Infrastructure starts from the game

Of course I know!

Because I traveled from that place that "changed the times"!

Angel lowered his eyes and thought.

That's right, Angel is a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was an unlucky game planner. He was scolded by his boss in reality, and scolded by the players in the game. He was not worthy of having a mother, and he worked overtime all day long. In the end, he died suddenly on the job.

Because of this, Angel has no nostalgia for his previous life, not to mention the rare travel to the magical world. Which gamer can refuse the temptation of becoming a mage?So Angor entered the Mage Tower without hesitation, but he didn't know if it was because he failed to fulfill the obligation of the traverser—if there was such an obligation—this world seemed to have another traverser, and he also launched an industrial... Revolutionary, so much so that an entire era has changed.

Angor was unemployed and returned home before considering returning to his old job.

But the technology in this world has only developed tube computers, and there is still a long way to go from video games.

Angel had to rely on himself, write the core with magic runes, and develop the magic arcade.

So as far as this era is concerned, arcade machines are not only not behind, they are also products of the future.

If there is a problem, it must not be a problem with the arcade itself——

"The market research of the product is insufficient, and the early design thinking must be changed," Angel sighed, and unconsciously pressed his hand on the liver, "It seems that I have to work overtime again."

There is nothing that can't be solved by working overtime. If it doesn't work for twelve hours, it will be 24 hours!

"Meow doesn't mean that!"

It seems that it is impossible not to speak clearly, the black cat sighed: "The magic props can no longer be sold, so it is really impossible. It is also possible to change the workshop to other purposes..."

It was extremely difficult for the black cat to say this.

It doesn't want that either.

The black cat Mithril is the guardian beast of this alchemy workshop, the synthetic one.

In the age of magic, alchemy workshops with a little background will synthesize such mascots to prove their strength, let them attract guests, guard the workshop, and assist in management.

The living sign of the magic gear is the black cat Mithril.

For nearly a thousand years, it has assisted and guided the successive owners of the workshop to manage the alchemy workshop, accompanied the workshop through the most glorious period, and watched the workshop decline.

But the workshop can't continue, and people can't die with it.

The alchemy workshop almost changed hands before, which made Mithril regret it very much, so it couldn't help nagging at Angel.

"The remaining advantage of this workshop is that the location of the store is not bad, maybe you can change it into a hotel or something." Mithril said resignedly.

"Hotel?... It's a good idea to sell some drinks to subsidize the family." Angel was stunned, then nodded again.

He was only making arcade machines before, but he didn't think about how to operate it.

But thinking about it carefully, the first game has not been made yet, and it is a bit too early to open an arcade hall. It is a good form to make a bar first. Anyway, the store is here, and some old furniture has been left from the previous workshop.

Angel pondered: "It's a good form of a game experience store."

"Game? Haven't you given up yet?" The black cat frowned.

It had mixed feelings when it heard Angor's promise, but when it found that Angor had no intention of giving up at all, it became even more angry.

And Angel has no idea what the cat is angry about: "This time it's just a small mistake. It was originally a trial work. It's fine to check out the bug first and fix it. It's not to the point where you need to give up... "

"Meow! You still have the money to continue developing meow!?" The black cat hit the nail on the head.

"...Ah!" Angle was stuck for a moment.

It took him a long time before he said with difficulty: "Yes, or else, open the hotel first?"

"Do you think you can make money immediately by opening a hotel?" Mithril asked forcefully, "What's more, you still want to continue to develop, where did you get the time?"

At this time, little Enlis said timidly, "I, I won't go to school, I will come back to help."

Having said that, the corners of Enlis' eyes couldn't help turning red.

Of course she didn't want to drop out of school.

Angel grabbed Enlis's little hand and sighed, "It's not like this yet..."

"But……"

One big and one small, with dark circles under their eyes due to lack of sleep, facing big eyes full of tears, they looked very pitiful.

"Meow! Why does it seem like this cat bullied you?!"

Mithril stretched its paws and shouted.

Unable to bear it, it jumped off Enlis's head, raised its tail and walked towards the inside of the workshop.

"You come with me!"

Magic Gear has a huge footprint.

