Chapter 245: Game Pool

During the exchange between Bai Liu and Tang Erda, General Hua took out a measuring tape and carefully pulled it from the tip of the toe of Mu Sicheng's left paw to the tip of the toe of the other paw, and measured it at the two shoulder crest points.

"The arms are two metres seventeen long, the toes are nine centimetres long, the shoulders are forty-six centimetres wide and the upper limbs are about seventy-seven centimetres long."

As his apprentice took notes, he finally pressed down on Mu Sicheng's scapular bulge and turned his head to say, "- the upper limbs and height could be longer, making it eighty-five centimetres."

Mu Sicheng moves uncomfortably.

The apprentice looked at Mu Sicheng with some incredulity, slightly envious and jealous and muttered a note: "The hand is so long still long, what a monkey ......"

Mu Sicheng gave the apprentice a fierce look of hatred: "I'll grow! I'm still young, I can grow all over my body! Even my breasts can grow again!"

Apprentice: "......= =......"

General Hua interrupted Mu Sicheng's provocation of his apprentice: "He's complimenting you, it's good to have long hands."

Mu Sicheng looks over in disbelief.

General Hua explained, "Looking at your figure, you must have played a lot of sports, right? In most sports, such as basketball, volleyball, and even table tennis, where there is relatively little full-body movement, is it generally true that the longer the hands, the more desirable the athlete?"

"You've been pretty dominant in sports since you were a kid, haven't you?" Wagan would sweep his arm.

Mu Sicheng nodded hesitantly.

"Longer hands mean you have a wider range of attack and defence than anyone else, I've seen the footage Charles has sent me of you playing, your nerve reflexes are pretty quick, your dynamic vision is one of the best I've ever seen, and ninety percent of raids that come within your attack and defence range are broken."

General Hua Gan put away the measuring tape and lifted his eyes, "Do you know what this means?"

Mu Sicheng was still pondering, and Hua did not expect an answer from this guy, so he turned around, put the tape measure away, and continued: "Your team does not have a player with skills that can be used as a [shield]."

"Your high movement speed and sneak attack skills make you more of a [roam] or [attack], but the arm length widens your defensive range, which means you're a pretty good [shield] at arm's length range."

Hua Gan will sidle up to Mu Sicheng and look at him: "You make up for your team's defensive deficiencies, while also acting as a [rover] and sub attacker."

"Having this three-sided status allows tacticians to use you as a contraction point and extension branch of the play, greatly flexing the attack and reducing the risk of the attack."

Saying this, Hua Gan will try a piece of armour iron on Mu Sicheng's body and then hand it to him as naturally as if he were instructing Mu Sicheng to wash his hands, saying, "Then hold this piece of iron and put your hand into the lava."

Mu Sicheng, who was getting a bit carried away by the touting: "Oh, okay ...... what?! Why are you reaching in!?"

General Hua Gan gave him a strange look, "Your weapon is a monkey's claw, of course you have to put your hand in it to quench it."

Mu Sicheng glanced at the gurgling, fiery lava into which the apprentice was putting a glittering diamond, which, in less than a second, had melted to nothing more than a wisp of smoke.

"Has Master's lava temperature risen again?" The apprentice slapped his forehead in distress, "Diamonds with a melting point of four thousand degrees can only be melted to make a base, the cost of transformation has gone up again ......"

Mu Sicheng: "......"

This nigga would reach in and his two metre arms would be melted down to one metre in an instant!

Mu Sicheng fought to the death, so Hua Ganzhong dryly - turned to Bai Liu: "Hey, your team members are not cooperating with the transformation."

Bai Liu, who was talking to Tang Erda, poked a head out of the side: "What's wrong?"

General Hua pointed to Mu Sicheng who had his hands dead behind his back: "I just told him to put his hands in the lava, but he wouldn't do it for any reason."

"What do you mean just ah!!!" Mu Sicheng's eyes rounded as he broke into a curse, "Try it yourself, damn it!"

Bai Liu raised his chin to Tang Erda: "Go and help him."

Mu Sicheng, who saw Tang Erda approaching her, couldn't help but cover her chest and scream in horror, "Hey...! What are you doing? Don't come any closer!!! Ah ----!!!"

Mu Sicheng, who was forced by Tang Erda to put her hands in the lava by the back of her neck, froze: "Eh, it doesn't hurt."

The magma wavered warmly on his monkey paws, the metal in his claws melting like butter on an iron plate before slipping through his fingers and swimming slowly around the edge of his toe plating again.

