Poverty makes me capable of anything.

As always, Colin handed over three blueprints.

From [? ? ? ? (68/79)] to [? ? ? ? (70/79)].

An Ran was stunned for a moment when she saw this number.

There are only 9 blueprints left.

Does that mean Colin's creation is about to be released?

This time I received three assembly diagrams, and after these days of hard work, I've almost finished making all the parts, big and small.

This exaggerated speed stems from two factors: Colin's tireless work day and night, and the simplification of the game.

Players can do what NPCs can do. If it takes players half a day to make a single nut, then such a science-based profession would probably have been thrown into the trash heap long ago.

An Ran quickly wrote down the contents of the drawing.

She then worked with Colin to assemble the parts.

Starting with the torso, Anran was deeply impressed by Colin's drawings. Those seemingly fancy indentations and cutouts were actually various interlocking structures, and a lot of space was reserved, which could probably be used for other purposes.

I started getting busy around 1 p.m. and didn't finish until after 5 p.m.

The assembly work has just come to an end.

In the corner, an assembly robot, radiating a faint, cold light, sat on a chair.

However, this robot was very small. An Ran felt that she looked much taller standing in front of it, probably around 130cm.

Emmm...

Something's not right. Wasn't Colin reading that book, "Practical Techniques of Bionic Machines," all along?

"What kind of drive does this robot need?" An Ran asked, puzzled.

"Electricity," Colin replied.

An Ran's expression immediately turned strange. With the technological level of No. 1886, the electric motor he built could drive such a heavy robot? Are you kidding me? Did he build an electric toy that can only make sounds?

hiss--

An Ran gasped, her gaze toward Colin growing increasingly strange.

Chapter 15 Iron what? Say it again.

Ignoring An Ran's strange gaze, Colin walked to the table and grabbed several glass tubes.

That was the original thing Colin made, but it was never used during the assembly process.

The black ends and the silver line in the middle give this glass tube a very high-tech look.

Colin walked over to the short robot, pulled out a glass tube with his right hand, and, under An Ran's watchful gaze, inserted it into a groove in the robot's left arm.

"!"

An Ran's eyes widened; so that's what those grooves were for.

When she looked again, she noticed something different: the grooves on the robot's body were of several different types.

One type, although distributed in different directions, always has threaded grooves at two opposite locations in each groove, which appear to be grooves used to fix the glass tube.

An Ran quickly glanced at them; these grooves were located on the arms, legs, and waist. These were key areas for generating power and performing movements. Could it be that these seemingly simple little glass tubes, aside from their cool appearance, were actually important transmission devices?

Colin became increasingly mysterious in An Ran's eyes.

This NPC, who seems to exist solely to repair players' equipment, must be hiding an untold story.

Ten glass tubes were quickly embedded into the robot under Colin's work.

"Clap clap clap—" Colin clapped his hands excitedly, "It's finally over."

They wouldn't actually build such a lump of iron, would they?

"Is it all done?" An Ran asked.

Colin shook his head: "No, this is just a skeleton. It will take some time to complete it."

It seems the key lies in the last nine drawings.

An Ran also received a notification that the mission was completed. She gained 2000 experience points, and was halfway to leveling up to Mechanic Lv5.

"So, should we just leave it here like this?"

“That’s right,” Colin replied, then suddenly walked to the right side of the table and reached into a bag.

"Splash—"

Anran then saw him pull a black thread out of the bag.

This is it—An Ran looked closely and discovered the plug growing from the end of the wire.

Colin walked behind the robot and plugged the connector into the back of its neck.

"..."

"Charge it first; it will take about 20 hours to charge," Colin explained.

It really is electric... Anran was speechless.

"That's all for today," Colin said.

"Oh." An Ran nodded. What exactly are the blueprints that follow? Are they for filling in the grooves and cutouts on the robot?

Thinking about these questions all the way home, Anran returned home safely.

……

The next day.

Not long after Anran arrived at the store, Colin went out again, more than an hour later. This time, however, he returned with a middle-aged woman in a white coat behind him.

After greeting An Ran, the two went into the workshop. An Ran, who was minding the shop outside, really wanted to peek inside, but the door was locked, and there was no other passage between the repair shop and the workshop.

Another half hour passed in this utterly boring way, until finally the door behind me was pushed open.

An Ran turned around and saw Colin's face beaming with excitement, his mouth agape as if he had encountered something incredibly wonderful.

"You've successfully gone on a blind date in middle age and are getting married soon?" An Ran asked, puzzled.

Colin's face immediately darkened: "Don't talk nonsense, you'll get beaten to death."

An Ran nodded: "Oh, so it's just unrequited love!"

Upon hearing this, Colin's face darkened even more. He paused, then said, "Forget it, I won't stoop to the level of a child."

“…” An Ran’s lips parted slightly.

Depend on!

Don't let my 16-year-old appearance fool you; I'm a mature man inside.

Although I spend most of my time at home playing games and practicing various skills by myself, I have a wide circle of friends, have read countless books, have a knack for strategy guides, and possess a wealth of theoretical knowledge. I know everything!

Anran decided not to stoop to Colin's level; he must be feeling incredibly guilty because she had seen through him.

"Cuckoo-"

Anran picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

Leisurely moments are ultimately limited. Although she has a passive 10% efficiency bonus from her talent, she's not much faster than the average person at repairing mechanical equipment, since the equipment is quite simple. Several electric fans, electric stoves, and ovens have already piled up behind her.

An Ran took another sip of water and stood up. As soon as she turned around, she "pfft—" immediately spat out some of the water she hadn't swallowed yet.

"I……"

"I……"

"go……"

An Ran was completely dumbfounded, her eyes fixed on Colin, who was sitting in the corner of the repair shop.

"prick--"

"Whoosh—"

Colin deftly cut a piece of pink fabric into several pieces with scissors, and then took out several pieces of fabric and a sewing kit from a locked cabinet.

After that, Colin sat down in the chair and began to sew the fabric very seriously with needle and thread.

It's like sewing a dress with lace trim.

It looks really good.

"hiss--"

An Ran gasped.

As expected of an old mechanic with the profession of "sewing craftsman". Not only can he "create people", but he can also make clothes for people to wear.

She picked up a mop and wiped the water off the floor, then picked up a rag and wiped the water off the table. Without saying a word, she walked to an old electric fan, took out a screwdriver, and began to carefully unscrew it.

After removing the back cover, I found that the wire was broken. I soldered it with a soldering iron and then plugged it back in.

"Waaaaah—"

The fan blades began to spin steadily, and a cool breeze came from the front, blowing on An Ran's face, passing over An Ran's shoulders, and gently lifting Colin's skirt.

"..." Colin stopped moving the needle in his hand and raised his head.

A young girl's figure was just two meters in front of me. She sat cross-legged on a small cushion, her loose hair fluttering slightly in the cool breeze, exuding youthful energy.

"How's business at the repair shop lately?" Colin suddenly asked.

“Uh…” An Ran turned around and found Colin looking at her, realizing that she was talking to her.

"It's alright," An Ran said. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but ask again, "Are you making clothes for that lump of iron?"

"..." Colin's face darkened instantly, and he feigned anger, saying, "I'm giving you a chance, what are you waiting for?"

“Iron…” An Ran immediately changed her words, “Are you making clothes for your daughter?”

Colin nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. You know, I'm a well-known tailor too."

An Ran was sweating profusely.

He quickly turned around and continued tinkering with the electric fan he was working on.