Chapter 207 Muzhe's Script

As night fell, the lights in the workshop area were dim. Only torches were burning in front of the gate of the power workshop, reflecting the angry faces of the workshop soul masters.

Holding various tools and weapons, they shouted slogans and rushed towards the gate.

"Don't let them in! Protect our workshop and those inventions!" One of the students shouted, and piled some more debris at the gate.

Sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and his eyes revealed fear and uneasiness.

"We don't want your inventions! We want our lives!" Some of the workshop soul masters responded, getting closer and closer to the gate and hitting it hard.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The student gritted his teeth and said, he felt the gate trembling, as if it would collapse at any time.

At this moment, a loud noise came, and the heavy door only lasted for a moment before it was broken by the workshop soul masters.

Wood chips and iron pieces flew everywhere, and a heat wave poured into the workshop. The workshop soul masters poured in like a tide.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The people in the power workshop quickly retreated to the core area under command.

Seeing the "noble lackeys" retreating like a tide, the workers cheered as if they had won a victory.

"Destroy these evil machines! Without these strange things, our lives can be better!"

Under the attack of these angry people, the machines that embodied the students' hard work and wisdom were smashed to pieces, and the balls in the bearings and the gems that served as rune nodes were scattered all over the ground.

The students of the Little Samsara Academy who saw all this at the back door of the factory were bleeding in their hearts. It took many days and nights of hard work and debugging to make this production line run smoothly, but now, in just a quarter of an hour, everything was ruined.

The attacks of the weapon spirits fell on the rune engine at the core of the factory again and again, the rune circuit was destroyed, and the mechanical structure was twisted and deformed by external forces. The engine made a creaking whine and finally stopped running.

The death of the engine triggered all the workpieces connected to it. The clanging sound that had originally become background sound stopped instantly. The entire power workshop was like a giant with a damaged heart, and it was inevitably dying.

Those precise gears and chains stopped turning, those complex mechanical components stopped working one by one, and those lights that provided light to the workshop began to slowly go out as the engine stopped.

The power spindle in the factory is the blood of the power workshop, the key element connecting all parts of the entire workshop, and the key that the students have worked hard to build.

The spindle and the working units once formed a perfect whole, they once coordinated an efficient system, and they once showed a bright future. Now, they are just a pile of useless scrap metal, just a memory and tears.

Under the protection of the Wuhun Hall staff, the students retreated to the headquarters of the Noble District. Along the way, the students had tears in their eyes, watching the power workshop that they had worked hard for several months day and night and studied for it turned into a ruin in the flames and creaking collapse.

"We will definitely build a bigger and more complete workshop. By then, it will still be called the Power Workshop!" A student said with an unwilling expression.

"By then, this workshop will have the best outer wall and the strongest soul guide. No one can destroy it!"

"Hey~" The resolute student touched the head of the student who made the speech and said nothing.

If these young students really hate those workshop soul masters because of this incident, they will really fall into the trap of those rats in the dark.

But can I really speak those great truths in front of these students whose hearts are bleeding?

'I can't do it~ Hey~'

This wound and the rift between the workshop soul masters can only be healed slowly by time. Maybe the teacher can give better advice?

Mu Zhe stood on the roof of the Small Samsara Academy, looking at the black smoke rising from the workshop area with indifference.

His figure looked lonely and heavy in the dim afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was out of tune with this world.

Mu Zhe just watched the disaster happen quietly. His silent gaze seemed to make the air around him sticky, making people feel depressed and uneasy.

After a while, he finally moved. He turned around slowly and showed a faint smile.

"I am really a cruel guide, but it's okay. Pus removal is the best solution. Although the method is a bit intense, in the long run, letting these students see it can better start the next stage of teaching."

Muzhe said to himself, with a hint of helplessness and indifference in his tone.

"A few months of good days seem to have made these lucky people who have just climbed out of the dust and mud develop towards the "Soul Master Master". If we don't curb this trend, let alone make this world a forward base."

Muzhe looked back at the sun room in the distance, where he had been firmly locked for a few days. He shook his head gently, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

"It's not time to close the net yet, let you, the 'catfish', swim for a while longer."

After going crazy, the soul masters in those workshops seemed to wake up from a nightmare. Looking at the power workshop that had become a ruin, they couldn't help but start to get scared.

After all, this was the property of the Small Samsara Academy. It was as easy for those big guys to crush them as it was for ants. What kind of courage did they have to dare to attack the property of big guys?

They didn't dare to stay here any longer. They quickly packed up their things and fled everywhere.

The crowd dispersed like dandelions blown by the breeze, and the pair of eyes in the corner that recorded everything here also slowly left.

At this time, Dai Jinglie was still in the joy of the success of his plan.

He picked up a glass of red wine and gently smelled the fragrance of the wine.

The intelligence that came in showed that everything was developing as planned, and it was going incredibly smoothly.

He successfully instigated this incident through one or two key nodes. Whether it was the greedy and wavering workshop owners or the weak and visionless workers, they were all his pawns.

Now that the power workshop has disappeared, the next step is to create more contradictions and conflicts.

Dai Jinglie's eyes flashed with danger.

"Mu Zhe! No matter what kind of future you want, as long as greed and laziness still exist in the world, you will never be able to reach that future. I will reveal this real world to you based on your delusions!"

He growled lowly, with a ferocious smile on his lips.

"Douluo Continent! This is not a world that can be controlled by your house-like delusions!"

He raised the wine glass high and poured the blood-like red wine inside on the ground, paying homage to the men who disappeared behind this plan, as if he was pouring wine for his own future.

This plot is still the key, at least in my opinion.