Star Forge Titan

Soon, Alvin retrieved the memory of a mission from the early stages of the game.

At that time, most of the players were still trainee-level adventurers, which meant they were not even first-level transcendents.

In one of the primary copies of the exploration of the tomb of a low-level mage, there was a sinister trap that would attack with a colorless and odorless poison.

The reaction of the poisoned player was very similar to that of the child in front of him. At that time, the doctor lady in the guild who played the necromancer was also an ordinary adventurer. She insisted that it was definitely heavy metal poisoning.

And judging from the appearance of the poison, it is very likely one of the oldest poisons in human history - arsenic.

As expected, according to the spell research notes dug out from the dungeon, the white powdery poison was the unexpected result of the mage's alchemy research. Judging from the production process, it was clearly arsenic trioxide, commonly known as arsenic.

Moreover, the wizard also developed a corresponding antidote through magic.

"Bile sulfate and Centella asiatica." As he said this, Alvin had already taken out the latter from the medicine box.

This herb is also commonly used for children's coughs and minor skin diseases, so Mother Teresa kept some stock in her medicine cabinet.

The former is a kind of blue fine crystals, which normally requires a set of basic chemical instruments, or a set of basic alchemical instruments to prepare.

But at this moment, they obviously did not have the conditions, and the children might not be able to hold on until they found the alchemical equipment.

Fortunately, there is unreasonable magic in this world...

"Find a piece of copper! Brass or bronze will do." Alvin ordered immediately.

"..." Diana didn't say anything and ran into the night. From time to time, the sound of her knocking on the doors of the neighbors around her could be heard. Not long after, the girl returned with a rusty and perforated copper cup.

Ivan held the copper cup with the name on it that was stained with green rust, and a dark golden light shone in his palm. [Core·Reshaping the World] symbolized the power of both destruction and creation, and it was used by him for the first time to make medicine to save lives.

The copper cup, which was originally covered with rust, first turned into pure copper, and then began to undergo further changes.

The forced change of material form consumed a huge amount of Alvin's magic power, but the metallic copper was also recreated by the power of reshaping the world driven by the original magic power, and gradually turned into a translucent, fine crystal with a blue luster.

"Huh..." Ivan let out a long breath and stopped reshaping with sweat oozing from his forehead.

At this moment, he already had a handful of fine blue crystals in his hand, which was the gallstone mentioned earlier.

"Find a pot, add Centella asiatica and gallstones to water and boil for 30 minutes." Alvin wiped the sweat off his face and said quickly.

"Proportion?" Although she was also very anxious, Sister Teresa still asked calmly.

"Forty to one, forty to Centella asiatica and one to alum." Alvin added immediately.

The nanny nodded and went to find a pot to boil the medicine.

Although she didn't know where the prescription came from, she could only trust him for now. At least she was willing to trust Diana.

"Are you sure?" Inside the house, Diana bit her lip and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"I'm not sure, but we have to try, otherwise it will be difficult for them to see the sun tomorrow." Alvin said with a heavy expression.

"Sister Diana, will I... die?" Little Julian, lying in the arms of the short-haired girl, suddenly asked.

"...No." Diana shook her head vigorously.

"After I die, will I be able to...see my father...and mother in heaven?" Little Julian continued to mumble incoherently.

"No!" Diana denied even louder:

"Then... then I won't die." Little Julian waved his hands with difficulty.

"Anyway...I heard people say that poor people...can't...go to heaven." The words spoken by this young child made Alvin turn his head and look away.

When playing the game, although everyone would curse the screenwriter as a stinky Sabi when completing tasks with similar plots, they would not mention it too much afterwards. Instead, the sacrifices of those heroes would be more unforgettable to them.

But when young Alvin really saw a young life struggling in suffering like a candle in the wind.

An emotion called anger involuntarily surged into my heart.

The world I want is not this kind of world! A roaring cry came from the bottom of Ivan's heart. He was constantly trying to prevent disasters that could destroy the world.

But it was not until this moment that the young descendant of the Titans realized that even if the world would not be destroyed by evil gods and demons, the happiness of some people would have been destroyed by other things long ago.

"I found the milk!" Dominic shouted and rushed into the house.

The sturdy boy was covered in mud and stains from the fall, and even had some glass fragments piercing his skin, but the metal can in his arms was exceptionally well protected; it was a large can of fresh milk.

"Give it to the kids, and try to get them to drink as much as possible."

At this time, Sister Teresa also returned to the house with the decoction.

Several people together let the children drink milk and decoction, and soon the painful expressions on their faces began to subside, and the symptoms of dry retching and coughing also improved.

"They have to take medicine these days and don't let them go to the factory." Alvin instructed Dominic seriously.