After all, it is one of the best alchemy workshops in the Magic Age. The storefront alone has nine floors, and there are five different production areas behind it. The building still retains the magnificence of the Magic Age. Thick history.

It's a pity that Angel left home since he was a child, and he didn't spend long time in the workshop; Enlis is just an adopted orphan (legal child laborer), and he is not qualified to go to many areas at all, so he is not familiar with the inside of the workshop.

The two usually only live on the third floor of the store, and rarely set foot inside the workshop.

Fortunately, Mithril has guarded this workshop for nearly a thousand years, and it knows all the secrets of this building.

The black cat led its owner around left and right, and soon came to a door.

This is a circular spar gate with a diameter of two meters, but it is not embedded in the wall, but on the ground.

Even Angel, who has been away from home for many years, still has some impressions of this weird door.

"This is...the warehouse?"

"That's right!" Mithril nodded, "I thought you completely forgot meow! You didn't even think about coming over to do an inventory after you came back."

"I just don't think it's necessary," Angel said.

Angel had paid off a large amount of debt to the workshop before he even entered the door. Coupled with the dilapidated appearance of the store, he didn't think there was anything in the warehouse that needed to be counted.

Angel looked at the warehouse door with some hesitation: "Is there anything else inside?"

"There are many!"

The black cat sneered and slapped its paw on the gate.

The door of the warehouse was rumbled open to both sides, but behind the door was still a solid stone slab.

Mithril immediately jumped onto the stone slab, and Angel stepped on it. Only Enlis, holding the hem of her skirt, stood there helplessly, until Angel stretched out her hand to her, and then she stepped on the slate hesitantly.

When the two of them stood together, a glowing magic circle emerged from the stone slab and slowly flew down.

The stone slab sank for about ten meters before entering a hall.

This is a very huge hall, with a height of nearly [-] meters. It is densely packed with huge shelves, and many of the shelves are full.

Amazing--

Enlis covered her mouth so as not to exclaim.

Angel didn't take it seriously, he had been here before, so he wouldn't be surprised by it.

It's just that the items on the shelves made Angel a little concerned: "Since there are so many goods, why don't you sell some to pay off the debt? For example, those wands look very good—"

"Ah!" Enlis hesitated when she heard Angel's words.

Mithril did not give as much face as little Enlis: "If these wands can be sold, the capital chain will not be broken, and the whole workshop will almost be changed hands."

Saying so, Mithril manipulated the slate to fly to the vicinity of the shelf where the magic wands were placed as Angel said.

Angel was able to notice this batch of wands at a glance because they were shiny and very dazzling on the shelves. Now that he took a closer look, he found that the workmanship was also very good and the design was gorgeous, not like a backlog of goods.

"Why can't it be sold?" Although magic has declined now, as a remnant of the past, the status of mages is still very high in general, especially many mages themselves are nobles. Would mind a small compromise on functionality.

Angel found it incredible.

He reached out and took a wand down, and looked at it carefully:

"Isn't this beautiful...? This is not a magic wand!" Angel frowned, and cast a light spell with the magic wand.

Illumination is the most basic magic, and it will produce a round ball of light after it is released, but after the spar on the wand in Angel's hand lights up, it shoots out a beam of light, which explodes above the warehouse hall.

Immediately, bright white light spots fell like snowflakes.

Beauty is very beautiful, but it is not what Angel wants.

"Fake wand?" Angel asked strangely.

This kind of wand actually solidified phantom magic, and it only needs a little magic power to cast gorgeous 'advanced magic', but there is no corresponding magic effect.

"Isn't this used by scammers to pretend to be great magicians? Why are there so many wands of this kind?"

"Please call it a 'ceremonial wand'." Mithril said.

There was some sadness in its mocking tone: "The condition of the workshop is going from bad to worse. Boris—the former owner of the workshop, who should be the grandson of your cousin—was deceived into signing the order, saying that it was needed for the emperor's birthday celebration. A batch of ceremonial wands must be beautiful in appearance, able to release gorgeous performance magic, and not aggressive. So Boris hastily produced a batch of fake wands, but when it was time to hand in the bills, the liar disappeared, and the wands also disappeared. It can’t be sold, the capital chain is broken, and creditors from all sides come to the door... You know what happened after that.”

