Star Forge Titan

He had never heard of this mission before. Could it be the butterfly effect caused by himself?

Ivan couldn't answer this question for the time being. After all, even as a game, Palladia was a very large world, let alone now that it had become reality.

"Okay, thank you for the news." The black-haired boy nodded, but couldn't help but say one more thing before leaving.

"Your health is already very bad, it's best not to go to that factory again."

Hearing his words, the prematurely aged worker couldn't help but force an ugly smile on his face.

"Sir, if possible, we don't want to go."

"But there's nothing we can do about it."

With a sigh, the door was closed from the inside, followed by a heart-wrenching cough and dry heaves.

"..." Looking at the tightly closed, shabby wooden door, Alvin didn't speak for a long time.

"Do we need to go to Gongren Road to find out the situation next?" Dominic asked in a low voice.

"No need." Alvin shook his head.

"They know only so much, and the real answer lies in that factory."

The two of them looked up at the horizon at the same time. The sun was slowly rising, and from the tall chimneys surrounding Lutetia, wisps of gray-white smoke began to rise as the first shift of people went to work.

At this moment, people going to work can still see the iron gate of the Abagun Textile Factory.

Those were two very sturdy doors, with metal door panels sandwiched between tall gray concrete walls. This new building material that has emerged in recent years has greatly accelerated the construction of cities and factories in Linde.

However, other regions have not yet fully accepted this material due to traditional reasons, and only Genoa is trying to use it in small quantities.

Before leaving Elrond, Alvin suggested that Afrediya send international students to Lind, but considering the views of the traditionalists, it would probably take another one or two years of preparation.

Unless there is someone who can completely suppress them, but the injuries of the previous Demon King Gustav have not yet healed, so this is also unlikely in the short term.

The door slowly opened, and workers with numb and dazed expressions followed the crowd in.

The factory grounds were filled with the pungent smell of fuel, and the road beneath their feet was particularly muddy due to the humidity. Guards armed with sticks stood on both sides of the gate. The security team leader, Oben, who served as the manager, was smoking a cigarette and looking at the crowd with disdain.

The workers thought he was a very annoying guy who always looked down on others. He would take advantage of any female worker who was decent looking.

Moreover, when the workers caught Abagnon sneaking into the chicken coop in the middle of the night and imitating the crowing of a rooster, it was he who brought a group of factory guards who were originally street hooligans, waving sticks and forcibly driving the workers away, which in a sense helped the factory owner a lot.

After that, Auburn's position became more secure, and he even had a steam gun on his waist to make the workers more afraid to speak out.

You have to know that this magical device was only opened to the public this year. Anyone who wants to buy it must apply for qualification from the city hall, and only respectable gentlemen who own property in the upper city can obtain permission.

As for who they will give the guns to, that is naturally not the city hall's business.

"Captain, Master Abagnon is here." A lazy member of the factory guard team suddenly pulled Auburn's sleeve.

Auburn looked back and saw a fat figure staggering towards the gate.

He quickly threw down the cigarette and stomped it out, then walked towards him with his chest puffed out and a spirited look.

"Oh, Mr. Abagnon, you are so hardworking that you come here to supervise production in person so early." Auburn said respectfully.

"Auburn? Oh, yes, I'm here to supervise the production." Abagnon was wearing a thick cloak with a hood, and his voice was strangely heavy, as if he had a bad cold.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to find someone to help you go back and rest?" Auburn bent down. Although he was much taller than the other man, he looked extremely humble at this moment.

"I'm fine, I've never been better. I just need, I need something... to drink." Abagnon staggered towards the factory gate.

"Hey, this kind of thing doesn't require you to go in person. Where's Andy? Is that lazy guy still sleeping in? Do you want me to find someone to buy it?" Auburn said attentively.

"Andy? Andy! He's fine! He's fine too!" Abagon's voice suddenly rose a little.

It was then that Auburn, approaching, noticed that the factory owner, Abagnon, had gained considerable weight. He could also smell a faint, almost scorching aroma of meat. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What a rich pig can eat! How could a man in his sixties still be so fat and still smell like barbecue?"

The two chatted casually and soon arrived at the factory gate.

