Chapter 113: Afnora’s Resentment

The dwarf stone palace quieted down. A group of dwarves looked at the metal creations scattered across the Great Hall, astonished.

With their experience, they could instantly tell that these familiar yet unfamiliar metal creations definitely didn’t come from the Dark Pit of Khazad-dûm.

The Dwarf King Kauth looked even more uncertain as he stepped down from the Warrior Tomb Throne.

He picked up a double-barreled flintlock fallen on the steps and examined it carefully.

This flintlock was exquisitely crafted, showing no signs of hammering. Each metal part was cast as a whole, appearing very precise.

The Dwarf King casually disassembled the barrel. Upon closer examination, his pupils contracted, and he looked shocked.

Outsiders look for excitement, insiders look for skill.

The most difficult part of making a flintlock is the barrel!

Replicas from outside are mostly made of cast iron.

Such cast barrels are utterly fragile.

Not only can they not ensure the barrel’s hardness and elasticity, but the uneven distribution of molten iron during the casting process also causes uneven stress on the barrel, making it very likely to explode.

After diligent exploration, the dwarves invented an external hammering method.

That is, inserting a core rod into the cast steel pipe and rolling the steel pipe simultaneously with two rollers to achieve an iron forging effect, thus producing a durable seamless barrel.

This is the dwarves’ core secret, never to be leaked!

But this steel pipe has already demonstrated a forging skill comparable to, no, even surpassing the dwarves’ forged steel pipes.

The Dwarf King could no longer control his emotions and stared sharply at Beast God Bruman: “Where did these come from?”

“Where did they come from?” Bruman sneered, “You’re asking me? I should be asking you! What a great business you’re running, trading on both ends, benefiting on both sides. I think you’ve all been too complacent for too long and have forgotten your identity!”

The Dwarf King was furious: “Do you suspect these flintlocks came from Khazad-dûm?”

The Beast God asked back: “Aren’t they?”

Crash!

In the stone palace, countless dwarves became excited.

The Dwarf King raised his hand to quell his fellow clansmens’ fury. He glared with bloodshot eyes, grinding his voice through gritted teeth: “Tell me, where did these come from?”

Beast God Bruman frowned. No matter how slow he was, he sensed something: “What, wasn’t it you who sold them?”

“You’re insulting the great dwarves!”

Before the Dwarf King could finish speaking, the dwarves in the stone palace could no longer control their emotions and grew furious.

“Are you blind? We dwarves have always used dark blue steel for our flintlocks!”

“This isn’t our dwarven forging technique at all!”

“We dwarves wouldn’t craft such strange-looking flintlocks!”

The dwarves’ reaction left the Beast God uncertain.

“Impossible! Who else but you in the multiverse could forge such excellent flintlocks?”

“I don’t know, but this is definitely not forged by us. Tell me, where did you get these weapons?”

The Dwarf King inquired for the third time, his tone growing more urgent each time.

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“Were these truly produced by the Dragon Factory?”

In the Dofi Sub-Dimension, within the Doffie Temple, Afnora looked curiously at Yu Sheng’an.

“That’s right. Haven’t you been to the Dragon Factory?”

Yu Sheng’an nodded. In front of him floated virtual screens monitoring countless players’ actions.

“Are the things in the Dragon Factory products of your Azure Star homeland?”

Of course, Afnora wouldn’t admit that she couldn’t understand the Dragon Factory’s assembly lines, nor could she distinguish whether those strange metal parts were for making bicycles or flintlocks.

“No!”

Yu Sheng’an withdrew his gaze and thought for a moment: “Those all come from a main dimension not yet discovered by the Gods.”

“Oh!”

Afnora nodded, then suddenly reacted, her bright eyes widening as she looked at Yu Sheng’an:

“What did you say? A main dimension? An undiscovered main dimension?”

“Yes, that’s right. That main dimension is occupied by four deities. They call themselves the Four Primordial Gods, namely the God of Machinery and Steam, the Goddess of Night, the God of Space, and the Lord of Storms. Have you heard of these deities?” Yu Sheng’an said calmly.

“Not…You just casually told me about a main dimension?” Afnora looked incredulous.

Is the focus the Four Primordial Gods?

Shouldn’t it be this undiscovered main dimension?

Telling me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll spill the beans?

“We’re allies, aren’t we?” Yu Sheng’an smiled at Afnora: “Or do you have other dimensions you haven’t told me about?”

“No!” Afnora took a breath and added: “However, I’ve secretly spread some faith in small dimensions, though the numbers are few, just better than nothing.”

Yu Sheng’an nodded. This was typical for Deities.

“What’s the name of that main dimension?”

“Velia.” Yu Sheng’an was reluctant to elaborate.

“Can you take me to see it?” Afnora asked.

“No!” Yu Sheng’an refused decisively.

“…” Afnora was stupefied.

“I am still conquering that dimension. Until I have a firm foothold, I don’t want anyone to know about it. I hope you understand.”

Yu Sheng’an explained.

Telling an ally about Velia was out of alliance duty; refusing to reveal its coordinates was for personal interest.

These two aren’t contradictory.

“I understand.”

Afnora nodded, though she still felt somewhat disappointed and uncomfortable deep down.

Yu Sheng’an, in the end, was still wary of her!

But he was candid.

From this perspective, this was actually worth celebrating. At least it was a thousand times better than hiding the truth.

“Do you know the medium to small dimensions occupied by orcs?”

“I know some. Why?”

“I heard these dimensions still have native resistance forces?”

“Do you intend to…spread the Internet?”

“That’s right.”

“This won’t be easy. These resistance forces exist largely because they’re backed by Deities.”

“They’re just medium to small dimensions. Deities can’t intervene directly; their options are limited. Nothing can match the support the Internet provides.”

It wasn’t Yu Sheng’an boasting; simply real-time communication surpassed countless material resources.

Besides, he wasn’t developing faith, just spreading Internet Divine Magic.

This would minimize conflicts with the Gods.

“Very well, trying to spread it is better than doing nothing.”

Afnora nodded, giving the coordinates she knew to Yu Sheng’an. Then she added:

“Can you relocate part of your Dragon Factory to Vis Els? You know, most of my people are quite idle.”

“No!”

“Why? I’ve seen the Dragon Factory production lines. Most are metal creations; only the core is magical tools. With your power, you could easily replicate many lines!”

Afnora’s delicate brows furrowed, her watery eyes reflecting three parts anger.

Not revealing Velia’s coordinates was understandable!

But not even willing to share part of the Dragon Factory, what does this mean?

Wanting to keep everything to oneself?

Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng’an’s subsequent explanation left her skeptical.