PING PANG
The repeated clashing of iron echoed inside a vast underground basement. Shirtless men moved with precision as they struck metal. The heat was unbearable—so intense that wearing a shirt was forbidden. There was a ninety percent chance that anyone who did would get burned to death.
The men wore thin cloths only to cover their manhood; they were trying to craft an ironhead, not lose their manhood in the process.
An axe slammed into a large stainless carriage. Unlike regular carriages, this one was made entirely of steel—that was what made it different. Sparks flew as the steel axe came into contact with the ironhead. It had been months in the making, and finally, the process was nearing completion. Nearby, another man held a round steel ball filled with poisonous coal as he filled it into the iron carriage. The entire place was alive with activity.