it was a dream. He calmed down for a while and felt his suction cups still trembling slightly, as if he had just escaped from a life-or-death battle.

His adorable little Yu Wan would never do such a thing.

So he decided to drink some milk to calm his nerves first.

It was almost dawn outside the window.

Yu Wan was still asleep, lying on her side, her long, silvery-white hair spread out on the pillow, her breathing steady.

She shrank closer to that soft, warm place, and then "plop~" took a bite.

Yes, I feel much more at ease.

He took another drag, trying to soothe his wounded soul.

"Hmm..." Yu Wan opened her eyes groggily, her blood-red eyes still covered with a layer of mist, her vision not fully focused.

"Ah-Yuan...can we finish it later...?"

The voice was muffled and unclear, like talking in a sleep.

Hearing Chen Yuan's "plop" sound, she finally came to her senses.

But he just stared blankly at the pillow.

A habit from five years ago.

Back then, I wanted to do it again every morning.

If I act cute, Ah Yuan will be a little gentler with me...

She looked away and sat up.

Gently, he took the small tentacle out of his collar and placed it on his head.

"Ah-Yuan, wake up."

Chen Yuan lay on top of her head and swayed for a while, feeling that he had finally regained some energy.

Then it slowly slid down, landing on her shoulder, and then down her arm to her hand.

He gently touched the back of her hand, then activated the liquid fusion, and a black phantom enveloped her right hand.

Yu Wan didn't pay any attention and went to the kitchen to cook noodles after washing up.

He guided her fingers to type slowly on the tablet, too lazy to use the touchscreen anymore; he was already quite used to using her hands.

Yu Wan had also gotten used to her hands being out of control, being manipulated by Chen Yuan to do this and that.

Later on, I found it quite convenient.

You could let A-Yuan type with her hands while you're cooking... or something else...

It's no longer necessary to take him out of his collar and put him on the table like before, and then watch him poke the screen with his tentacle tips for a long time.

So she cooked the noodles while looking at the words Chen Yuan typed:

The magic cores obtained from hunting those level-three monsters in the Third Wasteland can be used to upgrade and modify that broken weapon.

This gun is no longer up to par.

He used to be able to fight level 2 monsters, but now he can easily kill level 3 monsters.

"Okay~"

Yu Wan nodded in agreement. She didn't understand his complicated renovation plans, but she just nodded whatever he said.

After breakfast, Chen Yuan slid off her head and landed on the ground, growing a little bigger.

Then I rolled up a pen, spread out an old sheet of paper, and began to draw.

The pen spun twice on his fingertip before drawing the first line on the paper.

First, I drew a draft of the original structure, and then I started drawing the modification plan next to it.

The original Broken Formation only had one slot, which held a low-level magic core as the firing energy.

Everyone else uses one.

If he needs less, then let's use ten.

Simply draw a row of ten slots, perfect.

Anyway, he has plenty of level 3 magic cores.

Then there's the barrel material.

The original alloy gun barrel certainly couldn't withstand the energy impact released by ten level-three magic cores simultaneously, so it needed to be completely remade.

He marked all the remaining magic cores with the "melting" mark.

The gun barrel is made from materials smelted from a level 3 magic core.

He quickly scribbled a few numbers on the drawing.

OK, according to calculations, it has at least ten times more power than before.

Chen Yuan put down his pen, rolled up the blueprints, and walked towards the workshop.

On the workbench, the magic cores were lined up in a row.

He spread out the blueprints, then rolled up the hammer and began welding iron.

The most high-end materials are often treated with the simplest methods.

Although this magic core is not easy to break, he has plenty of strength.

He gestured, adjusted his posture, and then raised the hammer high.

One blow.

"Bang--!!!"

With a loud crash, a section of the workbench collapsed.

The desktop dented several centimeters instantly, and even the metal frame next to it shook.

The level-three magic core cracked with a spiderweb-like pattern on the table, and a small piece of the edge broke off, but the main body remained intact.

Chen Yuan picked up the hammer again.

Come again.

"Bang--!!!"

The worktable sank a little further.

He flipped the magic core over, adjusted the angle, and then struck again.

The progress is a bit slow, but the results are okay.

He thought for a moment, then tied the three magic cores together, secured them with wire, and picked up the hammer again.

This makes it much easier to smash.

After smashing it open, he took out the mask and began welding again, with sparks flying everywhere.

Throughout the day, sounds could be heard intermittently from the work area.

As dusk fell, he slid off the workbench and tossed the last welding torch into the toolbox.

The gun barrel is installed, and the magic core array is in place.