The Ten Thousand Realms Game World descended ten years ago.
Three thousand students at the school all changed classes together.
Less than a third qualified to enter the game instances.
I awakened the unique Max-level class, [Affix Master].
Extract. Fuse. Imbue. The three pillars of industry?
I also bound the unique Max-level talent, [Unparalleled National Hero].
The stronger the nation’s fortune, the stronger I become. A class-effect amplifier?
A man from the military district suddenly appeared.
A major general personally stood guard, with security on par with a nuclear arsenal.
The major general gripped my wrist and asked, “Can you mass-produce powerful fighters?”
With a simple operation, I took an ordinary Type 95 rifle and imbued it with the “Berserk” affix. With the nation’s fortune boosting it… a common item turned into green gear, with both affixes’ stats maxed out.
Bang! One shot blasted a hole the size of a washbasin.
The major general struggled to contain his excitement. “You can modify real-world firearms, too?”
I pointed at the obelisk. “General, you’re thinking too small. One piece of green gear and you’re already impressed?”
“That lousy monument decides whether we live or die, forcing us to serve as cannon fodder.”
“Starting today, these hands of mine can turn common gear into green gear. Tomorrow, I’ll be able to turn F-rank trash into S-rank big shots.”
“Give me time. Tanks and fighter jets are just the beginning, aircraft carriers and missiles are only part of the process. Even our nation’s ultimate weapons aren’t out of reach.”
“An affix-driven Industrial Revolution. Get it?”
“A steel torrent. How about that?”
“A revival of modern weapons?”
Forget it… I’ll put it in one sentence!
“I want every citizen of the Dragon Nation to become a dragon!”