Not only is it not too hot, it's a little bit comfortable.

Now Mu Sicheng is on his feet again, arrogantly dousing his arm with lava, glancing at Tang Erda behind him and kicking him away: "Get out of here, you need to help me, I'll do it myself ......"

Before the words were out of his mouth, Mu Sicheng's action of pouring the lava sent splashes of foam onto Mu Sicheng's trouser leg outside the boiler, burning a large hole in it in the blink of an eye, the flames burning upwards along the edge of the hole and making Mu Sicheng jump.

It was Liu Jiayi who was quick enough to put out the flames with a fire extinguisher.

She couldn't help but look at the large hole in her trousers that burned to just under twenty centimeters three inches below Mu Sicheng's navel with the pitying look of a fool: "This is lava, except when it comes to quenching your skill weapons it's a bit special, but that temperature burns you and your trousers or rich."

Mu Sicheng had his head down and a blanket over his legs (because Bai Liu thought it was indecent to show his thighs in the presence of a little girl and had Mu Sicheng cover himself up with a hole in his trousers).

He sat by the boiler with his head hanging like a bullying bride, not daring to do anything, and tearfully washing his hands in lava.

The transformation of Liu Jiayi and Muke was much clearer than Mu Sicheng's frenzied transformation process.

"I assume the [control] bit, but I would like to expand my control." Liu Jiayi removes his glass vial of poison and antidote and is succinct, "The fragile glass container limits my play, I need a shorter interval and more volatile drug container, preferably with some offensive properties attached."

General Hua Gan pondered for only a moment, "There is a container that meets your requirements, but I don't know if it will fuse smoothly with your pill bottle."

Liu Jiayi tilts his head: "What container?"

"Wait, I'll find it and show you ......" Hua Gan would bury his upper body in a pile of what looked like junk and rummage around, scratching his butt every now and then, "... ...I remember it being in here, eh!"

Liu Jiayi caught the two rusty cans and looked down at them, but the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "- a mace bottle?"

General Hua Gan patted the ash on his hand, "Didn't say I'd use this for you, just giving you a reference first, it's this spray paint-like bottle that can be used to store atomised your poisons and antidotes and maximise the healing effect and also extend the range of use."

"With a spray bottle, you can even use your skills as if you had no skill cooldown period, as long as you calculate the dosage of poison or antidote properly."

Liu Jiayi weighed the bottle of pepper spray in his hand and tossed it back to General Hua: "If I use this, what is the maximum control range?"

General Hua took the spray bottle, "I can modify the nozzle to a range of thirty metres, but at that distance, the effect of your drug will be very low, it will be dispersed almost to the point where it can only act as a deterrent."

Liu Jiayi nodded understandingly; this was the case with spray-type containers, which became less effective the further away they attacked.

Hua Gan would put on his welding helmet, pull out a welding torch and point it at the spray bottle, giving Liu Jiayi an inquiring look, "If you are sure about this container, I can make you several control gear nozzles with different potencies, such as a fifteen-metre nozzle for the strongest drug concentration, then twenty-five metres and thirty metres for the weakest."

"It is also possible to make spray nozzles with different degrees of concentration, right?" Liu Jiayi asks. Liu Jiayi asks, "like a needle shape with a very high degree of concentration and a shower shape with a wider diffusion."

General Hua Gan nodded sharply, "A small thing."

Liu Jiayi simply said, "Then this is it!"

The apprentice put Huagan's modified spray bottle and Liu Jiayi's skillful container glass bottle into a funnel and submerged it into the lava.

Mu Sicheng, still washing his hands with lava, peers in curiosity as he sees Liu Jiayi's glass bottle slowly melting into liquid in the funnel and then climbing, bit by bit, onto the spray paint bottle at the other end.

Wagan will toss up a pair of black daggers and drop to hook them with his index finger, looking sideways at Xiang Muke: "This is not your skill weapon, there is no desire connection between you and this pair of daggers."

"Yes, it was handed over to me by someone else." Muke replied honestly to General Wagan's words.

"Light, airy, fast and sharp." General Hua Gan ran his thumb across the blade of the dagger, sticking his tongue out unimpressed after seeing blood and smacking it for a moment, "This is a pair of top assassin's daggers, their only weakness is that they are difficult to wound."

"This is a soft-hearted and cowardly fellow." Wagan would lift his eyes and scan Muke, "- quite different from you."