"...It sounds like a trick." Angel frowned.

"Who knows?" the black cat sighed, "but the workshop has become what it is now, not just a scam."

It tapped the slate with its claws, and it flew across the tall shelves.

Mithril introduced the products on the shelves:

"See the broom on the shelf next to it? It's a specially developed low-magic version, which can be used with a little magic talent. Unfortunately, it can only fly below 15 meters, and it is difficult to control the flying speed and direction. Safety cannot be guaranteed. As a result, the market share was seized by bicycles;”

"The ones in the box over there are mass-produced alchemy potions. They originally wanted to open up the market at a low price, but because they failed to pass the drug inspection of the Medical Association, they were prohibited from being sold as drugs;"

"The one next to the wall is a magic projector, which reproduces the time runes and phantom runes, and can use magic power to condense past images. The effect is no worse than that of movies, but it consumes too much magic power, and ordinary people can't operate it at all;"

"The ones at the bottom are household-type thermostat magic circles. They can adjust the temperature in the room to keep the temperature in the most suitable state. It is very popular, but it is troublesome to manufacture, and the output cannot be increased. Finally, it loses to air conditioner."

"After that is the portable bodyguard puppet series..."

"Family Pack Magic Dictionary..."

"No magic magic wand..."

……

After counting all the way, there are hundreds of main backlog products in the warehouse.

It can be seen that the previous owners of the workshop have really worked hard.

They tried their best to develop various alchemy products to cope with the impact of the industrial wave, but they all failed.

No wonder Mithril is so pessimistic.

Angel thought for a while, comforted the black cat who had guarded his family for nearly a thousand years, and said, "I think...the arcade is different. After all, it is a kind of entertainment. It doesn't need practicality or combat power. The important thing is whether it's fun or not, and human beings will put in any effort for the things they are interested in, so it should be... different."

In other words, you don't want to give up at all, right?

Mithril was not comforted at all.

But it is also used to it.

The blood of this family has always been so stubborn, otherwise they would not have filled such a large warehouse with overstocked goods.

Mithril led Angor around the shelves full of overstocked goods, and finally came to the deepest part of the warehouse.

Apparently very few people would come in there, so not only was the space dark and covered with a thick layer of dust, but the surrounding shelves were also much empty. Valuable material.

But people who come here obviously don't pay the most attention to the shelves.

At least Enlis finally couldn't help but screamed after seeing clearly what was deep underground:

"That's... the heart?!"

"That's right, that's the core of this workshop." The black cat tried to answer in a cold tone.

The core of the workshop?

The alchemy workshop is not a living thing, how could it have a heart?

Little Enlis couldn't understand, but what was underneath was indeed a heart.

This heart is like this workshop, like this warehouse, it is abnormally huge, and it is still alive, beating tremblingly, and with every beating, golden liquid flows into it. in the metal pipe above it.

Those pipes extended towards the floor and walls of the warehouse, like blood vessels, so the workshop seemed to be indeed alive.

Enlis was a little scared.

She couldn't help leaning closer to Angel.

The black cat didn't notice that he scared the female human cubs around him, so he only said to Angel: "The only valuable thing in the workshop now is the magic power secreted by this core. You should be able to take it to the mage tower. Change some money."

"Can I really take it?" Angel asked in surprise.

"Of course." Mithril nodded.

What Mithril didn't say is that this heart is also its core.

Moreover, during the crisis of the previous generations, I have come here to extract the magic power several times, and the remaining magic power is not even enough to pay off the debt. If I do it again, this core may completely shut down.

But since this life was originally created by this workshop, it is only natural to give it back to them!

Mithril thought calmly.

He watched Angor wave his false wand, and pointed at - the old shelf next to him?

Immediately, a pile of dusty spars flew towards this side and fell into Angel's hands.

"No, I'm not talking about those." The black cat said in a daze. It didn't understand why Angel had misunderstood it. "The ones you took are discarded cores that have exhausted their magic power, but they can't be exchanged for money!"

"It's enough, these are enough for me to improve the arcade!"

Angel has a well-thought-out plan.