Is this a crafting demonstration or a sermon?
At this moment, the gymnasium felt like the Purple Cloud Palace in the thirty-three heavens, and I stood before three thousand disciples, facing their expectant and reverent gazes as I began the ritual.
“If I didn’t charge admission, it would be a real loss.” That was my thought right now.
“I’ll only demonstrate once. How much you comprehend depends on your own ability.”
Within the Appendix, my feet hovered slightly above the ground.
Thunder and fire took shape in my hands, transforming into scorching threads that rapidly decomposed the materials into the desired mold.
Then the threads danced swiftly, amidst dazzling lightning and thunder, as all the materials transformed into the target shape—exquisite and breathtaking.
I stretched out my hand a bit more and embedded the runes into the material.
“Done.”
Finished and packed up.
“?”
The Professors’ nostrils flared wide, their eyes round as saucers. “What just happened?”
Some professors had only just squeezed into the gymnasium, looking relieved. “Luckily, we made it in… What? It’s over already??”
What??
“Come try the Saddle Set,” I beckoned to Joanna.
Joanna and DoraGon’s nostrils flared wide as well.
“Saddle Set? Already done? You just—”
Was that even ten seconds??
“Because the operation isn’t complicated. It’s just cutting the material into shape, embedding a little bit of the spatial path, and then binding the Ring to the Saddle Set. It only involves three types of runes…”
Joanna held her head in her hands, her eyes spinning.
“That’s still ridiculously fast!” she wailed. “The crafters in our family can’t finish a single design draft in ten or fifteen days!”
“Can’t even draw a design draft? Then go ahead and start. Pathetic.” I tried to let Joanna know this was just normal procedure.
If there’s a problem, it definitely isn’t me.
It’s this world.
“This…” The cameraman beside me looked frustrated. He had brought a Standard Camera.
He should’ve brought a Slow Motion Camera, then he could slow it down dozens of times and study it.
This speed already surpasses the frame rate.
“Alright, give it a try.”
I tossed the Saddle Set toward DoraGon.
The saddle’s straps automatically extended, writhing like tentacles as they bound tightly around DoraGon’s body, securing firmly.
Joanna blankly climbed onto the dragon’s back, settled into the plush chair, and grasped the reins.
“So comfortable…”
“This backrest can recline! Try it.”
“You added a reclining function in that short a time?”
Joanna pulled the lever on the right side of the seat, leaned back, and reclined steadily on the dragon’s back.
You could even sleep on it.
“This design mainly reduces wind resistance, considering aerodynamics to avoid airflow disturbance from the backrest during high-speed flight…”
“You even considered aerodynamics?!”
“Sort of. The straps have a bit of Wind Command effect so they won’t chafe DoraGon and also reduce drag.”
“…”
Joanna was rendered speechless.
Her gaze blank, completely at others’ mercy.
Everyone at Egg Academy was used to the Little Princess’s arrogant attitude, but this was the first time they’d seen her so lost.
In short, it was satisfying~
“Alright, get down now. Let’s test the Appendix Automatic Storage function for the Saddle Set.”
Joanna nodded blankly. “Appendix.”
Bathed in golden light, DoraGon and Joanna merged into one, while the Saddle Set split into another beam of light, flowing back into the Ring in Joanna’s hand.
Joanna’s mouth dropped wider and wider.
“Now deactivate the Appendix and try the one-click equip.”
The Appendix deactivated, and DoraGon reappeared.
Joanna reached out, lightly touched DoraGon’s hardened skin with the Ring.
Light shimmered again, automatically locking into place with a click.
Perfect.
“All done. Remember, you owe me a favor.”
Joanna nodded numbly.
Her worldview had just been shattered.
From childhood, everyone told her that the Lancelot Family stood atop the world.
Her family had the strongest alchemists, the best crafters, and Masters… even the forefront of spirit science.
Joanna was raised with this, which made her look down on others. Even if not deliberately arrogant, she subconsciously felt superior.
DoraGon and the family were the source of her confidence.
Now, someone suddenly told her: the crafters you grew up seeing were trash! Big trash!
And they proved it with their actions.
Her confidence was half destroyed instantly.
She even began to wonder if the education she received growing up was false, if the Lancelot Family itself was a big joke…
Doubt always breeds more doubt. Once the dam cracks even slightly, it’s easy to fear the whole world might collapse.
Sister Xinyue sympathized and walked over to Joanna.
She hadn’t expected her spontaneous design of a “small spirit house shock” to hit Joanna this hard, so she crouched down to comfort her. “I understand how you feel, really.”
“Hm?”
“Growing up privileged, you think you’ve seen the whole world. But after seeing more, you realize you’re just a frog at the bottom of a well.”
“Frog at the bottom of a well? Me?” Joanna muttered resentfully.
She had always mocked others as frogs at the bottom of wells, but now it was her turn.
She always thought the Lancelot Family was the world’s top-tier family, and everyone else in the family clearly believed that too.
So does that mean… the entire Lancelot Family are frogs at the bottom of a well?
Even the entire West Continent?
Joanna sank deeper into despair.
“Well~ you’ll get used to it. People always live trapped in their own information vaults,” Xinyue patted Joanna’s shoulder. “The world is full of these vaults.
Small ones like circles, classes, websites; big ones like continents. People are trapped inside from childhood, cultivated into their own kinds of chives…
Besides, Donghuang and the West Continent are separated by such high mountains. It’s normal that news can’t spread easily.”
“…” So the entire West Continent are frogs at the bottom of wells?
Joanna suddenly felt pathetic, having lived in the West Continent all her life, satisfied with the propaganda there, thinking the world was vast but she was the most superior!
But after seeing it with her own eyes, she knew…
“Guh!” Joanna stomped her foot stubbornly, jumped onto DoraGon’s back, and gripped the reins tightly.
She held back tears and suddenly spread her wings, taking off into the gale.
No crying, at least not in front of so many people!
If she had to cry, she’d find somewhere alone…
She was after all the DoraGon Master, the shining hope of the West Continent!
She absolutely couldn’t let anyone see her vulnerable side!
“Is that supposed to be comforting or rubbing salt in the wound?”
For a moment, I couldn’t tell if Sister Xinyue was being subtly cruel or genuinely consoling.
Xinyue looked innocent. “I really didn’t mean anything else. You’re just too strong. Can’t you slow down your crafting a little?”
“I’ve been deliberately slowing down! This is less than half my usual speed!”
Once those words came out, the surroundings fell silent again.
So… it was already… very slow…