Yang Yuan immediately asked eagerly, "So how many Firepower Flying Discs do you have? Are those Firepower Flying Discs fast to produce? How many can be made in a day?"
He didn't reveal right away that he could further upgrade his Firepower Flying Disc, thinking the other side would find out eventually. Otherwise, even if he said it, they might not believe him.
How many can be made in a day?
Chen Xianzhi smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "To be honest, the Firepower Flying Discs are produced by Alliance Headquarters. We can't produce them ourselves because of the anti-gravity system. We can't figure it out. In fact, even at the headquarters, these things are not for sale; they are classified as allocated resources."
After all, it's black technology. At least half a year ago, it was the only black technology product in the entire alliance. Who knows if the alliance has any other black technology now.
"Is that so?"
Yang Yuan was a bit disappointed, "So how many Firepower Flying Discs do you have left? Bring them all out, and I can help you modify them for free, but these Firepower Flying Discs can't be stored away; they must all be used to kill the Small Drought Fiend. As long as the Small Drought Fiends aren't wiped out, we won't have peace for a day!"
As for the Great Drought Fiend, that would be left to his own Firepower Flying Disc.
The Firepower Flying Discs provided by the safe zone, he planned to use them to buy himself some time.
Modify for free?
Chen Xianzhi was very tempted.
But after thinking it over, he said, "This matter is too significant; I need to consult with Director Jia."
"Alright, but it's best not to delay too long. After all, the Drought Fiend is getting very close." Yang Yuan nodded.
"I understand, so I'll take my leave now."
Chen Xianzhi left in a hurry, the matter was too significant for him to make a decision on his own.
Once Chen Xianzhi left, Yang Yuan immediately picked up a pen and paper to write a list of materials, asking the soldier waiting by the side to retrieve them.
Notably, these materials included various types of sniper rifles known to him.
"Celestial-level Creatures!"
Yang Yuan squinted into the distance.
Beyond the thin mist, the high temperature had started to distort the air, slightly affecting visibility.
The outside temperature was getting higher and higher. Continuing like this, even if they could survive in a small area with suitable temperatures, it wasn't a solution.
Because the food in the safe zone wasn't infinite and would eventually run out.
'I wonder if the Firepower Flying Discs can be modified to automatically retrieve prey? That way, food could be obtained from outside.'
This thought emerged in his mind, but there weren't any spare Firepower Flying Discs to waste right now. The priority should be to utilize all the Firepower Flying Discs possible to assist in the later extermination of the Drought Fiend.
So, before there was a food crisis, all plans had to prioritize the goal of eliminating the world-class boss Drought Fiend.
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted from the metal house not far away.
Yang Yuan was invigorated by the smell...
"Big brother, time to eat."
Just then, Jiang Yiyi appeared at the door of one of the houses, calling out.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Eating was still the most important thing. Better to eat first.
He decided, after finishing the meal, to modify the sniper rifle and hoped it would bring some surprises.
After all, relying solely on the safe zone wasn't wise; those in high positions tend to overthink. It's best to have a backup plan.
...
Zhao Jiayan's cooking skills were average, but to Yang Yuan who had eaten only roasted meat and raw blood for nearly half a month, it was a delicacy fit for a king.
Not to mention the fragrant rice.
Perhaps the only regret was the lack of vegetables.
Because of the scarcity of water resources, there was no extra for growing crops, and there was no time either.
Now, most vegetables were made into easily storable foods like compressed biscuits, and almost none were used to cook dishes.
In contrast, meat was plentiful. During the last beast tide, countless exotic beasts were killed by the main force, and with space carriers available, a massive amount of meat was certainly stored.
So now vegetables have become more expensive because they are too scarce.
Luckily, all ordinary people were integrated into the safe zone, so there's no need to worry about anyone starving to death.
As for the wild superpower users who still refused to serve under others?
The military couldn't care less; at such times, if they still wanted to go solo, they could starve for all they cared.
Although those who awakened a bit earlier would generally have some stockpiles, especially the most common Spirit Monster Cores.
