Chapter 337 - 257: Councilor Wang Concedes, An Unexpected Discovery in the Damaged Equipment
Han Feng’s eyes lit up.
This was the reward Li Tiecheng had promised him—battle-damaged equipment, Tier Three and above, retired from the front lines.
Although it was called "junk," in Han Feng’s eyes, it was all treasures.
Even if it couldn’t be repaired, smelting it down for materials would be a windfall.
"You guys carry on, I’m going to check out the warehouse."
Han Feng said his goodbyes to Lin Xue and the others, then headed for Warehouse No. 7, humming a little tune.
As he pushed open the warehouse doors, a smell hit him—a mixture of motor oil, scorched metal, and the old stench of blood.
Piled haphazardly across the several-hundred-square-meter open space was a huge mess of items.
There were heavy greatswords snapped in two, Power Armor riddled with holes, and some unidentifiable mechanical wreckage.
"Tsk, tsk. General Li isn’t exactly living large, is he? This stuff is beaten to scrap, and he still can’t bear to throw it away."
Han Feng muttered to himself as he activated [All Things Identification].
His vision instantly changed. Countless streams of data appeared, floating over the pile of scrap metal.
[Item: Damaged Alloy Battle Saber]
[Material: Tier Three Red Copper, High-Carbon Steel]
[Status: Irreparable]
[Value: Recommended to smelt for Red Copper (approx. 1.2 kg)]
[Item: Scrapped Power Core]
[Material: Tier Two Spiritual Energy Crystal, Polymer]
[Status: Core shattered, Energy dissipated]
[Value: Junk]
Han Feng rummaged through the pile, picking and choosing like an old man scavenging for scraps.
"This one’s not bad. Tier Three Red Copper. I can extract it."
"This one... junk. Toss it."
"Ooh, there’s actually a small piece of Star Pattern Steel in this armor plate? Score!"
He moved quickly, storing valuable items in his Void Stone and kicking worthless ones aside.
Just as he was flipping over a scorched-black armor plate, an inconspicuous black box was revealed.
It was a rectangular metal block, only about the size of his palm. Its surface was covered in scratches, and the corners were badly dented.
But in his [All Things Identification] vision, it was emitting a faint glow.
[Item: Portable Tactical Terminal (Specially Encrypted Type)]
[Manufacturer: Star Sea Technology, Deep Space Exploration Department (Disbanded)]
[Model: X-7000 "Observer" Prototype]
[Status: Casing 30% damaged, core logic circuit intact, 2% Energy remaining]
[Note: This terminal uses an independent encryption protocol and is not connected to the Gaia Alliance network. Contains high-clearance files.]
’Something from Star Sea Technology?’
Han Feng froze for a moment and picked up the black box.
Star Sea Technology was the enterprise backed by the Sun Family, who had been exiled.
As the former tech giant of East Sea City, they definitely had some good stuff.
’But why was the model prefix for this thing "Deep Space Exploration Department"?’
’He had never heard of that department in Star Sea Technology’s public corporate structure.’
A thought stirred in Han Feng’s mind, and he pressed the power button on the side of the terminal.
’Lucky me. There’s just enough power left to turn it on.’
The screen flickered a few times before lighting up with an eerie green glow.
There was no startup animation, no brand logo—it jumped straight to a login screen that was simple to the point of being crude.
It needed a password.
But that wasn’t a problem for Han Feng.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he activated [Spiritual Vision].
In his vision, the Energy Flow pathways inside the terminal became clearly visible.
He directly mobilized a wisp of Divine Sense, as fine as a silk thread, and sent it burrowing along the circuits. It bypassed the physical lock and established a "connection" directly at the foundational logic level.
BEEP—
With a soft chime, the password field on the screen vanished, and the desktop appeared.
The desktop was empty except for a single, solitary folder.
Han Feng clicked open the folder.
Inside lay a single document.
The filename was only a few words long, but it made Han Feng’s pupils shrink.
*Prometheus Project: Memorandum*
"Prometheus..." Han Feng muttered to himself.
In the Western myths and legends of this world, Prometheus was the one who stole fire, bringing humanity the Fire Seed, but also disaster.
But in reality, that name usually meant only one thing.
Some kind of crazed experiment that sought to touch the taboo, perhaps even change the fate of a species.
Han Feng subconsciously glanced back at the warehouse doors. After confirming he was alone, he took a deep breath and opened the document.