Suddenly, Abagnon stopped, beads of sweat dripping from under his hood. The gate was within reach, but his legs felt like they had taken root, unable to move an inch, as if bound by some invisible chain.

"Mr. Abagnon?" Orben looked at him in confusion.

"I, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to go back to the factory." Abagnon turned around and walked into the factory. At this time, he did not feel comfortable at all.

The factory owner's muddled mind couldn't comprehend the situation, but he was very aware of it.

I'm thirsty again...

"You feel unwell too? Well, it's strange, ever since that machine entered the factory, even my brothers have felt unwell. Boss, where did you buy that thing from? Could it be the black market?" Auburn asked half-jokingly.

He was not thinking about his "brothers", but wanted to take the opportunity to catch the other party's handle, maybe he could make a lot of money.

"Nonsense, nonsense! It was given to me by someone else, a friend, as a sample." Abagnon shouted in a hoarse voice, and the image of the salesman with a flattering smile appeared in his mind.

Who wouldn't want something for free?

This thought instinctively popped into Abagnon's mind.

"I want to go back, I want to go back, Auburn, come here quickly!"

"Sir, I'm here." Auburn hurried forward.

"Help me, I want to go back to the dormitory, my dormitory." Abagnon raised his arm, revealing five swollen fingers under his cloak.

These red and purple fingers gripped Auburn's hand tightly like an iron clamp, causing the latter to reveal an expression of pain, but he quickly covered it up with a flattering smile.

"Okay, I'll take you there right away." Auburn nodded, cursing inwardly, "How shameless of you to call a two-story villa a dormitory?"

The two of them were like a pair of very good friends, holding hands and walking into the independent two-story building.

"Mr. Abagnon, we're here." Auben struggled to break free from the other person's hand, feeling something was wrong.

Born in the downtown area, he has long been accustomed to places filled with unpleasant odors, but there is one smell to which he is more sensitive than a dog.

That is the smell of blood.

At this moment, an unignorable smell of blood emanated from the two-story building where Abagnon lived alone.

Auburn's hand slowly rested on the grip of the steam gun at his waist, a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and his flattering smile was replaced by a ferocious expression like a jackal.

"Come in, Auburn, let's have a drink together, the three of us, have a drink together!" Abagnon stood in the shadow of the corridor, waving and calling in an unclear voice:

"Three people? Are you talking about Andy? But I didn't see him." Auben stood at the door with no intention of going into the building.

"Andy? He's fine, he's not..." There was a sudden inexplicable joy in Abagnon's voice.

"Isn't he right here?" the fat factory owner took off his hood.

After seeing the other person's face, Auburn felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a sharp scream like a little girl came out of his mouth.

"What the hell are you!?!"

At this moment, Abagon's head had become twice as big as before, and his swollen face showed two terrifying faces fused together.

In the center is still Abagnon's mean old face, while on his left cheek is Andy's distorted face full of pain and fear.

Auburn screamed and tried to run away, but suddenly he fell to the ground.

Looking down, he found that his legs had merged with the floor without him noticing.

The solid wood blends with the flesh, and the wood grain blends with the muscle texture, without any sense of incongruity.

"Don't come over! Don't come near me!" Auburn screamed and pulled out the steam gun, intending to pull the trigger hard to shoot the monster to death.

But the gunshot did not sound as he expected. The hand that Abagnon had held for a long time softened quickly like wet mud, until it completely merged with the gun body, and then it became solid again.

"No need to resist." Abagnon walked in front of Auben and showed a happy and bright smile on his swollen face.

At this time, Auburn could no longer speak because his upper and lower lips had completely fused together.

"This is the greatest happiness." The factory owner bent down and slowly opened his mouth.

He did not stop even after the corner of his mouth reached its limit. With the terrible sound of flesh and blood being torn, his mouth became as exaggerated as the mouth of a python with a dislocated jaw.

Then, Abagnon fully demonstrated his greedy side.

Along with the clothes on his body and the steam gun, Auburn was completely swallowed by the guy who turned into a monster.

Abagon, whose body had expanded to the size of a human again, sat directly on the floor. The happy expression on his face became more and more obvious, and the outline of his right cheek, which was originally empty, began to emerge, resembling the facial features of a human.

This scene was seen completely by someone far away outside the factory.

