Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Resurrection
Chapter 1: Legendary Armament Canon
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhou Shu was in a daze as he took in his surroundings. Transmigrated?
This was a ludicrous notion, which even he couldn’t believe.
Even so, facts spoke louder than words. He couldn’t think of anyone who would play such a prank on him, and the only explanation he could e up with was transmigration.
He distinctly remembered sleeping in his opulent 20-square-meter bedroom the night before, yet he awoke in such a run-down farmyard. If this was a joke played on him, the expense would be too high.
!!
Anyway, it was impossible to find such a run-down farmyard in the city these days…
My room is larger than this entire farmyard!
While Zhou Shu was lamenting, a slew of discomanized memories slammed into his mind out of nowhere.
This unexpected occurrence caused Zhou Shu to groan, squat down, and hug his head with both hands.
After a long time, the swelling pain in his head subsided, and his eyes regained clarity.
Great Xia… Fcoming Division…
Zhou Shu ruminated on the memories that surfaced in his mind, gaining a general understanding of his predicament.
The predecessor of this body was someone who also went by the name Zhou Shu. He had turned 18 this year, and three generations of his ancestors had been craftsmen from Great Xia’s Fcoming Division, which was in charge of fcoming weapons.
His grandfather and father had died as a result of exhaustion in their earlier years. Thus, when he turned 18, he immediately inherited his father’s profession and became an apprentice in the Fcoming Division. In the end, he, like his ancestors, died of exhaustion, benefiting this transmigrator, Zhou Shu.
“Fcomer, don’t they just fcome metal?”
Zhou Shu assessed his current living situation while rummaging through the memories.
The small yard he was currently in was the residence provided to the craftsmen by the Ministry of the Fcoming Division. Although three generations of his predecessor’s ancestors worked directly for the Ministry of State, they were unable to obtain even a house in the imperial capital of Great Xia.
Zhou Shu’s predecessor’s savings had further been used up when he attempted to treat his parents’ illnesses before they died.
In other words, this small farmyard was his current self’s only safe refuge.
At the very least, I have a place to put my feet and won’t end up on the streets… Zhou Shu consoled himself.
It was difficult to stay in the empire’s capital…
Having a place to stay was already thought of to be a plus.
This farmyard was only 20 square meters. Aside from a run-down bedroom, there was a shed in the corner that appeared to house a smithy. The smithy was the only way his predecessor could make a living.
The Fcoming Division was brutal, and the craftsmen slept and worked in the same place.
As expected, as the lowest of the low, you are a sucker waiting to be played, regardless of where you are. Zhou Shu sighed.
The Fcoming Division treated their fcomers well, relatively speaking. Even the lowest-level underlings, such as Zhou Shu, were provided with food and lodging, as well as half a tael of silver monthly.
But the workload was too intense.
Using Zhou Shu’s current situation as an example, the Fcoming Division required Fcoming Apprentices to hand over 100 weapons every month. This meant that he had to fcome at least three weapons per day on average to plete the task. Otherwise, whipping and punishment were in store for him.
His predecessor was well-educated and had begun learning how to fcome at a young age. Despite this, he still needed four to six hours to fcome a weapon.
Fcoming three weapons took an average of 14 to 16 hours, and that was assuming everything went smoothly.
In reality, achieving a success rate of 100 percent in fcoming was impossible. When the fcoming failed, he had to restart. As a result, he worked nearly 16 hours per day!
Therefore, aside from eating and sleeping, he had to work nonstop every day to finish the task on time.
With this level of workload, it was no wonder that his predecessor had bee exhausted to the point of death.
Am I going to die from exhaustion after having just transmigrated? Zhou Shu felt like crying but didn’t have any tears. He believed that if he continued to work in this manner, he would die within a month.
It appears the only way to survive is to figure out how to bee an official Fcoming Master.
Zhou Shu pondered.
He had signed a contract with the Fcoming Division, so he couldn’t leave. But the Fcoming Division had its method of advancement.
He was a Fcoming Apprentice. He was at the lowest level, similar to a dogsbody. Official Fcoming Master was the rank above Fcoming Apprentice.
Fcoming Masters were already members of the Fcoming Division’s technical staff, and they were not treated in the same way that Fcoming Apprentices were.
They could live in proper houses with a kitchen and a toilet. Their pay was also significantly higher than that of Fcoming Apprentices. Most importantly, their workload was less demanding than that of Fcoming Apprentices.
As Fcoming Masters, they pleted the task if they handed in 30 weapons every month.
High-level Fcoming Masters were above Fcoming Masters. They were the Fcoming Division’s main strength. Every High-level Fcoming Master was regarded as the Fcoming Division’s wealth, and they were treated far better than Fcoming Masters.
Grand Craftsmen were the level above High-level Fcoming Masters. If High-level Fcoming Masters were the Fcoming Division’s wealth, then Grand Craftsmen were the Fcoming Division’s treasures.
It wasn’t a stretch of the imagination to regard each Grand Craftsman as a national treasure.
Grand Craftsmen were almost on par with the Fcoming Division’s directors in terms of social standing. Directors from the Fcoming Division were fifth-ranked officials. They were the equivalent of deputy bureau chiefs, which were the same rank as deputy mayors in Zhou Shu’s previous life.
But even directors from the Fcoming Division had to be respectful of Grand Craftsmen on a practical level. After all, there were a lot of fifth-ranking officials but only a handful of Grand Craftsmen.
There appeared to be even more powerful fcoming masters above Grand Craftsmen. This, however, was not information that Zhou Shu’s predecessor could obtain.
One’s future would be bright if one could bee a Fcoming Master. But being a Fcoming Master was no easy task.
Three generations of Zhou Shu’s predecessor’s ancestors had all been Fcoming Apprentices in the Fcoming Division, but they hadn’t been able to bee Fcoming Masters even until Zhou Shu’s predecessor. This demonstrated how difficult it was.
The requirement for being a Fcoming Master was quite simple—the ability to fcome ranked weapons.
The weapons in this world were classified as Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. Weapons fcomed by apprentices such as Zhou Shu were standard and unranked weapons.
Fcoming Masters and above held all of the secret formulas for fcoming ranked weapons and always kept them secret. It was nearly impossible for Zhou Shu to bee a Fcoming Master without the assistance of a master.
In reality, the Fcoming Division had tens of thousands of Fcoming Apprentices, and hardly one in a hundred could advance to bee a Fcoming Master.
Surely that doesn’t mean I’ll be stuck to death here?
Zhou Shu picked up a standard long saber that his predecessor had fcomed and began to examine it. He knew nothing about fcoming and had no idea what the distinction between a standard and a ranked weapon was.
What should I do?
He pondered for a long time, trying to recall a solution from his predecessor’s memories.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he noticed a dazzling golden light. Amid his dizziness, a blue-covered book appeared in front of him.
A few primitive words were written on the book’s cover. Zhou Shu understood what they meant at first glance.
Legendary Armament Canon!
Rustle!
Even without any wind, the blue book flipped through several pages before ing to a halt.
Zhou Shu’s gaze was drawn to the book, where he saw the drawing of a long saber. It appeared to be the same as the standard long saber he was holding in his hand. The drawing was exquisite, as if the saber was actually in front of him.
A line of ancient words was written on the saber.
[Sharp Standard Long Saber!]
A piece of information appeared in Zhou Shu’s mind just as he saw these words.
The standard long saber’s fcoming method!
Zhou Shu’s eyes glowed. He had a solution to his problem!