"Your aggression, though not outwardly apparent, is strong, and the dagger you desire to spawn is bound to be ruthless and venomous, seemingly harmless but bound to hurt, not unlike this dagger whose blade is not even open."

Muke smiled amiably and echoed General Waqan's words, "Is that so?"

General Hua Gan swept him along, "This is not your original weapon, so the alteration process is much more troublesome, but I can handle all of that, but the most troublesome point here is that I am not sure if you will still be able to establish a soul connection with these daggers after the alteration."

"It's not a derivative of your desire, and I don't know if it will continue to hold your desire after its transformation."

Muke asks, "What happens if it doesn't fit?"

"You will burst along with the dagger." General Waagan flexed his fingers and tapped on the dagger, "The best way to transform it is to keep it untouched, you are safe the dagger is safe."

"Is it safe ......" Muke lowered his long, slender eyelashes; he was a fine looking man with red lips and white teeth, and when he dropped his eyes like this he gave off a sense of precious fragility, as if he were some valuable and fragile object that could only be used for decoration.

"If it was before, I probably would have taken the safer option." Muke seemed to think it over as he looked up with a light smile, his eyes piercing through the Huagan general in front of him and scattering lazily to Bai Liu, who was leaning against the wall.

Bai Liu watches Muke calmly, as if he already knows what choice he will make.

Muke focused his gaze on General Hua's face, "Is there any way to pull this dagger up to its maximum attack power in a single moment, the kind that can kill an opponent in one blow?"

"I'm going to be the best assassin I can be, and the moment I wander into the enemy's camp, I'm going to take their tactician."

General Hua Gan replied, "Yes."

But he added: "It's true that assassins are the best skill for [roaming], but the destiny of an assassin is sacrifice, and to say something as arrogant as taking away your opponent's tactician in one hit, are you ready to sacrifice yourself then?"

Muke didn't hesitate: "It's done."

Huagan would stare steadily at Muke for a moment before gathering his gaze and looking at the pair of daggers on the table, inhaling deeply before saying, "You are not suited to a short weapon with too little blood on it as a dagger."

"You're suited to a long weapon like the katana that sacrifices itself to the Lord."

Muke didn't see anything wrong with General Waagan's "martyrdom" statement, and he bowed politely to thank him: "Thank you, Mr Waagan."

Mu Sicheng was still washing his hands in the lava when he saw the apprentice come over with another funnel containing two daggers and a long bloodstained knife, hang it over the boiler and walk towards Bai Liu and Tang Erda.

The apprentice gave them a timid look, "Here, it's your turn."

Bai Liu and Tang Erda looked at each other and walked over, Tang Erda drew her gun, laid it flat on the table and pushed it over.

General Wagan observed the weapon for a long time before removing the magnifying glass hanging next to his eyes and gazing at the Tang Erda: "Your weapon does not need to be modified."

He wiped the gun clean and put it back in Tang Erda's hand, "Your weapon is what suits you best, your desire has remained the same, the same desire that brought you into the game in the first place, this weapon may be the only one that needs fine-tuning-"

General Wagan nodded at the rose brand on the hilt: "- that's the rose brand, it's time for you to get a new brand for your weapon."

"It's like giving your soul a new place to belong to." General Hua Gan said, giving Tang Erda a deep look.

Tang Erda was stunned, and he couldn't help but grip the gun in his hand, the brand of the rose on the handle pressing into his palm, cold and familiar, a mark that had followed him for countless world lines -

--It's like Su Yang's gentle smile waiting for him, and the captain's cry.

But the captain is now Su Yang, and he no longer has to wait for the irresponsible, evasive captain.

Tang Erda looked down at the gun for a long time, examining it before finally giving a low laugh and saying with relief, "Change it."

The apprentice took another funnel and put the gun and one of Bai Liu's gloves in it, submerging the lava and hanging it next to the boiler.

Mu Sicheng wondered, "Wasn't Bai Liu's weapon modification already completed? Why did you bring it back?"

The apprentice didn't even look back: "It's not to modify Mr Bai Liu's weapon, it's to use Mr Bai Liu's weapon to change the branding on Mr Tang Erda's gun."

"You're all that's left at the end." With a sweep of the bone whip Bai Liu had put up, Hua Gan would raise an eyebrow, "Don't you understand the rules of a reformer? Weapon modifications don't do bone whips."

Bai Liu, who was hearing this for the first time, asked with amusement, "Why?"

Hua Gan will push Bai Liu's bone whip back, "Because in this game at the moment, the perfect weapon form is the bone whip."