If Mr. Abagnon saw his appearance, he would definitely recognize that this was the "kind-hearted" person who gave him the machine for free trial.

"Record, Special Mixed Virus No. 1, enters Phase 2 of the experiment."

Chapter 34: Savatel

After gathering information, the next step is action.

But for Alvin, there is still a problem to be solved.

"I want to go too." Diana stood in front of the two men with a serious expression.

At this time, Alvin and Dominic, who had finished their preliminary investigation, were returning to the orphanage with a few iron ingots bought from the blacksmith shop.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Diana counting the number of people. Children of different ages lined up in a row of varying heights, and then began to count one by one with laughter.

After confirming that everyone was there, Diana asked Betty to take them to the restaurant for dinner. She then walked up to the surprised black-haired boy and stated seriously that she wanted to join tonight's operation.

"The situation in the factory is still unclear, I plan to go alone." Alvin shook his head.

Although Diana's strength had always remained at the forefront of the plot, at this moment she was just an ordinary girl who had not yet been promoted to a Transcendent. Regardless, Ivan had no intention of taking her into the unknown factory.

Although based on the current intelligence, the other party most likely just obtained an illegal machine from underground channels.

As long as we sneak into the factory, smash the machines, and hang the factory owner on the street lamp, we can probably solve the problem temporarily.

This method is very simple and crude, and will cause many subsequent consequences. Workers may even lose their jobs, although they can also continue to survive...

But Alvin still has a lot of things to do right now. He has to find a way to win the championship of the Magic Car Competition, find time to study the extraordinary information of the Ash Knight, and find a way to collect the various rare materials needed to advance to the second level.

Therefore, for the time being, we can only choose this method which only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

But then again, the moment he saw the scene of the downtown area, an idea that he had never thought of before was like a seed, deeply buried in the boy's heart.

As for what kind of flowers will bloom and what kind of fruits will be produced from that seed?

The answer to the question can only be answered by subsequent actual actions.

But then again, it's hard to imagine, in a world where a fifth-order transcendent can easily destroy a city, what kind of existence can truly change this world that has not undergone fundamental changes for thousands of years.

Perhaps, a god?

No matter what, we have to do the current things first.

At least that's what Alvin thinks now.

Then he heard Dominic's voice beside him.

"Yes, Big Sister, those people from the factory protection team are not easy to deal with."

"Those guys used to be tough guys in the downtown area. Even I would have to put in a lot of effort to face them," Dominic advised earnestly.

After hearing his words, Diana did not try to continue persuading the strong boy in front of her. She just took two steps back, took a deep breath, raised her arms and took a fighting stance.

"Uh, big sister, I'm not a child anymore." Dominic touched his head and didn't care too much about it.

In his opinion, it was completely understandable that he couldn't beat the other party when he was a child, but now he has become a strong boy who is not much worse than an adult man. Even the big sister in his childhood is probably not his opponent now.

As for why I was so scared before...

Is that fear? That's respect! It's respect for the fact that, like Mother Teresa, she worked hard to protect and care for herself and other children, allowing them to grow up successfully.

You should know that Diana donated all the prize money she won to the orphanage without spending a penny. Otherwise, how could an old lady like Mother Teresa support so many children?

But Diana obviously didn't think she was no match for Donimico.

Seeing that he was unwilling to take action, the girl with pretty short hair tilted her head expressionlessly.

Then she pulled a pair of black leather fingerless gloves from her pocket.

On the back of the gloves, near the fist bone, there are several sturdy round brass rivets inlaid, which can increase the power of boxing like brass knuckles.

Diana put on her gloves with a snap and stood there for a few seconds before suddenly moving without any symptoms.

Dominic, who was only a few steps away from her, felt his eyes blurred and found that the short-haired girl's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight. Realizing that something was wrong, he was about to raise his hands to protect his vital parts when he felt a whistling sound of wind coming from his ears.

Dominic lowered his head and tried to dodge, but he didn't realize that this was actually a feint.

Before he could react, Diana grabbed his raised hand and pulled it forward. At the same time, the girl spun her body rapidly as if dancing, and her right leg drew a graceful arc in the air like a waving whip.

Immediately afterwards, Dominic was kicked hard on the cheek.