The latter hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded vigorously.

But then he looked distressed again.

"What's wrong?" Diana asked softly:

"My savings may not be enough, and I just got into some trouble." Dominic said helplessly.

"Let's take the children back to the orphanage first." Sister Teresa said understandingly.

"That's too much trouble, Madam, and there are so many younger children in the orphanage." Dominic waved his hand quickly.

"It's not a question of whether it's troublesome or not now!" The nanny glared.

As a result, Dominic, a sturdy young man known for his bravery and aggressiveness in the downtown gang, immediately shrank his neck and looked as if he was afraid to speak.

Diana looked at the other person and a rare smile appeared on her face.

Alvin was somewhat relieved to see this scene, and felt that the cheerful Diana in his memory should be like this.

The few people who were in a better mood did not notice that although the children's breathing had become much calmer, on the surface of their internal organs and other places that could not be seen directly with the naked eye, small pieces of black hard shells were slowly replacing the originally healthy human tissues.

Those hard shells were like parts of a magical machine, glowing with an inorganic metallic luster, cold and solid.

In stark contrast to the warm and soft flesh of humans...

Chapter 31 Factory Anecdotes

In fact, there is no so-called antidote for heavy metal poisoning.

Strictly speaking, decoctions and milk only slow down the damage caused by heavy metals in the patient's body and help the patient excrete toxic substances through metabolism.

So, seeing the children gradually recover, Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief after judging that they had ingested too many heavy metals due to lack of protection at work.

Considering the children's strong vitality, as long as they stay away from the highly toxic environment in the factory, the possibility of their recovery is not low.

"For the next few days, have them drink plenty of milk. If you can't get milk, at least have them drink plenty of boiled water." He looked at Dominic, who was covered in dust, and gave serious instructions:

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely remember it!" This sturdy gang boy who obviously had a bad reputation, now nodded continuously like an obedient and honest child, with a grateful expression on his face.

"Let's wait until tomorrow, when little Julian and the others are stable, to send them to an orphanage. At least there will be someone to take care of them at all times." Mother Theresa also echoed.

Diana kept touching little Julian's head, whose hair had become inexplicably thinning. Although she didn't say much, it was obvious that she thought so too.

"Which factory do little Julian and the others work in?" the short-haired girl suddenly asked. Her sword-like eyebrows, which were more suitable for men than women, stood up like a long sword drawn from its sheath, revealing a domineering aura.

"Big sister, please don't do anything rash!" Dominic said quickly.

Although he was considered an exceptionally brave and aggressive guy, the real ruthless person in Marilyn Orphanage was the girl in front of him.

Not all the children in the orphanage were good kids, or rather, they were more unscrupulous when it came to bullying. But no one dared to mess with Diana among her peers, and even the older kids eventually became obedient.

Even though Mother Theresa was ill and unable to manage the orphanage during that time, Diana maintained the rules of the orphanage in an orderly manner, even more orderly than before.

All she relies on is a pair of small fists and enough ruthlessness.

He would never stop beating the opponent until he surrendered and begged for mercy, even if he beat him until he peed and cried.

"Which factory?" Diana continued to ask without raising her head, caressing the already fast asleep little Julian.

"They have a factory protection team!" Dominic shook his head vigorously and still refused to tell the name of the factory.

"Which one?" Diana slowly stood up and walked up to the muscular young man who was a head taller than her. She raised her head and looked up at him, asking word by word.

As a result, Dominic trembled involuntarily under the gaze of those indifferent, blood-red eyes, like a frog being stared at by an eagle.

Ivan smiled with amusement at this. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, watching with interest as Dominic retreated step by step until he was forced into the corner of the room by Diana.

Afrediya has a pair of ruby-like eyes because of the secret ritual inherited by the Gusmith family, but it is unknown why Diana also has a pair of rare red eyes.

Players have made many speculations on the forum, but none of them have been verified.

After all, this heroic and beautiful girl, who is popular among both male and female fans, still maintained her strength and influence in the first tier until the fifth version of the disaster came. She can be said to be an eternally popular idol spanning multiple versions.

The official has always been secretive about her independent story. It is completely a carrot that the game company deliberately fishes in front of the players, making everyone feel itchy while keeping the hook.

Some even suggested that the Paladins of the Temple of Knowledge said that although Diana's pretty short black hair was different from those of the white-haired, red-eyed artificial paladins, this hair color was actually the result of her dyeing her hair with natural dyes made from walnut shells and other plants.

The girl's real hair color is not like this.

However, this statement contains a very obvious contradiction. Through subsequent plots, players learned that the artificial humans in the Temple of Knowledge are like products coming off the production line, and they are mature from birth.