"Any reformer who has seen Spades use a bone whip once has never been able to come up with an attack weapon more dripping with power than this." General Wagan paused as if recalling something, then added, "And I've seen it quite a few times."

"I thought to myself that I could not change a better form of weapon than the bone whip, so I made a rule that I would not change the bone whip."

General Hua Gan waved his hand impatiently, "Get your perfect weapon out of my sight!"

Bai Liu takes the bone whip in good faith.

The renovation progresses to the end.

Liu Jiayi has bothered the reformer to mark her contact lenses (Hearts gave her the pair) with the mark of a wandering circus, and Mu Sicheng carefully pulls out his hand, long-soaked in lava, as one by one the apprentice pulls up the funnel hanging over the edge of the boiler.

The dark brown flowing metal armour on the monkey's paws is soft and tough, with the texture of animal leather and the coldness of metal to the touch. Mu Sicheng extends his long nails, which shine like silver plating, and with a casual scratch downwards, materials with a defence of four thousand or less vanish like tofu.

"Whaaaaat-!!!" Mu Sicheng jerked to his feet, his eyes glowing as he cupped his hands, "The attack value got a lot stronger!"

Muke draws his own long samurai sword from the funnel. Unlike his appearance, it is an overly simple short samurai sword, about forty centimetres long, with a cold, snowy blade that reflects Muke's unruffled face.

The two daggers can be seen in the middle, and when Muke breaks them off, the hilts break off and become two daggers again, which fit together slightly, and then become magnetically attached to each other, turning back into a long knife.

Muke looks at the knife in silence, his breathing inaudible, silent as a deep pool of stagnant water with no wind blowing through it, not a ripple, even his outward appearance concealed as the knife becomes.

He wrapped his hands around the hilt of his knife, his gaze snapping, and without warning, he swung down hard at a diamond that was sitting on the table.

The diamond is untouched.

Muke sheathes his sword and turns away in a calm manner.

A dozen seconds later, some tiny cracks appeared in the centre of the diamond, which grew larger and larger, interlocking and uniting with each other, eventually causing the diamond to shatter into a puddle of pieces.

Liu Jiayi's glass bottles have been transformed into two paint cans, one purple and one white, the length of an adult's hand, light and handy, with a dozen spray nozzles of varying range and dispersion positioned in the openings, which Liu Jiayi tries out with a new look in his eyes - and then etches an abstraction on the wall with the poison.

Only Tang Erda is more subdued when he gets his weapon, looking at the hexagram and the symbol of the werewolf's eye on the handle, his fingers rubbing it mindlessly.

"I said ......" Hua Gan will interrupt the group of nonsense with a headache, "Almost there, you can't use offensive skills on people in the system lobby, you can only try them on objects, but dead things and the people you actually against people is not the same, try it into the game and try it."

Bai Liu gathered a group of excited children together and thanked General Hua.

But he was impatiently shooed away, "Get out, get out!"

Bai Liu leads the completed team outside.

The side of Mu Sicheng's headset is engraved with a six-man star and werewolf markings by Huagan's hand, now covered by his hooked lips to his head.

Liu Jiayi sits on Tang Erda's shoulder, wearing contact lenses given to her by Hearts, her pupils reflecting a pattern of six stars and werewolf eyes - the ones she bothered General Hua to stamp on her contact lenses.

General Wagan wanted to put the team's emblem on Muke's short sword, but Muke refused with a shake of his head - he was an assassin, and the lower the profile the easier it was to sneak up on him, and such a conspicuous emblem would not help him to disguise himself.

And ......

Muke raised his eyes and looked reverently and intently at the back of Bai Liu, who was walking at the front, breathing incredibly softly.

He does not need to have that mark engraved on the outside anymore, for his life, his memory, and even his soul are already engraved with that mark.

After straightening the edges of his gloves and dropping his hands naturally to his side, the back of his hands glowing with the six-manifold symbol of the flowing lava, Bai Liu lifted his eyes and took his first step forward.

"League match-up training officially starts tomorrow and we're looking for games with league players to train for."

"Yes!!!"

Mu Sicheng, in a spirit of distribution, answered, "We'll beat whoever we can tomorrow!"

Bai Liu turned back, smiling, "The killer sequence."

Mu Sicheng is confused: "?! What?! Which guild?!"

"We're going to solo a copy of the ice field with Spades in it tomorrow." Bai Liu shook the fishbone whip in his hand absently, his grin deepening, "to get a taste of the rumoured most perfect weapon."