But in this era, with very volatile prices, you never know when the prices might collapse.
...
"You're serious? That Yang Yuan is willing to modify our Firepower Flying Discs for free?"
In the regimental commander's office, Jia Weixin looked excitedly at his aide.
Chen Xianzhi nodded, "But he said all the Firepower Flying Discs must be used to eliminate the Small Drought Fiend and cannot be stored."
"A very reasonable request, considering it's free."
Jia Weixin had no objections, "How many Firepower Flying Discs do we have left?"
Chen Xianzhi said, "After the last test in the ancient ruins consumed some, we should have just over fifty left."
"Only fifty..."
Jia Weixin thought for a moment and said, "I'll ask headquarters if they can send us some more."
He had asked before, even requested aid, but because they hardly had any promising talents here, the alliance didn't take their squad seriously, or perhaps intentionally brushed them off.
But now, they had a rare Creator Conceptual Superpower User, which made him much more confident.
That's right, a Creator Class.
Even among Conceptual Superpower Users, there's a big difference.
Many people think all Conceptual Superpower Users belong to the Creator Class, but he disagreed.
As for the reason—
It's too painful to explain.
Very soon, he took out an A4 paper—the product of Celestial Marvel[Receipt].
His aide, Chen Xianzhi, sensibly pricked his finger, dripping blood into a metal dish beside him.
Jia Weixin used a fountain pen to draw the blood and quickly wrote his request:
[Calling headquarters, this is Unit Thirteen; I am Jia Weixin, commander of the 13th Independent Regiment. We have a Creator Conceptual Superpower User here, capable of creating extremely powerful conceptual items. We have a chance to eradicate the Small Drought Fiend, but we need a large number of Firepower Flying Discs as raw materials. I hope headquarters will send us a thousand Firepower Flying Discs.]
Chen Xianzhi hesitated, "Directly expressing the existence of a Conceptual Superpower User wouldn't be a problem, would it? You know what those people are like."
Back when the Earth hadn't integrated into this world, there were over a hundred countries.
After integrating into this world, although forming an alliance under immense external pressure, the alliance was actually very loose.
So, expecting humanity to truly unite wholeheartedly is almost a fool's dream.
Exposing talent directly makes it easy for others to covet, of course, it's not very dangerous for the talent themselves because various forces would try to woo talents with all sorts of olive branches.
Up till now, there's never been a malicious event where talents were assassinated; doing so would only turn them into public enemies.
"If we don't mention it, there's even less hope." Jia Weixin said coldly.
"That's true." Chen Xianzhi sighed.
About three minutes later, new text appeared on the receipt.
Red characters appeared one after another:
[Headquarters here is facing hostile native species currently and is unable to offer external support. Director Jia is ordered to immediately escort the Conceptual Superpower User here to support headquarters.]
This line of text made the veins on Jia Weixin's forehead pop. Suppressing his anger, he wrote:
[I recall reporting that we're trapped in ancient ruins that do not allow living creatures to exit; we can only remotely control machines. Please have headquarters send us a thousand Firepower Flying Discs; if not that many, even a hundred would do. We're trapped here and cannot move, while the Drought Fiend approaches, risking total annihilation. Now, we have an extremely powerful Conceptual Superpower User, and with enough Firepower Flying Discs, we can wipe out all the Small Drought Fiends and perhaps even kill the real Drought Fiend!]
He exaggerated the situation a bit.
This time, the reply came quickly.
Blood-red text appeared closely:
[Director Jia, do you know the consequences of reporting false military intelligence? Set aside the Drought Fiend problem for now; headquarters already has many Superpower Users at the Human Limit level, soon they will reach the Earth level, and one day, we will also produce Celestial-level powerhouses. The mere Drought Fiend is nothing to worry about! Now, Director Jia, I order you to immediately escort the Conceptual Superpower User to headquarters without delay!]
This was clearly an intentional brush-off, and it was excessively so.
"Damn it!"
Jia Weixin angrily slapped the metal desktop, leaving a deep palm print.