Although Diana was an orphan without parents, she had a very complete childhood experience.

This is the strongest argument on the part of the opponents.

"Abagnon." Dominic took a breath and whispered the name of the person who owned the factory.

"Ha! That miser Abagnon?" Diana sneered and said with disdain.

Abagnon Poclain, a very famous and wealthy factory owner.

Unlike other factory owners who are mostly famous for their wealth, the reason why this guy became famous can even be said to be a little ridiculous.

Abagnon Poclain became famous in the downtown area because of his extremely stingy way of doing things. It is said that he was not even willing to say good morning to others.

This guy will only take the initiative to send greetings to those who are of nobler status and have more wealth than himself, because he thinks that the good morning returned by the other party is more valuable than the good morning he says himself.

This stingy fellow was so happy that he even married his daughter to a wealthy man over fifty because he didn't have to prepare a dowry. As for his other child, his son, he was even more stingy, and would rather force him to borrow money from a loan shark than give him even a single copper coin.

The most ridiculous and hateful thing is that although the factory opened by Abagnon claims to be the most worker-friendly, it even takes the initiative to provide extremely cheap collective dormitories and one work meal a day to those workers who have no place to live, and says that he will also stay in the factory and eat and live with the workers.

However, he had signed a special contract with the workers in advance, requiring employees living in the dormitory to get up and work immediately after the third crow of the rooster in the morning. Otherwise, it would be considered a violation of the contract and half of the monthly salary would be deducted.

Under normal circumstances, the roosters usually crow starting from the early morning, about once every hour and a half, and the third time is basically when the sun rises.

Therefore, the workers who had to get up early did not take this seriously at first. They were even happy about the dormitories that were leaky but really cheap, thinking that they could save enough money to join the pioneering fleet more quickly.

By the way, Mr. Arbuckle did live in the factory every day, ate very cheap black bread, and even drank muddy water.

But what was the reality? His residence was a two-story villa. Although it didn't look very good, it was built very solidly. The reason why black bread was so dark was because it was added with enough chocolate, and the reason why water had color was because it was actually filled with wine.

Only at such times did Mr. Harpagon behave like a less-than-parsimonious person.

What happened later also proved that Abagnon was still Abagnon, and the miser was always the miser!

Before daybreak, three consecutive, extremely shrill cries of chickens were heard from the chicken coop built on the hill behind the factory.

The workers were completely screwed. How could a chicken bark three times in a row in the middle of the night?! This chicken must have a dog-like head that looks like a human.

Sure enough, after staying up late for several days, the workers finally caught Mr. Abagnon Poclain in front of the chicken coop, who had come to learn how to crow like a rooster.

But even if they caught the criminal red-handed, they couldn't do anything to the "friendly and hardworking" Mr. Harbagun. After all, he lived in the upper city, led a very decent life, and was a rich man who completely matched the description of a successful trend-setter in the new era in the newspapers.

The incident of the crowing cock was left unresolved, and the workers' wages were not deducted for half. However, Abagnon's reputation as a miser became even more famous.

It is conceivable that the factory opened by such a stingy guy would naturally be more excessive and darker than other factories.

Not only do workers have to work more than twelve hours a day, but they are also required to spend no more than one hour on non-working time, such as meals, or their wages will be deducted! This even includes time spent praying and using the toilet.

Clauses like this one involving wage deductions as punishment could fill up two full pages of the contract.

As a result, although the wages offered by Abagnon seem to be more generous than those in other factories and they also provide a free meal, the actual wages paid to each worker are very unstable. At most, they are only two-thirds to half of the amount written in the contract, and sometimes even less than one-third.

Not to mention the 'work meal' that was completely inedible after being mixed with sawdust!

Even with such food, Abagun only provided half of the food to the child laborers, who already earned less, on the grounds that children had small appetites.

"Why would they go there?" Diana looked at little Julian and the others with confusion and heartache.

"Julian and his friends are too small and too weak. Other factories are unwilling to accept them. They are afraid that they will die in the factory as soon as they enter, so..." Dominic hesitated for a moment, and finally explained the reason.

"So they went to Abagnon's factory! And you didn't stop them?" Diana asked sternly.

"By the time I found out, they had already put their fingerprints on the contract! If you don't go to work, your salary will be deducted, and you may even have to pay compensation. Even if you want to resign, you have to work for at least three months. I thought there shouldn't be any problems in three months, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing in just the second month." Dominic clenched his fists, his eyes red.

"Having said so much, I'm also a little curious about Mr. Abagnon." Ivan, who had been listening silently, suddenly said:

"Genoese, this is none of your business." Diana refused in a cold voice:

But everyone could hear that she just didn't want the other party to get involved in this troublesome matter.