Chapter 100 - The Organization Found Me (1/2)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In this world, paper was very expensive. Normal people couldn’t even afford a notebook even if they went several months without eating and drinking.
The Magic Tower provided lodging and food, and a stipend, however little, could be saved for three to four months in order to buy a notebook.
Roland drew the model for Spell Puppets on a wooden board and explained a few important precautions.
Just as he was about to ask the mages what they didn’t understand, the world turned black and white and time stopped.
The gaming time was up.
Roland climbed out of the immersive cabin, and after he stretched his body, he immediately felt completely refreshed.
Since Roland went to bed at ten in the evening every day and woke up at six in the morning every day and changed his awful habit of sleeping late at night, he naturally felt more and more energized.
He habitually went on the forums to see what new things idiotic players were talking about, and he found quite an interesting thread.
Can’t Make Gla.s.s, and Can’t Make Gunpowder.
The general idea of the thread was about a certain player who, inspired by a certain online novel, took note of the sky-high price of gla.s.s in the game and the immense lethality of gunpowder, which could be used as a supporting method.
If one could get their hands on these two things, the problem of money and firepower could both be solved.
However, to his surprise, the recipe for these two things in this world was not the same as in reality.
The silica sand dug out of river channels didn’t turn into gla.s.s—when it was burned it would turn into a black mushy paste, and when it cooled down, it would turn into a kind of strange rock.
The recipe for gunpowder wasn’t the one part sulfur, one part charcoal, and three parts saltpeter that people were familiar with. Instead, the thing formed from these ingredients was a bunch of waste products.
In addition, many of the rules of physics, or common phenomena of nature, have been slightly altered.
Such changes were hard for the average person to discover, but they could have a huge impact on many things. For example, some chemical formulas in the real world could no longer be used here.
In short, anyone hoping to climb the tree of technology in this world might be disappointed.
Logically, it was supposed to work, as long as one could thoroughly understand the physical and chemical laws of this world, but… How many of the gamers were real researchers?
Those who had the ability to research were in their own inst.i.tutes conducting research every second; they couldn’t possibly find the time to play games.
Below, there were many players’ replies.
“It’s unreasonable that an NPC can create gla.s.s and we can’t.”
“I clearly saw dwarf firearms.”
“It might be that magical elements are interfering with some basic laws of physics. After all, this is a world of magic.”
After reading the posts on the forum, Roland was about to go to the saber arts club for breakfast when he found out that one of the whitelist members of the forums sent him a message.
Roland turned off the function of adding friends and private messages because too many people wanted to add him as a friend and @ him too often. Only someone on the whitelist could send him a message.
Once he clicked it open, he saw that it was the mighty deputy director at the data center.
This person’s current online alias was O’Neal.
“Roland, I’ve already read the data you sent me. Yesterday, through four hours of repeated derivation, I confirmed that there’s nothing wrong with your data.”
“If there’s nothing wrong, then why do I feel like a node is missing?” Roland felt somewhat perplexed.
“I also can’t find out the specific cause. However, I have a vague idea.”
“Please do tell.”
“Do you think it’s possible… the magic model of Language Proficiency itself is lacking one node? I’m not talented at magic in the game, so it’s hard for me to feel what a complete magic model is like.”
Pa!