AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Dazzling Gift Effects, Big Shots Compete for the Top Spot

[Everyone else laughs at you, but you’re the least funny! It’s over, a real one has snuck in.]

[Ah? Although I trust the Lower Trash District government, this is too unbelievable. Lord Ka’lier’s publicly announced mechs have already been stored in the Main City Research Institute. Anyone who steals or researches them privately will be sentenced to death.]

Amidst the fierce arguments and discussions in the comments, the gilded text quietly floated past, particularly eye-catching.

[Congratulations to streamer S for receiving “Hope of the Lower Trash District People’s” R-level gift – Flaming Skull!!!]

[Congratulations to streamer S for receiving “Hope of the Lower Trash District People’s” R-level gift – Ten Doomsday Battleships!!!]

[Congratulations to “Hope of the Lower Trash District People’s” for courageously topping the chart, thank you for your support of streamer S.]

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People’s: Your Excellency, welcome to the Lower Trash District! Your vision is simply unique and ruthless. Our Lower Trash District people are simple, unadorned, generous, righteous, and warmly hospitable. We especially welcome foreign Mechanical Engineer experts to settle down!]

If the bombs weren’t more dazzling than fireworks, Song Ningwan would almost have believed it.

[No, the brother who just floated by, do you believe what you’re saying?! The truth is only one, Lower Trash District Director, this fake, eager-to-please appearance of yours makes us feel estranged.]

[Caught a District Director, when can you fix the sky? Last time it was blown a hole, and then rocks smashed my house.]

[Friends, you’ve mistaken me. I’m not the Director, I’m an unknown stranger.]

[Confirmed!!! Fan value level ten, this is definitely a high-ranking Official. Director, don’t be reserved! His Excellency has finally come to the Upper Trash District, you should show our true, fierce desire for battle. Dear Excellency, please lead us to attack the Upper Trash District, and bring the cannons and noise to every corner of the Underground City!]

“I see the children’s thirst for knowledge and passion for mechs. The Lower Trash District youth should have such courage!”

“Next, I will draw the sketch of Crimson Thorns, and gradually break it down and explain it to you.”

Alan gently leaned in his arms and fell asleep. Song Ningwan touched his soft cheeks and turned the volume of the live broadcast inwards.

This way, he wouldn’t wake the sleeping child.

Song Ningwan found the toolbox on the live broadcast interface, and a paintbrush appeared after clicking.

Recalling the gun’s image in his memory, he used black to draw the outline and red to color the roses.

Ka’lier had a bad personality, but he loved beautiful things. He often combined extremely lethal weapons with flowers and crescent moons.

After death, blood-stained roses bloomed in the land of thorns, with thorny roots and stems, fragrant yet ferocious, that was the ultimate destination of art.

Actually, looking back on Ka’lier, apart from those rebellious thoughts that were unbearable to hear, everything else was pretty good.

Alas, but after ten thousand years, his disciples and grandchildren must have already turned to ashes, right?

After Crimson Thorns was drawn, it was directly projected onto the live broadcast.

“Death is beautiful, this is Ka’lier’s antidote to life. For example, the exterior design of Crimson Thorns, the thorns bind the already thorny roses, is it the thorns piercing the thorns, or the thorns demanding the beauty of the flower? The most different thing about an SS-class Mechanical Engineer is a crazy and wild thought. Their spirits are strong, but they always pursue the essence of things.”

“The rose thorns carved on the gun handle are the main way of mechanical attack. The gun muzzle fires energy bullets. In the explosion, the enemy will always instinctively run away, but what should not be ignored is the fragrance of roses permeating the smoke.”

“Friends, don’t question it. After all, this is Ka’lier’s first mech when he was ten years old.”

[? Your Excellency, you hurt my heart. Others create guns at the age of ten and go straight to B-class. I was still playing with mud at the time, asking when dinner would be served.]

[That’s not right, how does the streamer know these things? Could it be that you really come from the Main City Research Institute?]

[Any past of the SS-class ancestor is legendary. Your Excellency, I’m not trying to question you, but I can’t understand.]

[You brainless people, what kind of crappy streamer, it’s completely fake! Lower Trash District Director, do you dare to come out and say something?! Using such a liar as a gimmick to coax us into spending gifts. God, why are there so many idiots this year? I’m really fed up, a report in my left hand, you’re welcome.]

[Gold shines, but you scum only reflect light! If it weren’t for an A-class expert, how could he understand so much?!]

“Regarding my identity, it is inconvenient to clarify. However, now I will break down how the mech and the master should be linked.”

The gift effects changed from a few scattered at the beginning to filling the entire screen. Regardless of the size of the gift, anyone who had a good impression of the mech would casually brush a few, trying to attract Song Ningwan’s attention.

Not to mention the big shots who controlled the army and forces, scrambling to win the second spot, being remembered by an A-class expert was an eternal honor.

[Congratulations to the Corps Commander for sending an LR-level gift – Vast Ruins! And left a message: Please join the Corps, I am Corps Commander Yuri. If you need a separate laboratory, building, land use rights, mech dispatch rights, military command rights, we will do it for you. Please see my sincerity.]

If half the people in the Lower Trash District played with butterfly nets, then the value of Vast Ruins was enough to buy half a year’s land use rights for the entire Lower Trash District.

This grand gift almost mobilized everyone to join this live broadcast.

“Thank you for your invitation, but I must refuse.”

[It’s still an A-class expert, the first person to dare to say no to the Lower Trash District Army. However, Corps Commander Yuri is backed by the Jian family, and should indeed work for the neighboring Jian family head to recruit more talents.]

[Fortunately, His Excellency didn’t agree, otherwise the Upper Trash District would have another fierce general, and we in the Lower Trash District would be completely finished!]

“In addition to manual assembly, Mechanical Engineers usually integrate spiritual power into the parts to complete the subtle structures that the hands cannot touch. For example, after Crimson Thorns is assembled, Ka’lier needs to use spiritual power to cover the screws and gaps in the connection.” Song Ningwan felt a little back pain, paused the live broadcast and picked up the sleeping Alan, placed him on his coat, and gently folded his sleeves to cover the child’s small belly under the thin fabric.

Stretching, he had earned enough Contribution Points today to take the kid away from the Lower Trash District and live a good life.

Perhaps because of unease and cold, the rosy lips kept murmuring: “Daddy…”

“Mm.” Song Ningwan responded softly, a subtle, soft light flashing in his eyes: “Be good, I’ll take you away tomorrow.”

Re-entering the live broadcast, the gift effects seemed to be more dazzling than tonight’s artillery fire. Even in the economically backward Lower Trash District, one could become rich overnight.