The night was as dark as ink.

Imperial Capital, Central Military Department.

The solemn and dignified group of buildings stood in the night like a crouching steel behemoth, silent and majestic.

Several military off-road vehicles silently glided into the underground base, and the heavy alloy gates slowly closed behind them.

Guarded by several fierce-looking military soldiers, Ou Yezi walked through a series of heavily guarded metal corridors.

Eventually, he was brought to the door of an office.

The office door slowly pushed open.

Zhao Qingcang stood up, walked around the desk, and a polite smile appeared on his face.

"Master Ou Yezi, you've had a hard journey coming from afar."

On Ou Yezi's face, which was stained with a bit of furnace ash, appeared a calm smile that belied his age.

Zhou Huai's consciousness had already transferred into this body.

"Marshal, I said it before, he is just a Avatar of mine."

"We don't need to be so polite with each other."

Zhou Huai's voice sounded, carrying a hint of familiar ease.

"Let's just get straight to business."

The smile on Zhao Qingcang's face froze slightly.

He coughed awkwardly.

Just now, being caught up in his surprise at Ou Yezi's youth, he had completely forgotten that the other party was merely a Avatar.

A thought uncontrollably emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This kid's ability could simply be called a miracle.

Every Avatar had completely different classes and appearances.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to tell them, who could connect the young Divine Artisan before him with the Forbidden Spell Mage who could shatter heaven and earth with a wave of his hand?

Who could have thought that the same person was controlling them from behind the scenes?

Thinking of this, a sense of relief actually rose in Zhao Qingcang's heart.

Fortunately, such a heaven-defying figure was a citizen of the Great Xia Nation.

Otherwise, his degree of danger would probably be far above that SSS-rank person in the Freedom Federation.

Zhou Huai did not notice the stormy waves in Zhao Qingcang's heart.

His consciousness was completely immersed within Ou Yezi's shell at this moment.

He controlled Ou Yezi to walk up to Gandalf, reached out, and picked up the 【token of the faceless】.

When his fingertips touched the badge, an icy sensation instantly came over him.

Countless subtle energy lines flowed under his fingers like living creatures.

In Ou Yezi's sensory world, this badge was no longer a simple inanimate object.

Its internal structure, its energy circuit, and the soul brand contained in every inch of its metal were magnified infinitely at this moment, clearly presented in his mind.

It was like an extremely precise and complex three-dimensional blueprint.

He closed his eyes, his fingertips slowly rubbing against the smooth blank mask.

The direction of each rune, the ratio of each material, the traces of each forging technique...

Countless information poured into his mind like a torrent.

It was like a pre-set electronic list, quietly arranged, waiting for him to read.

Soon Zhou Huai opened his eyes.

There was a hint of understanding in his eyes.

"Marshal Zhao, please give me paper and a pen."

Zhao Qingcang was slightly stunned, but he reacted immediately and quickly fetched brand-new paper and a pen from the desk beside him.

Zhou Huai took the paper and pen and walked over to the large desk.

The nib glided across the paper, making a rustling sound.

Ancient and unfamiliar material names flowed from under the pen, the handwriting vigorous and carrying an unquestionable power.

"the void dust, three qian."

"Star meteorite iron essence, one liang."

"Dragon soul tear, one drop."

"Sands of Time, half qian."

"..."

His writing speed was extremely fast, with almost no pause or thought.

It was as if that forging blueprint, which had been lost for thousands of years, was branded deep within his soul.

Zhao Qingcang stood aside, watching the white paper get filled up rapidly.

Many of the materials on it were things they had never even heard of.

In just a few minutes, the A4-sized piece of white paper was densely written with the names of dozens of materials and their required precise proportions.

Finishing the last word, Zhou Huai gently put down the fountain pen in his hand.

He picked up the list filled with materials and handed it to Zhao Qingcang.

"Please have someone prepare these materials right now, Marshal Zhao."

"We will start forging directly."

Zhao Qingcang took the list and his gaze swept across it rapidly.

Even with his knowledge and experience, seeing the rare materials listed on it, he couldn't help but gasp.

This tiny badge actually required so many heavenly and earthly treasuress.

He raised his head, his deep tiger-like eyes carrying a trace of disbelief.

"Start work right now?"

"Your Avatar… doesn't need to rest for a bit?"

Hearing this, Zhou Huai showed a faint smile on his face.

He shook his head, his tone relaxed.

"No need."

"My Avatar is an iron workhorse, so it doesn't need to rest at all."

Thus.

Zhao Qingcang quickly sent people to escort Ou Yezi to the best forging room in the Central Military Department.

Compared to the slightly shabby Blacksmiths' Guild of Donghai City.

The military's facilities were undoubtedly several tiers more high-end.

The area here was extremely vast with open space, and the ventilation System adopted top-tier rune technology.

Even if dozens of forging furnaces were turned on at the same time, not a trace of choking smoke and fire could be smelled.

Although it was already late at night, the forging rooms of the military were still brightly lit.

The clanging hammering sounds were endless, like an unceasing battlefield symphony.

Forging work had always disregarded day and night.

Sometimes, for a high-quality piece of equipment, blacksmiths would forget to sleep and eat, fighting continuously for days and nights, which was a common occurrence.

The general in charge of leading the way brought Ou Yezi straight toward the deepest part of the forging area.

There was a three-star forging room specially prepared for forging Grandmasters.

There were three best forging rooms in total.

Right now, two of them had their lights on, and muffled hammering sounds came from the cracks of the doors from time to time. Obviously, two Masters were already using them.

The general pointed at the last vacant forging room, a respectful smile on his face.

"Master Ou Yezi, this room is currently the best one. Are you satisfied with it?"

Ou Yezi nodded, before he could speak.

A discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wait."

Several young blacksmiths wearing special fireproof suits walked over quickly. The one in the lead frowned and blocked their way.

"This forging room belongs to our Shifu."

The general was stunned for a moment, then explained politely: "This is a Master personally arranged by Marshal Zhao who needs to use this forging room."

Hearing this, the leading disciple curved the corner of his mouth into an arrogant arc.

"Even if it's the Marshal's order, you still have to talk about first-come, first-served, right?"

He looked Ou Yezi up and down, and seeing that he was very young and still had furnace ash on his face, the contempt in his eyes grew even thicker.

"It's not that our Shifu isn't going to use it; he just went to the material repository to pick some things and will be right back."

"You'd better let this little brother use another forging room."