God Of Crafting

Chapter 207: Bus-glider

"So this is a bus-glider..." I moaned in a weird way when the vehicle finally came into view.

As much as I wanted to just throw all of our baggage inside and go get some rest for the first leg of the journey, I simply couldn't help but freeze in place as I stared silently at what had to be the manifestation of the magical car a toddler could draw.

A bus-glider was... pretty much, as the name suggested, a typical city bus outfitted with a set of ridiculously long and thin wings.

Sure, there were some elements of decor all around said wings that made it clear this vehicle was nowhere near as simple as it appeared to be at first glance...

But still, it was a bus with some ridiculous wings.

And somehow, I was expected to accept it as a traditional vehicle for all those going through the initiation ceremony, like Chihiro, to cross into the spiritual world.

As Chihiro's wards and ceremony witnesses, we were obviously going to come with him.

There were simply too many benefits of us coming along for anyone to ever seriously debate this issue. In fact, the benefits of this trip were so damn obvious, it would be weird and questionable if we found some excuse not to go!

'And with the inquisition running all around to find any clue... rather than poking their eyes with our unexplainable presence, it's best if we remove ourselves from the picture for a while, just how everyone expects us to do so.'

It was with a heavy heart that I prepared myself to leave the modern world. Even here, in the very heart of the clan's city, the influence of technology was on a level incomparable to the influence of cultivation. For the few days that I'd spent here, I didn't really feel all that different than I would by working and living back at our mansion.

Investigation of the inquisition aside... this was still one of the most crucial moments for the development of my device and its shift from just a fancy toy to the one thing the modern world did best—introducing my concept through the lenses of an economy of scale.

In there lay one of the main reasons why I ignored all the reasons for me to stay and decided to just go with the flow.

"Not really," I shook my head before raising it up and grabbing the handle for my baggage case before picking up the pace. "Between the device and the entity..." I hesitated for a second, only a second too late to stop this word from leaving my mouth.

Even in the clan's town, there was no telling who might be listening. And while entity was a word cryptic enough...

What was the point of needlessly setting up flags for the future me? .net

"Between what's happening here and the opportunities we can get simply by breathing in the air on the other side of the border," I shook my head right as we approached the cargo hold of the bus, situated just behind the back edge of the wings, right below what would normally be the bus's deck. "Yeah, there's absolutely no way I would hesitate now."

The one and only reason why we could give up on the factory was thanks to the golden orb's ability to leave its birthplace.

To the best of my understanding of its nature, it infused itself into the grid of the modern world, easily able to manifest itself anywhere where there was a proper connection to the global power network.

This allowed us to give up on the factory, starting the process that was about to bloom right as we were departing to the other half of the world. But this new nature of that golden orb, as hard as it was to get into contact with it nowadays, resulted in the small coin-like item resting in my breast pocket.

A passive recorder, or how I came to call it, was the golden orb's gift for this trip, designed to store all kinds of data about the Qi flow and mana circuitry of the spiritual world.

After all, now that this golden orb, a being born out of my constitution, absorbed... no, now that it merged with the power grid of the modern world, the best way to let it grow even further was to feed it all the data the modern world lacked, data from the world where rather than technology, it was spirituality that reigned supreme.

"There," I moaned as I threw in my case into the baggage hold of the bus before repeating this process with Claire's stuff.

"Well, that's good to hear," Claire then smiled, wrapping her hands around my lower arm as soon as I was done with the luggage, only to then bring me over to the sliding doors barring the entrance to this weird vehicle. "Because I really wouldn't want all that I've learned for the coming night to go to waste!"