Chapter 326

[Appearance: A human right foot sculpture with smooth muscles and clear joints, looking like marble.]

[Ability: Holy aura, robust flesh]

[Cost: The body will become as heavy as marble, slightly reducing movement speed]

[File: Special anomalous item created by Leon Lane, inheritor of secret arts from the Clearing Bureau, using fragments of the White Rock Holy Spirit’s right foot toes. It makes the user’s right foot as aesthetically muscular as a temple god statue, and incidentally slightly increases movement speed.]

[Evaluation: The least valuable holy creation in history, no exceptions.]

[Taint Value: 0.1 (Max Taint Value 49)]

“…”

The effect is a slight increase in movement speed, but the cost is a slight decrease? I speed up which equals I slow down? After touching the marble right foot floating in the pot, despite having mentally prepared for creating useless anomalies, Leon couldn’t help but fall silent.

This situation… feels somewhat familiar…

After touching the cufflink in his pocket, he took out the [Keen Egg] he made in front of Honorable Taurus. Looking at the evaluation “the least valuable demon artifact in history,” Leon’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch violently.

Or maybe I should just give up, I seem to have no talent in this area…

…

Is it done already? Watching Leon stop stirring the greenish “soup” in the pot, the Third-Generation Bureau Director waiting beside quickly grabbed the ladle, fished out the marble right foot from the pot, and then sharply inhaled.

“You… this is what you made with saint-level materials?”

Upon hearing this, Leon couldn’t help but blush, nodding rather shamefully…

“Hmm…”

“No! No way! This is impossible!”

Holding the white marble right foot and trying to activate it several times after channeling and withdrawing his strength, the Third-Generation Bureau Director said dumbfoundedly: “This can’t be right! At least it’s saint-level material… how could it possibly be…

Sss… Hey! Aren’t you the one who can figure out an anomaly’s function just by touching it? What was your result after touching it yourself? What exactly is this thing’s ability?”

“This thing can slightly accelerate someone, but because it makes the body heavier, it also slows them down a bit…”

“And then?”

“And then… uh… it can make someone’s right foot look a little prettier.”

“I figured all that out just by looking! Then what? What’s its core ability?”

“Uh… that’s it.”

“…”

“This is impossible!!!”

After trying the [Muscular Foot] several times and confirming the situation was exactly as Leon described—this thing only made the right foot look perfectly divine without any other abilities—the Third-Generation Bureau Director couldn’t help but squat by the pot and began painfully tearing his hair.

Damn it! This is saint-level material! Saint-level! Even if you threw the material into the pot and did nothing else, there’s no way you could end up with something like this! How the hell did you manage this? “Come on! Make another one so I can see!”

After thinking for a long time and still not understanding how Leon managed it, the square-headed old man, with bloodshot eyes, suddenly stood up, rummaged through the pile of materials, found two things, threw them into the big iron pot, and ordered through gritted teeth:

“Hurry up! Let me see how you do it!”

…

[Name: Demon Lexicon (Fallen, Record)]

[Appearance: A parchment with fresh red, sinister patterns, faintly emitting the smell of sulfur. If you place your hand on it, you might occasionally hear the angry roar of a great demon.]

[Ability: Demon Name, Name Recording]

[Cost: There’s a possibility of being startled by a sudden roar]

[After writing your name on it, the soul of the great demon sealed within will awaken, personally translating the user’s name into corresponding demonic script, giving the user a fashionable demon-style name.]

[Evaluation: This anomalous item successfully defeated Leon Lane’s first work, the [Keen Egg], becoming the least valuable demon artifact in history, with no exceptions.]

[Taint Value: 0.1 (Max Taint Value 42)]

“…”

With his right hand trembling, he wrote his name down, and upon seeing that the demon parchment showed no changes other than translating the name into demonic script, the Third-Generation Bureau Director of the Clearing Bureau felt dizzy. He turned around, glaring furiously at Leon and asked crazily: “Where’s the redstone? Where’s the redstone?”

“I clearly threw in two materials! Why is there only the demon’s skin? What happened to the redstone powder?”

“Uh… The redstone powder you threw in should be on the back of this thing.”

Taking the [Demon Lexicon] from the trembling hands of the square-headed old man, flipping it over, and pointing at the fresh red, sinister patterns, Leon said somewhat awkwardly: “Here, these reddened places are probably the redstone powder.”

“…”

Dyed… dyed places?

Not a single mistake in content on 69 Book Bar!

Buried deep in the Hell Lotus Prison, where the most you can mine from a mountain is twenty kilograms of hell redstone crystals, and in your hands, it’s just used for dyeing?!?!

“Maybe… we should stop here today?”

Looking at the Third-Generation Bureau Director standing there motionless like a statue, holding the [Demon Lexicon] with both hands, unmoving for a long time, even stopping breathing, Leon couldn’t bear to continue tormenting this unfortunate old man and couldn’t help but suggest:

“Third Generation Honorable, I’ve indeed only been studying the secret art of forging for a short time, barely entering the door. Using the materials you gave me now is really wasteful. Maybe…”

“No! This isn’t about whether it’s wasted or not, nor about whether you’ve entered the door or not! It’s garbage! Incredible garbage!”

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the Third-Generation Bureau Director raised his head stiffly, staring at Leon like a monster, almost enunciating each word: “With the materials I gave you, even a pig standing in your position, dipping its pig hoof into the pot and stirring twice, wouldn’t create such garbage!

Damn it! Did the current Taurus really teach you? Are you fooling me?”

“No, no, Miss Taurus really taught me… Oh yeah!”

Recalling the learning scene at the time, Leon opened his mouth with a somewhat strange expression:

“At the time, she also showed me a segment of past history, about the predecessors of the Clearing Bureau learning Taurus’ secret arts. My forging secret art was learned from the people in there.”

Learning from the past people? Does this mean the current Taurus didn’t teach him, but directly showed him the memory projection of a past Taurus? Hearing this, the Third-Generation Bureau Director frowned in confusion, then asked with obvious disgust:

“Whose memory of which Taurus director did you watch? Who taught you this crap forging secret art? The sixth-generation Taurus with the worst level?”

“Uh… no, I watched the memory of the third-generation Taurus director.”

The third generation’s memory?

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the square-headed old man instinctively frowned.

The third-generation Taurus’ skill was decent. Though not comparable to himself, among all the Tauruses, they were still considered above average. There was no way they could teach something like this. Remembering when he learned secret arts with him, he always stood behind him and followed his lead. Although he couldn’t match him, he had learned about eight or nine tenths of his skills…

Wait, following him?!!

“…”

“…”

“…”

Looking at Leon, whose eyes avoided meeting his and who couldn’t bring himself to look straight at him, the square-headed old man woke up as if from a dream. He raised his hand, shakily pointed at his nose, and asked with trembling lips: “Me?”

“Yeah.”

(End of Chapter)