Chapter 16: Blue-Grade Fuel Cell, Daily Check-In
Chapter 16: Blue-Grade Fuel Cell, Daily Check-In
"Ding! You have successfully created a mechanical construct and triggered the Forging Genius effect. Mechanic class gains 483 experience points."
A cheerful system notification rang out.
Jiang Feng was fortunate—after crafting just three fuel cells, he successfully produced a blue-grade battery on the fourth try, just before nightfall.
Of course—
Jiang Feng believed there was another reason.
Since entering the trial world of Iron Man 2, he had spent considerable time each day researching Iron Suits, crafting components to train his hands, and grinding experience.
It was this stretch of hard work
that had allowed Jiang Feng to make progress in the field of mechanical manufacturing and edge closer to mastery.
Naturally, the quality of his handcrafted items was getting better and better.
It was likely that those previous fuel cells, while technically green-grade, were already exceptional among their tier—just shy of reaching blue-grade standards.
This made it easier to trigger the Forging Genius effect.
However—
Aside from the 10% chance to upgrade an item, the 1% breakthrough chance still eluded Jiang Feng.
He found this somewhat regretful.
The mechanical constructs he created were already near-blue quality, and once upgraded, were solidly blue.
If he could ever trigger the Forging Genius' breakthrough effect, wouldn't that push the item straight to purple grade?
After all, purple-grade items
were extremely rare and highly prized across the Reincarnation Space.
When he first unlocked the Mechanic class,
Jiang Feng imagined that if, one day, he could mass-produce purple-grade equipment—
He wouldn't need to suffer like other Reincarnators, constantly diving into dangerous multiverse trials.
With refined enough crafting techniques, he could simply stay in the Reincarnation Space, just like a shopkeeper in a springwater town.
By selling gear to other Reincarnators alone, he could make a fortune.
The reincarnation points he earned would be more than enough to survive periodic special trials.
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[Name: Fuel Cell]
[Quality: Blue]
[Type: Micro Energy Supply Unit]
[Effect: Can be used as an energy core to power mechanical equipment. Supports multiple charging methods including electric, thermal, nuclear, and solar. Equipped with a self-destruct function and can be used as a timed explosive. Large blast radius—be mindful of safe detonation distance.]
[Description: Derived from Cyberpunk 2077's energy tech, this model has been improved by Reincarnator Jiang Feng to better suit exoskeletal armor.]
Item information for Reincarnators resembled game UI.
The item's grade determined the background color of its virtual display.
Gold-grade items emitted a dazzling golden light.
Common-grade whiteboard items appeared dull gray-white.
Blue-grade items were a soothing pale blue—like a bright sky on a sunny day.
Gazing at the fuel cell's pleasing blue glow,
Jiang Feng adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly:
"This time, Hell's Kitchen is in for a treat."
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As night fell—
The neon lights of the city dimmed one by one. Thick darkness, like ink, cloaked New York City.
After several days in this world,
Jiang Feng had discovered something:
Even in a bustling city like New York, only a few commercial areas stayed brightly lit at night.
Most other places didn't even have functioning streetlights.
Dim and flickering, the lighting seemed like it came from decades past.
It added more tension than illumination—especially in places like Hell's Kitchen.
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After clocking out—
Jiang Feng walked under the fragmented moonlight, his silhouette like a ghost cloaked in death.
Once again, he appeared on the streets of Hell's Kitchen.
This place—
One of the most dangerous corners of New York—was soaked in crime and violence, as if evil had seeped into the land itself.
Ordinary visitors to Manhattan
would intentionally avoid this district, unwilling to even come close to Hell's Kitchen.
Let alone now, in the dead of night, when crime activity truly surged.
Even local residents rarely dared to go out after dark.
Last night—
Jiang Feng had stirred up a storm of bloodshed in the area.
He had killed dozens with ruthless efficiency. Corpses lay sprawled across the streets, painting Hell's Kitchen in blood.
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The gruesome scene—
Had even drawn the attention of a large force from the NYPD. Sirens had blared repeatedly.
Yet it still failed to deter Hell's Kitchen's criminal element.
This coastal Manhattan area was in a constant state of chaos, riddled with rival gangs.
It wasn't just the notorious Kingpin.
Groups like Hammerhead's Maggia, Martin Li's Demons, the Puzzle Gang, and the Red Hood Gang—
All of them were well-known and occupied substantial underground territory throughout Hell's Kitchen and greater New York.
In the Marvel Universe, gangs couldn't be viewed through a normal lens.
On any given day—
A gang war could break out, and when you included the collateral damage to bystanders, the death toll could easily reach dozens.
In extreme cases, over a hundred.
The Punisher's wife and children, after all, were killed in such a gang conflict—
sparking the birth of a relentless killing machine.
As for Jiang Feng's actions last night—
while brutal, they still weren't enough to disrupt Hell's Kitchen's daily rhythm of crime.
Crime was a long-standing local "industry,"
the number-one source of economic activity.
Killing one group of gangsters barely scratched the surface.
Some drug dealers were even secretly pleased—because among the dead were a few of their rivals.
With those competitors gone, their own market share had naturally increased.
They could now enjoy a bigger slice of the "ice-pie" cake.
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As night deepened—
Gang members emerged like respawning mobs in a game, or like poisonous mushrooms growing in a cursed land.
Using the cover of darkness—
They flooded the streets from New York's shadowy corners, moving as they pleased.
To them, Jiang Feng's massacre was just fleeting smoke.
In the alleys, evil continued to fester.
Some leaned against weathered brick walls, smoking strange leaves, the white smoke twisting into eerie shapes under the yellowed streetlamps.
Others whispered furtively, eyes darting about, trading contraband under the cover of darkness.
They were like demons crawling from hell—
Their figures flickering in the shadows, greedily feeding off the city's darkness.
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Having returned to Hell's Kitchen with practiced ease—
Jiang Feng first found a deserted corner and used his backpack for instant armor deployment.
In the blink of an eye—
That nearly complete Iron Suit wrapped around his body, perfectly molding to his frame, even boosting his height.
Its heavy, streamlined metal shell gleamed coldly under the moonlight.
Thanks to the upgraded fuel cell, the armor had become extremely powerful.
The blue-grade fuel cell—
Functioned like a heart: stable and strong, pumping energy continuously into the suit, turning it into a mechanical beast primed for action.
By contrast—
The criminals of Hell's Kitchen were merely vicious ordinary people. Very few possessed superhuman traits.
Jiang Feng had already scouted through the internet—
In this world, there were no mutants.
Therefore, no widespread superpowered individuals.
Before his indestructible armor and deadly high-tech weaponry—
These gangsters were as fragile as ants.
Utterly incapable of resistance.