Chapter 565: The Final Preparation (1/2)

Chapter 565: The Final Preparation

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_

”Haha…We are on the same team now. Many people back home want me to fail, so please don't disappoint me.” Syracuse said hopefully. Wang Tong nodded and then saw the GN weapon specialist Syracuse was talking about. The specialist was of the same age as Wang Tong, but that was not where their similarity ended, as their names also struck a resemblance: his name was Wang Tung.

Wang Tung was wearing a stained lab coat; dark circles haunted around his eyes, and below his eyes was a full set of unruly beard. He went straight to the point as soon as he started talking to Wang Tong.

”In my humble opinion, I could comprehend the theory in my mind, but unable to describe it in any meaningful sentences. It's rather easy to understand, you see? Allow me to explain it to you. The amplification coefficient of the crystal was in linear correlation with that of the humans' GN force. This correlation allowed the two to establish a certain kind of synchronization, which will, in turn, construct a force matrix. This force matrix was not very hard to reproduce on an individual basis, but it was nearly impossible to…”

”To mass produce. Yea, yea, I know all of that.” Wang Tong cut Wang Tung short.

”You have heard of the force matrix?” Wang Tung asked incredulously. He had never thought that anyone other than himself would have such a firm grasp on the secret weapon of the Kaedeians.

”Yes. You must have heard of those special crystals. They work on the same principle. Loading mastery spells into the energy crystal was the same process as that of loading GN force. They also face the exact same problem: mass production.”

”Hold on a second. How could you load a spell?” Wang Tung asked attentively.

”First of all, I am a mastery caster. Secondly, I have an ability called the Soul Scan.”

Wang Tung paused again while he chewed on the answer. The quietness inside the room unnerved Syracuse, who was standing outside and having a cup of coffee. He trusted the skill of Wang Tung as a weapon expert, but he was less sure about his temperament. 'May the Gods be good to him and refrain him from starting an argument with Wang Tong.' Syracuse still wanted him alive before he had solved the technical difficulties for him.

Worried and curious, Syracuse cracked open the door and peeked through a slit. He needed to be very careful as Wang Tong was his most valued client right now.

There were no arguments or fights; instead, he saw a crystal gun laid on the ground, while Wang Tong was conducting a soul scan on it. Syracuse watched as Wang Tong channeled out his soul energy and pointed the finger at the forehead of Wang Tung, connecting their sea of consciousness. This way, Wang Tung was able to see exactly what Wang Tong was viewing underneath the surface of the crystal gun.

As Wang Tong started the soul scan. Wang Tung was lost in the intricate patterns of energy inside the crystal gun, while he had completely forgotten about the Wang Tong's incredible control over his power.

After a while, Wang Tung drew a large gulp of air and pulled his mind back into reality. He shot Wang Tong an admiring glance and then said, ”I got it!”

Wang Tong grimaced. ”I understand what the problem is just like you did, but I have no idea how to fix it.”

”I have brought my lab with me. I won't leave Maersa until I figure out a satisfactory solution for you!”

Wang Tung's determination reminded Wang Tong of his soldiers before they walked into a battle of life and death. Wang Tong had given him a problem, and now it was his turn to find the answer.

Without sparing any more words to his host, Wang Tung turned around and started to unpack his lab equipment. All the while, he murmured to himself as if Wang Tong was not there.

Wang Tong backed out of the room quietly, but as soon as he went through the threshold, he was stopped by Syracuse.

”How did it go?”

”Good! I need this man.”

”No way! He works for my family; he can't stay here. My father is going to kill me if he finds out.” Wang Tong didn't speak; instead, he stared at Syracuse with a searing glare until the latter's hair stood on their ends.