Pillar of Yita

Of course, he had not yet become so arrogant as to consider designing a professional Magic Guided Reactor when he was not even at level 15. His plan was to use the traditional Magic Guided Reactors available within the guild. Though they were the oldest models, he still had one advantage—

that was, Fang Hong had discovered that his craftsman production system had an unusually high rate of producing high-quality items. A traditional level 15 Artisan Magic Guided Furnace of just E quality naturally couldn’t meet his needs, but if the quality reached A or even higher, that would be a different story. The reason pre-made, high-quality equipment was so expensive on the market was not without cause.

In addition to the design drawings, relevant theories were also necessary, including the special constructs he required beforehand; these too needed foundational theories to be usable. For instance, the Screeching Banshee and the Engineering Machine required ”Flexible Construct Manipulation” at E-level, the Stalker TS-1 needed ”Gravity Manipulation” at E-level, and the Engineering Machine also required the ”Ranged Repair” skill.

Additionally, the theoretical knowledge and skills related to shipbuilding and several other aspects listed on that sheet had contributed to Fang Hong gaining a total of 570,000 experience points during his visit to Fenris, enough to propel him from nearly level 9 to halfway through level 14.

The skills he needed to learn in the meantime were naturally not just one or two.

However, acquiring skills was not simply a matter of the Artisan’s Office providing him with stacks of documents to take away. Not to mention that Fang Hong could not possibly carry away so many books and documents, the Artisan’s Office was also not so generous as to provide everyone with such a plethora of free materials.

So in fact, the process for Invokers to acquire skills was essentially the Artisan’s Office providing an original copy, and then the recipient copied it through the Summoners System. The entire process of copying a skill was nothing more than the time it takes to scan a book page by page, taking as little as one to two minutes, or up to about a quarter of an hour.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely free, there was still a fee to pay—but compared to the price of knowledge and original skills, this fee was practically negligible.

Moreover, copying through the system also equated to learning the skills and advancing to F-level proficiency, thus it also cost cognitive experience, depending on the specific skill. This is still an advantage for Invokers, whereas Natives could only borrow and learn gradually.

Since it involved borrowing, Natives obviously could not take the original copies out of the Artisan Association’s premises, making it rare for Native Alchemists to venture far from town.

However, Natives compared to Invokers were not without their merits. Invokers leveraged the system to learn and use skills without truly understanding the fundamentals and theories, merely demonstrating capabilities through the Summoners architecture. Indeed, they could achieve rapid success, but of course, they had to bear the consequences. In actual usage, Invokers were far less flexible than Natives, often more dogmatic and rigid.

Thus, a widely circulated rumor in Eteliria had always existed: at the same level, the actual abilities of Invokers were inferior to those of Natives. And this rumor seemed indeed to be true today, the only advantage of an Invoker appearing to be leveling up faster.

However, in recent years, Stargate Port seemed to have noticed this flaw in the Summoners System and increasingly encouraged Invokers to see the system merely as an auxiliary tool. They were encouraged to go back and strengthen their fundamentals, so if you see an Invoker engrossed in reading a thick book of basic theory, don’t be surprised.

In fact, both Fang Hong and Gita were typically like this in their daily lives—though the young Natural Historian from the Tabopolis Knight Order was often engrossed in various local anecdotes, encyclopedias, and geographical records.

The former, however, would dive into a pile of design drawings whenever he had the chance, a process excruciatingly dull for most people, but for Fang Hong, who had authentic apprentice experience with Kapuka, it held a different kind of pleasure.

Moreover, he could gain some cognitive experience from reading, although not much, but it was still a case of killing two birds with one stone.

Even he himself had not realized that, influenced by Miss Sicape, those six months, in his view, had somewhat wasted time, but they had laid down an essential foundation.

His biggest advantage was actually that, compared to other Invoker Alchemists, he had undergone a complete, unaided apprenticeship education in Rodell, in this regard, he was no different from a Native.

The staff brought two types of materials to the hall, one being even more ancient books, and others were similar to transmission crystals, record crystals, along with stacks of blueprint drawings.

Because of the large degree of Fang Hong’s level increase, the amount of materials he required all at once was particularly vast, especially the design drawings which were usually not just a single sheet but a thick stack, some even a carton or several cartons. These, along with man-high piles of books and crystals, occupied a significant corner of the hall for a time.

It was truly breathtaking.

Mere perusal of these documents, even just glancing through them, obviously required quite some time. Having already set a time to meet up, Fang Hong did not dare to linger and began to delve into the books. There he flipped through documents and design drawings one after another, looking less like he was reading and more like some grandee in traditional libraries pretending to be erudite.

Pretending to be a study buff—

The more the staff hustled about, the more they occasionally threw curious glances his way, and meanwhile, some Alchemists who happened to come for business were genuinely startled by the mountain of materials on Fang Hong’s side.

”This guy must be crazy,” one said.

”To look at so much at once, does he have that much cognitive experience?” another questioned.

”He must be planning on leveling up several times, this guy doesn’t even know how to show off, what an idiot!” another exclaimed.

These comments, more or less, reached Fang Hong’s ears, leaving him speechless, but what could he do? Whether it was good luck or bad, he had just happened to encounter two major events, and along with his own low level, opportunistically facilitated such a dramatic level upgrade.

To ordinary people, indeed, it seemed somewhat unbelievable.

And as for Hilveld, listening to these conversations didn’t bore her; resting her chin in her hands while sitting across from Fang Hong, she just curiously watched him, her gaze unwavering.

This silent interaction between the two continued quietly for several hours until Fang Hong reluctantly recorded the last piece of data and finally straightened up, exhaling deeply. He glanced at the sky and realized it was nearly noon; his stomach had long been growling. As he signaled the staff to collect the last portion of crystals and design drawings, he asked Hilveld if she wanted to grab something to eat together.

Hilveld gave a slight smile and naturally nodded lightly.

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